your perfection [kyran]

[FALA ALINE ROUSSEAU]

It was time to go off on her own, it was time to find a quiet spot away from everyone. Keeping her outer shell as calm as she possibly could, Fala Rousseau packed up her quills and parchment, her pile of books about vampires. The girl then lugged all of these things to her bedroom, stashed them in her dresser and made her way out of Slytherin House.

She tried to keep her pace normal, tried not to run, at least while moving past her fellow Slytherins. Once she was outside in the hallway however, she couldn't help but hurry a little.

Fala had received a letter from her father, demanding that she come home for Christmas, rather than remain at Hogwarts or go on a trip with some of the other students. She'd though that now that she was sixteen, he would allow it, she'd thought she could completely avoid him until summer vacation.

Her eyes and feet did the work for her, getting her away from the Slytherin common room, while her thoughts fluttered aimlessly, circling within her skull as a newly captured bird would fly in circles within a cage.

Away away away...

After some minutes of aimless wandering, Fala stopped and leaned against a slightly damp wall. She rubbed a hand over her burning eyes, then blinked and focused her gaze. She hadn't left the dungeons, but rather found herself in a place she'd never been before.

Luckily the torches along the walls had lit on their own, or she would have likely walked into one of the walls, or felt her way along in the dark. Fala focused her gaze a little more, checking the hallway for any sign of life...and once she concluded that she was truly alone, the Slytherin girl allowed her shoulders to sag, allowed her outer defenses to crumble.

Tears burned at the back of her eyes, and her knuckles turned white as her hands took hold of her robes and squeezed tight. She couldn't go home, she wouldn't go home. Fala had tried to keep from being defiant over the hears, for going against her father would only earn her more punishment. But she'd come back to Hogwarts in September with a hope that she would not see the man until many months later. He'd snatched that hope from her with a simple, short letter.

If she defied him now...would he kill her? Would he dare to come to the school and put an end to her before all of the students and staff?

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[KYRAN ALDRIC SINCLAIR]

He would put his sweat and blood into everything he did, every word he claimed. No one would be able to say he was a liar, because he was the accurate type of person – incapable of being caught. Although his actions were out of a good conscious, he knew the methods he relied on were nothing but grotesque and questionable. Often times he felt anxious wandering Hogwarts alone, reaching destinations unheard of or forbidden. It wasn't like the empty corridor of the distant dungeon was off-limits, but it was left unvisited. After all, the air was damp, heavy and thick. Sometimes it often smelt like a rotting corpse. Most students avoided the area just out of rumors and inert fear, only those desperate enough to be alone would travel beyond the Slytherin's den.

Although he visited the area more than once, within his right hand was his wand, equipped. As he went down the darkest plains of the dungeon, his heart quickened, and a look of mirth crossed his face. He certainly wasn't scared, but he was curious and on the edge about what he may run into. The faint echo of water dripping could be heard, only to be followed by a short shuffling. Something or someone was within the vicinity, and Kyran would be annoyed if it was a loner female wanting to dry her eyes because she was dumped by some boy. He had wanted to use the hour free for lunch for a new spell he had acquired, and it was a dangerous one.

Realistically he should have took to the outer fields of Hogwarts, but he was aware of other houses using their brooms for quidditch practices. It would only take one pair of eyes to see the dark spot below. With the damp, and the visibility of the area smothered in darkness, what he had meant to do was insane. It fit him. Like a subtle sunset, he noticed the faint flames flicker over the crevice of bricks. A few steps forward, and a soft blink, he noticed the curves of another person. So had his assumptions been right? Was there a wizard sulking today? The closer he got, the better his eyes adjusted.

This hadn't been a stranger to Kyran, no, it was that Fala girl. She didn't appear frightened, but rather upset or perhaps angry, that much he could pick up from posture. With the low-lighting he could only imagine how her lips were placed, what her eyes were focusing on. Kyran let the arm with the wand settle to his side, finding himself perplexed. She was certainly finding her places in places he most often visited. Like magnets, had he unconsciously found himself at her feet day after day?

His face fell blank. That type of thought process was reserved for hopeless romantics.

Kyran figured she had a good reason to find solace in this dark, depressing place. Yet, he did allow himself the opportunity to step into the faint rays of light that the torch had to offer. “This truly isn't a place for a lady,” he remarked, the curiosity laced within his words.

