SHADOWS OF SORROW [S.S]

14 - In the Shadow of Roughness

[mature content warning]

In Germany we say "Jetzt wird es gottlos." Literally translating to the fact that there is no way any god or higher instance will side with you after this.
As always, if this isn't your cup of tea, there will be a summary of the important events during this chapter at the end so you don't miss out on any information. For the other thirsty people here... enjoy.

As the moon made its way through the sky, Riva for once forgot about their nightly tea, seeing her bed after she got a taste of a good night's sleep, forcing Amaya to tend to her own room instead. She wasn't going to sleep so instead she sat at her desk, fingers tapping on the surface of the dark wood, the smoke of some questionable herbs that Garrett always sneaked out of herbology filling the air of her bedroom. It made her forget about the stressful events of her days, taking away the pressure that always tightened her chest. Her ensemble long forgotten was draped over the back of her chair, only a night gown on her body instead, the silk not quite covering her knees as she had them pulled against her chest, the small space she sat on making it rather uncomfortable, but she refused to tend to her bed. She'd rather sit on the floor. As she inhaled another hit of Garrett's cigarette a soft, almost missable knock sounded on her door, the small spark of panic (that would be considerably bigger if she wasn't under the influence of these herbs) making her apparate the cigarette into nothingness, her walk a little wonky as she got a hold of the handle. If Weasley was behind this green iron door there was no other possibility than getting busted since there was no way she couldn't smell the burned herbs and see Amaya's rather sleepy gaze. A soft groan escaped her lips, but she couldn't just pretend she wasn't there, could she? Her fingers traced over the metal handle in thought as the knock sounded again, a little more desperate this time. Could it be Riva? Would there be a tea session in the Common Room after all? She couldn't leave her friend outside in the cold and dark hallway.

"Fuck.. fine." Amaya opened the door, ready for every person appearing in the door frame except for the one that actually revealed itself there. His dark hair loosely hanging into his face, out of place as if he turned in his sheets one too many times. His white, simple Shirt he apparently slept with revealing his toned arms on the side where his hand was seeking support on the frame of her door. He looked desperate, like he just got out of a troll fight again but as his eyes found hers, the glimmer of rage and maybe even a little sadness made his face twitch, his jaw clenching for a short second. "Sallow." It wasn't a recognition, only a cold mention of his name, her arms crossing in front of her torso, all too aware of her night gown not covering anything she might have wanted covered before opening the door. His eyes travelled her up and down, before pushing Amaya inside, the door shutting behind him, her eyes big, the sleepiness in her gaze almost gone. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? Get out of here."

"What the fuck did you think you were doing? Flirting with him like that?" It took her a moment to realize what he meant by that before a scoff left her lips, knowing where this might be going. He was jealous of Ominis, wasn't he? Was he so desperate for her attention that he couldn't sleep and sought her out in her room. How did he even get into the female complex of the dormitory?

"Flirt with him? Why? Does it bug you I might be interested in someone who is actually nice to me and doesn't just see me for my body but as a valuable person?" She stepped closer, feeling the raging jealousy simmer inside of him with every word she said, some strands of his hair concealing his eyes, not making it clear what exactly it was, he wanted. "Do you hate it when someone might cherish me and care when you always fail me the way you did when I was suffering under your curse?!" His fists clenched, mirroring the step she took closer to him, her heart suddenly dropping at the angry expression on his face. This wasn't a game for him even if it seemed like it might have been. He was deadly serious about his words and there was no way she would use his desperation to mock him. He wouldn't let her. So he took another step as she retreated, her back against the stone wall of her room, nowhere else to go as he captured her, no way to escape with a hand next to her head. "Fail you? You asked me to cast the curse. I was offering to take it. IT WAS YOUR CHOICE." His words almost felt like a growl, low and dangerous but reaching the deepest parts of her soul, a familiar feeling of mutual rage making her return his angry gaze upon her. "I was scared but my need to protect the people I care about is bigger than some made up honor you might seek in the attempt of offering me a way out. If you did care, you wouldn't even have proposed me with a choice. YOU SHOULD HAVE ASKED ME TO CAST IT."