ataraxia, lorenzo berkshire

"FORTY"

(fun fact before you begin reading, this draft is so old 😭 i've had it here rotting for MONTHS i feel so bad sorry guys)

striking midnight, the rickety grandfather clock chimed as it was stationed against the back wall of my dorm. it was there before me and onyx moved in, and it's probably too heavy - and looks too curse-inducing - to move. whilst it is semi creepy the way it ticks faintly all day, it's varnish over it's cedar-wood structure withering as each decade it sits unwanted, patiently waiting for it's time to chime - it is comforting, in a way that it makes you feel homely, like at a grandparents house.

reminders of history can either make you nostalgic and comfortable, or the complete opposite.

i was counting each faint tick that passed by, my friends all upon onyxs' bed taking shots and playing cards, devouring their way through a pack of twenty cigarettes lorenzo gave onyx last month to add to her stash of smuggled muggle contraband.

speaking of lorenzo, there he was.

passed out in my lap - his head resting upon my crossed legs, as i nonchalantly braided his soft hair.

damn. what shampoo does this boy use?

he had been passed out for around two hours. me and draco heaved him up to my dorm after we found him out cold from exhaustion in the library, and i felt extremely sorry for him.

draco grabbed some of lorenzo's casual clothes from his dorm down the hall and dressed him before smugly bridal-style laying him down upon my bed, upon my lap, making me laugh at the sight.

if lorenzo wasn't passed out as a conclusion of his exhaustion, finding out that draco had been babying him publicly would make him livid. embarrassed.

at first, i was resistant to hold him. unsure wether he'd want his weak state to be displayed in the arms of his semi-secret fling - although it was painfully obvious, we never do touchy stuff in-front of people. but i felt that someone like lorenzo's deserves to be held, because all their lives they've been holding themselves together - completely alone.

he let out a soft groan, beginning to stir as i felt him awaken, his breathing becoming more sporadical and shallow.

"hey," i whispered to him, moving a stray stand of hair away from his vision to the side of his forehead.

"how long was i out for?," he huskily mumbled, his arm resting over his face as he adjusted to consciousness.

"hours. you passed out in the library. draco had to change your clothes and carry you here." i smiled whilst saying this, waiting for his reaction.

"you fucking what?," lorenzo propped himself up from my lap, all that was left of our physical intertwinement with one another was a feeling of fading warmth, from where his body met with mine. once his body left, it burnt out fast.

draco let out a laugh at lorenzo's realisation, as lorenzo cussed him out for the next five minutes.

"anyone got weed?," he muttered, dragging a hand over his face.

"no.. it's literally only you who supplies the weed here." mattheo added, causing lorenzo to sigh in disappointment.

"shit, you're right."

"wait, i think i have two rolls left from a few weeks ago." i realised, this announcement causing lorenzo to "thank god".

i pulled open my top drawer of my bedside table, picking up what appeared to be a bottle of body spray.

gotta be cautious, you know.
prepared for any surprise room checks from the staff.

except, the bottle was emptied of any bodyspray.
i twisted the spray nozzle off of it, before reaching my two fingers in and grabbing the two blunts out of the bottle, before screwing the nozzle on again and chucking it back into the draw.