[FALA ALINE ROUSSEAU]

She should have been paying attention to her surroundings, should have saved some attention for the corridor. But her mind was on something else entirely; it was turned inward. Fala's eyes blinked unseeing at the damp floor as she tried to pull herself together. She ought to have killed her own father years ago, but the girl hadn't yet made up her mind about that, and she hadn't yet come up with a plan that would keep her from winding up in Azkaban.

Some of the cold from the stone surrounding her seeped in through her robes, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. Just then, she caught the sight of movement from the corner of her eye, which was soon followed by a familiar voice.

Kyran?

Of all the people she was to encounter here, why him? Fala looked up and over, light eyes settling and focusing on his frame. Her walls had instinctively begun to rebuild, however, her soul was laid bare within her eyes for a few moments before she would close up again.

He thought her to be a lady? He never ceased to surprise her. Fala's head tilted to one side a little, "It isn't a place for anything living..." her tone wasn't dark or eerie, simply matter of fact. Though she was curious as to why he was down here in the first place. She doubted that he'd followed her.

Fala straightened her shoulders and pushed herself off the wall. She then took a step forward, standing more near the center of the corridor now. The flames licked and hissed at the moist rock, casting odd, constantly-moving, shadows over the girl, "What are you doing...?"

Her father hadn't completely left her mind, but Kyran was enough of a distraction for her to push the hurtful subject on the back burner. She would either forget about it, or dwell on it later. Right now she was curious as to what Kyran had been doing in the dungeons and why.

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[KYRAN ALDRIC SINCLAIR]

Anything living? He almost scoffed. Hogwarts was not a place of torture (though some students claimed it was), but he was aware Fala probably only meant that it wasn't a place for any human, for the dungeon was more of a sanctuary to rodents. Kyran wanted to be vicious toward Fala, to make it a point that she should probably keep her distance from him. During their time on the lake he had already dug a grave for the both of them. But who was to go in first ? Would they both be tangled into the roots of the ground, breathe in loose dirt and to become one with the maggots? Death was easily embraced into his thoughts, being in a place like this. Oh, but he had experienced places far worse than this. It was a wonder how he had kept his calm demeanor.

He didn't interject on her lonesome adventure, for he had come across a woman who was battling inner demons. Surely it wasn't a male issue, he couldn't see Fala coming down here just because Kyran had been flighty? At the angle in which they stood, he had a hard time reading the girl. She wasn't a person full of words, without his eyes, Fala would remain unreadable. This caused him to take a few steps forward, meeting the female in the middle. Dripping water ceased, and the silence they were left with was blaring. A shift of light and the dancing of shadows, and he saw the girl's face close to his own. As soon as he was about to converse, an odd but mysterious thing had happened –

The walls, or no, the ground appeared to howl and rumble. Where Kyran and Fala's feet stood, there was now but a hollow pit. It was strange to react suddenly, to calculate what he should do next. It was as if Kyran had been knocked down forcibly, without any permission to choose where he wanted to go. The pit below the two was a reaction of two weights coming together – unknowing to Fala and Kyran, the area had been once used to store a valuable heirloom in Hogwarts. Now all that remained of the lock was a makeshift trapdoor, dooming whoever accidentally discovered it.

The hand that had been holding his wand was now empty, for his wand had been tossed at his own arms flinging upward in reaction. However, he felt himself reach for the girl in front of him, falling in a way so that the girl would land on him, rather than what was beneath. Kyran was the one to take the brunt of the odd situation, immediately becoming winded from the impact of solid ground beneath his back. He did not wretch at the empty feelings in his lungs, rather he sat there still, allowing Fala to be the person to react first, for she was the object holding the male Slytherin to the ground. The hands that were upon her arms, he released them gently, and stared at the dark blotch ahead of him.

From this position the blare of torches was lost, it would feel anyone with a sense of dread. But to Kyran he found the discovery interesting, as well as quite bothersome.

[FALA ALINE ROUSSEAU]

Fala remained motionless until he stood before her and she had to tilt her head back in order to look up at him. The glow from the fire was warm, but the air surrounding them was cold. It didn't have the bite of the air they'd stood in by the lake, but it was damned close enough for her to recall the memory.

Would he answer her question truthfully? Or would he give her a taste of her own medicine and answer her question with another question? Eyes were intent as he looked as if he were about to speak...

