Post by Feliciano Vargas on Jan 7, 2018 3:21:39 GMT
Feli was thankful for Hogwarts most days. He was never good in staying one place and Hogwarts always had a something exciting in store for him, some new club, a novel passageway that Feli hadn’t explored, or even just a strange new person to get to know. It certainly beat the long days he spent back home in the summer. Sure, the weather was better and Feli got to spend time with his beloved Nonno, but the eerie quiet of his home always put the boy on edge. He always felt a bit like a trespasser in his own family. During the day, Feli was more than grateful for his time in Hogwarts.
But only during the day.
Feli woke with a gasp, hand reflexively clutching the curtains surrounding his bed, fingers digging into the heavy velvet as though it was his lifeline. His chest ached as though he’d been running a great distance, and he was drenched in sweat, plastering his hair to his pale skin. Nights like these made him ache for his time back in Venice, when he could easily steal away to Fratello’s bed. Lovi might have grumbled when a shaken Feliciano mutely crawled into bed with him, but he never refused him, never told him that he was too old for such night terrors. But now? Feli was too scared to brave the long trek to Lovi’s bed and didn’t want to risk getting his brother in trouble for sneaking over to the Slytherin dorms. Not that he wouldn’t, Lovino had proven time and again that he’d do just about anything for his little brother. But maybe his mother had made a good point. Feli wasn’t a kid anymore, and Fratello has much bigger issues on his plate. Maybe it was time to stop relying on his older brother to chase away imaginary monsters.
With a sigh, Feli drew back the curtains and slid his feet into his slippers, drawing a shawl from his nightstand and wrapping it around his slim shoulders. If he was going to be awake, there was hardly a need to wake his dorm-mates. He looked around, with no small amount of envy, noting how peaceful each bed seemed, cocooned in their deep green velvet curtains. In the hearth, the fire burned cheerily, and Feli drew closer, feeling the warmth of it warm his chilled hands, he stared at the fire, watching the flames dance and crackle in the otherwise quiet room. But even the flames weren’t enough to wipe away the half remember images. He shivered, looking around for his sketchbook, trying his best to keep quiet so not to disturb the others.
With his book and pencils in hand, Feli padded into the deserted common area, settling in front of the fire. He could get through this alone. He was almost a man, right? He didn’t need to rely on others to get through one bad dream… right?
Except he didn’t feel like a man. He felt like a scared little kid, cowering under his blanket, praying for the comforting light of morning. Nothing changed. He curled up in the chair, bringing his knees to his chin, tears filling his eyes. He didn’t feel brave. He wasn’t his brother or Ludwig or Alfred… and no matter what, it seemed he never would be.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Arthur Kirkland
Notes: I hope this is okay, better late than never
But only during the day.
Feli woke with a gasp, hand reflexively clutching the curtains surrounding his bed, fingers digging into the heavy velvet as though it was his lifeline. His chest ached as though he’d been running a great distance, and he was drenched in sweat, plastering his hair to his pale skin. Nights like these made him ache for his time back in Venice, when he could easily steal away to Fratello’s bed. Lovi might have grumbled when a shaken Feliciano mutely crawled into bed with him, but he never refused him, never told him that he was too old for such night terrors. But now? Feli was too scared to brave the long trek to Lovi’s bed and didn’t want to risk getting his brother in trouble for sneaking over to the Slytherin dorms. Not that he wouldn’t, Lovino had proven time and again that he’d do just about anything for his little brother. But maybe his mother had made a good point. Feli wasn’t a kid anymore, and Fratello has much bigger issues on his plate. Maybe it was time to stop relying on his older brother to chase away imaginary monsters.
With a sigh, Feli drew back the curtains and slid his feet into his slippers, drawing a shawl from his nightstand and wrapping it around his slim shoulders. If he was going to be awake, there was hardly a need to wake his dorm-mates. He looked around, with no small amount of envy, noting how peaceful each bed seemed, cocooned in their deep green velvet curtains. In the hearth, the fire burned cheerily, and Feli drew closer, feeling the warmth of it warm his chilled hands, he stared at the fire, watching the flames dance and crackle in the otherwise quiet room. But even the flames weren’t enough to wipe away the half remember images. He shivered, looking around for his sketchbook, trying his best to keep quiet so not to disturb the others.
With his book and pencils in hand, Feli padded into the deserted common area, settling in front of the fire. He could get through this alone. He was almost a man, right? He didn’t need to rely on others to get through one bad dream… right?
Except he didn’t feel like a man. He felt like a scared little kid, cowering under his blanket, praying for the comforting light of morning. Nothing changed. He curled up in the chair, bringing his knees to his chin, tears filling his eyes. He didn’t feel brave. He wasn’t his brother or Ludwig or Alfred… and no matter what, it seemed he never would be.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Arthur Kirkland
Notes: I hope this is okay, better late than never