@zealousbrainiac -- on.
This was a bad idea. He'd barely recovered from his last spiral and he knew that when she eventually left, he would once more found himself pulling everyone into his pit of dispair.
Scorpius had been forced into taking it slow, mostly because it was clear that nights without any proper sleep would be his end and because his mother needed him.
It had been after he had said goodnight to his mother, he'd wished his father a good night and headed to --
@zealousbrainiac -- in an attempt to keep things light but they'd never been good at the easy breezy shit.
He let her pull him to one of the seats, and even when they'd reached the seats, he didn't release her hand. His hand begged for release, begged for the pain to end but he kept--
@zealousbrainiac -- it instead of throwing himself at you. "
His eyes followed her gaze to the lounge, before meeting her own.
" Do you want.. Do you want to sit down?"
@zealousbrainiac -- touch.
He felt as if he'd been starved and finally allowed a proper meal, finally filling a need that he hadn't been able to do with any pill, powder or bottle.
" What do you mean why? I wasn't going to let him hurt you.. You said no, and he should have respected--
@zealousbrainiac -- " Did he hurt you?
Rose -- Rose, did he hurt you?"
His tone was worried, hands with knuckles bloodied from what he believed was the other's teeth had risen so that he could cup her face.
He was scanning her -- drinking her in, trying to figure out whether --
@zealousbrainiac -- himself gaining leverage and as they were on the floor, Scorpius found himself kneeling above him and fits hitting the other without any future plan to let up any time soon.
@zealousbrainiac -- fighting. The other wizard had one up on Scorpius in regards to size but Scorpius was quicker and not to mention, angrier.
He took as good as he got, and he gave it back just as evenly.
How dare he? How fucking dare he touch Rose?
He'd managed to find --
/ I sort of want Scorpius to run into Ron or Hermione. And just have that awkward moment of hey, I cheated on your daughter. You were right, I was trash.
@zealousbrainiac -- something but what right did he have? She could do who and what she wanted ; when she wanted.
He paid little attention to those bumping him or pushing him. He should have walked away but he couldn't take his eyes off
t h e m ; off of ( h e r ).
@zealousbrainiac -- with the crowd.
It was then that he'd spotted them, more specifically him. The man was grinding down on the witch, his hands all over her body and his face in her breasts.
He wanted to scream -- anger and hurt fluttering through him.
He wanted to do --