Next they knew, the previously solid ground beneath their feet had turned to thin air, and they were falling. It all happened so suddenly, that all she had time for was pulling air into her lungs for a gasp. The shock of falling was considerable, but she'd still felt the way he reached for her, then made it so that he would fall to the ground and she on top of him.

This observation, along with the fall itself, made her feel a little dizzy. He wasn't the softest person to fall upon, but she'd definitely preferred it to landing on the ground. The light from the torches no longer reached them, and she found herself blinking into the darkness.

Fala raised her head a little and tried to squint down at the boy beneath her. He hadn't had to turn his body like that...

She was about to blurt out something thoughtless when she realized that he hadn't moved. Falling the way they had...he could have easily hit his head. And being who she was, rather than just ask if he was alright, she reached a slender hand along his neck to the back of his head. The girl checked for blood within the soft strands of his hair, trying to keep her mind off the scent of him, and the feel of him beneath her, "Kyran...?"

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[KYRAN ALDRIC SINCLAIR]

Kyran knew curses were going through his own head, but the longer he stared into the darkness before his face, the more he started to wonder what was going through Fala's head. It could have been a moment they both could laugh off, or it could be a moment that would send the two over the edge; they could possibly leave this situation closer or at a greater distance. After awhile, his breathing became normal and he lifted his shoulders, finding that his muscles still worked. Other than possibly bruising his shoulder blades, there was no real damage. Beneath his robes he could feel the cool solid ground, it sunk through his fabric. There was already no insulation within the area, but now that the two were further below the ground, the cold wrapped around the two.

Along his neck a hand snaked, and he was wondering for a mere second if she would start to choke him. But nothing came, her touch was gentle and fleeting, running through his hair. The very touch sent a small shiver through his body, making the cold temperature that much worse. Using his upper body strength and his arms, he slowly sat up, feeling the girl fall into his lap. But he kept moving, unsure of where parts of Fala started to begin and end. When his nose meet the girl's cheek, he stopped, dwelling in the warmth. What was this? With the throbbing in his back, and Fala above him, he felt extremely distraught. “What the hell was that,” he finally breathed out, his voice sounded cracked. It would take awhile for him to reach his maximum calm composure.

He couldn't deny the frustration, and his hand reached along the cold cobblestone, finding his wand to not be anywhere near. Kyran played back the last time he had it, remember the moment he had discarded the rarest, most valuable possession he had just to save Fala from a hard fall. Mentally he growled at himself, wanting throw the girl right off of him. Damn her. Why did he have to care? With the way he was treating Fala, she might have well been Salem. But he didn't stir nor budge, becoming hysterical would not make their quandary any better. In the darkness the two would be unable to see the fog their breaths had made.

Fala was a bad omen to Kyran. So far she had been an obstacle, a burden, and now just her very presence had got them into this mess. However, he backed up on his irrational thinking to admit that it could have happened to him just being alone. At least he could sit at an all time low with some company. Quietly, he leaned his head forward, allowing his forehead to rest against Fala's temple. He certainly couldn't deny that he was sore, and still needed a minute to recover.

[FALA ALINE ROUSSEAU]

She was relieved when he shifted beneath her while testing his muscles; he couldn’t have been that injured if he could move without making a sound. Though, Fala had become quite expert at keeping silent about pain, so maybe others had acquired such a skill as well. The cold seemed to close in around them, seeping in through their clothes.

The girl checked for blood a little longer, feeling Kyran’s shiver as it ran along his body, and for the next moment or so Fala tried to keep from reacting to the sensation that quiver had brought her. A soft sound left her lips when the boy started to sit up, inevitably pushing her along with him. Her hand dropped from his hair and settled on his shoulder as she found herself seated on Kyran’s lap. Then she felt a soft touch upon her cheek, and Fala blinked a number of times. Had that been his nose?

She wanted to reach up bluntly to check if her assumption had been true, but Fala forced herself to keep her hand on Kyran’s shoulder in stead. When he finally spoke, most of her worry that he may have been injured evaporated. Her composure had not yet returned, or she would have been distraught over the fact that she even gave a damn whether he lived or died.

His warm breath brushed along her jaw and neck, and Fala couldn’t repress a shiver of her own. Clearing her throat a little, the girl tilted her head back to look up to the place where they’d fallen in. Pale eyes looked over the opening in the floor, then shifted up higher to linger upon the ceiling of the corridor they’d been standing in only minutes before. The edges of the hole were too perfect and straight to have been caused by the aging of the castle, it must have been man-made. “Perhaps a trap…”

Once she’d seen her fill of the hold that’d caused their fall, Fala brought her gaze back down to the boy and the darkness surrounding them; not that she could make out any of his features. She felt his head lean against her own and the girl bit her own lip sharply. This was dangerous. The smart thing to do would be to climb off his lap and feel her way around in the chamber they found themselves in…but she hadn’t recovered from that fall yet, physically or emotionally. She would…move in a moment or two.

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[KYRAN ALDRIC SINCLAIR]

Although Kyran didn't have to deal with the physical abuse from another human being, it truly was a wonder that he didn't break a bone on the way down. The girl couldn't see it, but he was glaring into the darkness. After the physical panic of the fall left him, the only feeling in his veins was frustration. How could he be so stupid to let the girl even blanket him, to be used as a cushion? His eyes shifted upward, watching the way the ceiling glowed in a distant orange – like a lonely sunset. When he moved his right shoulder down, he flinched slightly, feeling the strain within his back muscles. This wasn't going to be good for his future quidditch matches, but he knew that he had simmered in the arts of healing and was certain that all he would need as a numbing potion. The only reason he had leaned on Fala was because he felt weak, shaken by even falling so far down below, let alone have to bear the burden of another person's weight in the process.

Was she just going to sit there? It seemed like it, but he didn't want to use his arms to shove her off of him right now. He felt he would be the one to experience another shot of pain. A trap? Well, of course, but it hadn't been planned for the two of them. Kyran had told no one of his plans, and he was sure Fala had fled from something that troubled her. All of that didn't matter now, he had sacrificed his wand in the process of saving the girl. Although he didn't have the time to think of it, he figured Fala had carried her own wand. The situation would be easy to get out of, but he was in no position to try and hoist the girl up or let alone even do a decent spell. Despite the cold rushing to his exposed flesh, he felt comfort by it, as the cool breeze was toning down the burning heat of throbbing pain.

Kyran used his left hand (belonging to his good arm), to slowly place his palms to the girl's side – though he had meant to touch her arm, he had felt his hand upon her rig cage. Using just his fingers, he gave her a little nudge. “I can't honestly be comfortable to sit on,” he said quietly, trying not to speak too loudly afraid that Fala would detect that he was even the slightest bit hurt. Without the help of the light, he couldn't make out what the girl's expression was – did she even look startled or curious, was there a fraction of an emotion that would help him and her out of this mess? It was as if she was content being trapped in an empty space with the Slytherin male.

From what he had ran into on the lake, there was no doubt that his silly assumption could be correct. With his head dizzy from the darkness, he turned a little to survey the area before using his fingers to nudge her again. “I am assuming you're not panicking because you have your wand?” but even as he asked that question of her, he felt gravely mistake for even trying. Just falling into a hole was enough to hurt his pride, but now he had to deal with Fala while he was in a helpless state. This would be a first for Kyran to rely on another, and he hoped that the girl wouldn't indulge in it.

“I'm certain we both have places to be...,” he urged, trying to get Fala to show some sign of her thought process about the situation.

[FALA ALINE ROUSSEAU]

As the shock and adrenaline, brought on by the fall, faded from her system, Fala tried to move some of her limbs, checking for any injuries. She'd scraped her knee, but otherwise felt like she was in one piece. There was no way to know for sure, however, until found or made some light.

Fala was digging into the large pockets of her robes, searching for her wand when she felt Kyran's hand on her side. She went still again, trying to focus her pallid eyes on him. It was no use, the chamber was too dark, but she felt like she had to eyes focused on him anyway. Just in case.

Kyran didn't feel like the most stable person, not that she was one to talk...but Fala was never quite sure what to expect from him. He'd grabbed her and placed his body beneath her, cushioning her fall; she had never imagined that Kyran Sinclair would do something of that kind for anyone other than his twin sister.

It was time to get off the boy, Fala felt like she had to stretch her limbs...and she really hoped that this space they'd fallen into was big enough to do at least that. Fala was definitely glad not to be claustrophobic.

She was trying her best to keep herself calm. However when she found that her wand was not to be found anywhere on her body, and when she realized just how deep in the dungeons they had both found themselves...the girls started breathing just a little bit faster.

Fala shifted her body a little, then crawled off the boy. He'd spoken more quietly than usual, but soon discarded the thought, believing that he was only doing so because they were in a place that would echo. It would be a good idea to keep their voices low until they were sure that the walls wouldn't crumble around them due to one or two loud sounds.

'I am assuming you're not panicking because you have your wand?'

The Slytherin froze, hovering above him on all fours. "I can't find my wand." If he confirmed her suspicion, that he indeed did not, then she would panic. Another shiver ran down her spine, though this time from the cold surrounding them, rather than any action of Kyran's.

"You have yours...right?"

Her tone was a little hopeful, saturating the damp air with a hint of emotion.

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[KYRAN ALDRIC SINCLAIR]

Kyran's face remained shrouded in darkness, and it was a good thing. When Fala shared that she didn't have her wand, he thought he would explode. The last time he had felt this groveling emotion was when he had found out Salem had lost her eyesight, thus tossing all of the burdens on his shoulders. At first, he resented his sister's existence and it took watching her struggle through her life to finally gain his respect. But the more he stared into the darkness and the less he saw, it humbled him slightly. Is this what his sibling experienced every day? Kyran wouldn't last if he had to deal with the black vision every day, with no control of what was coming close to him, as well as losing quidditch. He slowly turned in his position, reaching his arm out to feel that there was a wall beneath his touch.

Right now he needed to be alone, it was never a good thing to have another person in his presence when he was ticked off. He was sure if Fala spoke to him right now, he would reach over and attempt to snap her neck right off her head. No, that was the anger talking. His fingers resting against the wall curled downward, feeling his pulse throb profusely in his wrist. It took all of his efforts not to punch the wall, knowing full well he'd just end up breaking his fingers in. Without his hands, he would be useless like he felt now. Inching his other arm, he felt the burning sensation reach through to his veins and bring fire to his flesh. Clenching his teeth together, he held back hissing.

Sliding his left foot backward, he used it as a leverage so that he could attempt to stand. It was a good thing he was using his hand to lean against the wall, he was sure he would have topped to the right if he let his injured arm lay there heavy, inanimate. All he managed to do was position himself into a crouch, unaware that Fala's face was only a few degrees from his crotch. Good thing they were in the dark, otherwise a situation like this never would have happened. “No, I don't have my wand. It was either keep mine or let you crack your skull open.” It was as if he was saying you can thank me later but all the while, he surely did sound a tad bit hostile.

He needed to clue Fala in on his minor injury, to let her know that any suggestion to try and climb up would not work. “Fala... for now, I need you to check on the surrounding walls..” was all that he could offer, having to make a starting point. He felt their chance to escape was slim, and he hoped that no one would notice the two were missing together. What an embarrassment if his corpse was to be discovered in some dungeon beneath Hogwarts. Kyran had just learned to become selfless for his sister, now he couldn't imagine that his life could end just because he decided to save Fala – he had so much to live for.

Kyran sighed, dropping his morbid thoughts. For now he had to think positively, as he was often unused to things not working out his way. “Tell me if you find anything, please?” it was probably the most softest tone she would get from him for now.

[FALA ALINE ROUSSEAU]

Her words were met with silence and she remained on all fours, feeling more and more chilled by the minute. If any light were to reach them from above, she was sure that their breaths would be quite visible. She heard Kyran move around, slipping out from between her arms and legs. It would probably be best to keep quiet; they were both without their wands, stuck in the icy bowels of the castle.

She knew that he'd moved, but due to the dark was unable to tell where he was exactly, and how he'd positioned himself. He the confirmed her suspicions, and she found herself flinching a little at his words. It wasn't because of how he'd said it, or the fact that he'd said it at all. But it was because while she was educated in etiquette and the like...Fala did not know how to genuinely express gratitude.

Had this been a normal situation, she would have told Kyran to find his wand and where to stick it. However, because of the circumstances --and to some degree due to who he was-- Fala nodded and began pushing herself to her feet. Her knee was more hurt than she'd expected, but it wasn't enough to make her limp.

The girl then blindly made her way to the nearest wall, standing less than an inch away from Kyran. She then began feeling her way along the wall, checking for any abnormalities in the stone as she went. Fala made her way around the room, and discovered that the room was circular when she found no corners, and she gently bumped into Kyran from the other side. "No doors or any kind of opening that I could find..."

Her voice was a little shaky; not because she was afraid --though she had to admit there was a hint of fear mixed in with her emotions-- but because while feeling her way along the icy wall, her body's temperature had steadily decreased. Fala was nearly shaking from the cold. Looking up, chewed her lip as she once again looked at the opening above them, "I think the walls are too smooth to climb..."

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[KYRAN ALDRIC SINCLAIR]

Kyran allowed his breathing to cease, listening to the girl's shoes move across the ground. It appeared as though she was going in a circle, or perhaps a square. Right now he was letting his life sit in another person's hands, and he turned from his position so that he could slowly lean against the wall, rather than crouch. It wasn't until that Fala bumped into his bad arm and he wrenched, feeling himself drop back down to his bottom – the wall was his back support now. Finally his lips pried open and he exhaled, a nigh-whimper escaping him. He was trying his best to hold back any noise of devastation, but he couldn't fight against his own nature. It just hurt too much. The more that he moved, it had greatly irritated him, and he could feel the cold eat at the moisture on the brim of his lower eyelids. It had been enough to cause his eyes to water.

He had been in worse situations than this, ones that were closer to death when it came to magical creatures and his adventures for Salem's cure. But it had also been the longest period of time without his wand, or with any means of recovery. The idea of no magic, it absolutely frightened him, the mentality of it chilling his very bones – something that not even air or water could do. Fala words were to be expected, he lost all glimmer of hope when he heard there was no wands. Physically, if he hadn't hurt himself, Kyran would have been capable of finding some solution. Right now he felt bleak, as his company was all but a frail woman. Craning his head back, he again looked at the distant orbs of light. Again... if there was a wand, they could use light.

They could scream; they might have to. Perhaps their voices would echo and a student would catch wind. But he was also keen on the fact that the area was already old, any more tenor and he felt that even the ceilings that were so far above would collapse. He wished he could see Fala right now, to remind himself that he wasn't in this insufferable situation all alone. Kyran had calmed down in the process, needing his head to be cleared. Now he was able to pick up the soft tremors in the girl's voice, and it really made him want to save them from the entire thing even more. “I also think it's too far up to try and push you up,” he added, knowing that the height of the wall was at least 4 times Kyran's height.

At first he had disregarded trying to hoist her up because of his arm, but now he wasn't thinking of himself – he knew that this hole was like a well, or was meant to bury something very secret and dangerous. “If we can't think of anything else... we'll have to wait it out, someone is bound to figure out that we have gone missing,” and it was a true. But he didn't want to be discovered like this, seen in his turmoil. With magic and those aware of Hogwart's secrets, they would be found in a matter of days and at the latest a week. The chill as heavy as it was, he was glad there was no water... and it was better to know that it wasn't the type of trap that would drown them.

He didn't know what to say now, and if there was an escape, it was probably obvious. Brooding in his silence he might be able to find a solution.

[FALA ALINE ROUSSEAU]

She felt him move suddenly when she bumped into him, and she heard a soft thump. Fala's eyes strained to see, but she couldn't beat the laws of nature. Was he disgusted by her? Or had she hurt him by bumping into him? Her brow creased, and Fala sank to her knees by his side. The soft sound he'd made worried her, and she just couldn't keep quiet about it, "You're hurt." She didn't bother making it a question, being positively certain by this point that what she assumed was true. The stab of guilt made her feel unbalanced, and an emotional shiver was lost among the shudders caused by the chill.

Fala now wished she'd practiced wand-less magic; it would have been quite useful in this situation. But she'd learned to rely on her wand, taking it for granted. Maybe if their situation became desperate enough, one of them could do magic by accident...kind of like the uncontrollable bursts of magic they'd all experienced when they first developed their powers.

"I'm trying to think..."

A hand slipped through her ebony hair as she sighed in frustration. Nothing was coming to mind. The hole was too high up for them to reach, even with one of them perched on the other's shoulders. There were no doors, and if there was some kind of secret openings in the wall, she would be unable to find anything without light. And without a wand, there would be no light. Her mind was running in circles!

They really would have to wait it out.

While thinking, she'd only gotten colder, and the close presence of Kyran became more and more of a temptation. Though she didn't long for physical affection, so much as shared body heat. She had become cold enough to damn her pride to hell. He could laugh at her now or later, she didn't care. Fala crawled closer, feeling along the floor until she found his leg. Feeling her way up along it, she found his torso. Fala shifted closer and pressed her small upper body to Kyran's chest, keeping her touch and movements gentle.

He'd probably saved her one or two broken bones by placing himself under her; Fala still felt the sting of guilt in her gut....she wasn't going to cause him any more pain if she could help it.

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[KYRAN ALDRIC SINCLAIR]

A statement from Fala, not a question, but merely fact. Kyran couldn't deny her words, and he wasn't too keen on lying. He figured that she would eventually figure it out, or he would wind up telling her. Lifting his good arm, he moved his own palm over his shoulder to try and determine where exactly it was coming from. Applying light pressure to the bone of his shoulders, there was no immediate pain. Only when he stretched to the side or lifted up then down would his nerves scream at him. He was almost afraid to even test where the origin was coming from, knowing that once he found it, there would be no magic to numb or dull the pain. Perhaps he was being selfish thinking about his injury, and it was blurring his mind. Right now he needed to focus on the present, worse matters.

“I may have fractured something on the way down,” was his own statement, not wanting to make a conversation of it. He had really presumed their problem would be easily solved, but now he felt like a squid who had no means to conjure magic. Oh, how he had wished he didn't have his wand drawn before running into the girl.

The spell that was on him broke now, feeling the girl touch his leg. Funny how with his wand, in crowded and lighted areas he could coherently come up with logical solutions – but in this stale, cold darkness, he was left with a bad attention span. Sitting still, he allowed the hand to venture up further up his leg. Kyran wanted to stop her for the sake of the it being not the time or place for physical contact, especially with his mood so foul. Even if he wanted to deny the girl any closeness, he was also very aware of the low temperature. Once he had stopped fussing, he felt kissed by a ghost, being forced to slightly quiver. He wanted to pester her about being cold, but if he spoke up he would be a hypocrite. There was no use in trying to start a fight with someone you may have possibly been stuck with for days.

When her hand came to his torso, he leaned further back, trying to bring his injured side away from her. Much like a small animal, the girl pressed herself against him. Using his good arm, he shifted it around the girl's torso and brought her against him, motioning her to lean on his right side. After she was leaning into him now, he did not remove his arm. It felt nice to feel what little warmth she had on her body beneath his arm, and he felt it would be easier on the both of them. Later, perhaps he would jest at Fala for using him for her needs. But right now he probably needed her just the same. Fala's side was on him, but he left his hold loosely about her, just in case she felt the need to adjust herself.

“I feel we've given up too easily,” and it was a dreadful thing to say, as well as admit. “I've always felt I have been blessed in some way, but today, I feel terribly unlucky.”

[FALA ALINE ROUSSEAU]

He may have broken something? Fala didn't doubt it, considering that he'd crashed to the floor with not only his weight, but her own as well. She wished she could close her eyes and keep them that way --everything was black, whether they were open or not-- but instinct wouldn't permit it. So she blinked blindly in the darkness, straining to see something, anything.

Fala knew that they were both smart and capable, knew that they could find a way out of here without the use of their wands. They weren't blind muggles, their knowledge was vast, therefore there had to be something.

His only reaction to her touch had been a slight shift in his frame. Without any light, there was no way for her to tell whether he'd moved in order to help her lean against him better, or whether he was trying to lean away. However, her question was answered when he didn't push her away, but rather put his arm around her. She trusted that he would keep her away from any of his injuries, but she wanted to know where he was hurt exactly, just in case, "Where are you hurt?"

With a hand that she tried to keep steady, she reached over and pulled her cloak over herself and Kyran's legs. It was a lucky thing that they'd both worn their robes when they entered the dungeons, she didn't want to imagine how they could they would be without them.

She wanted to press more of herself, knowing that the closer they got, the more heat they would produce together. Her hands rubbed together, trying to warm them a little. Fala tilted her head back, looking at his face in the dark out of habit, when he spoke again,

"We haven't given up yet. These circumstances...make it hard to think..." Never had she thought that she'd be the one to voice a positive opinion. But there it was, and she half wanted to curl up in shame for saying something so useless.

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WORDS - 439
NOTES - i want to live in darkness
CREDIT made by mee

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