Katara: It’s not magic. It’s waterbending, and it’s- Sokka: Yeah, yeah, an ancient art unique to our culture, blah blah blah. Look, I’m just saying that if I had weird powers, I’d keep my weirdness to myself.
So I wanted to talk a little about Katara, because I think we often focus on her grief for her mother, and forget her relationship to her culture, and her experience of the Southern Water Tribe genocide (unlike the Air Nomads genocide, which was for the greater partover after four big terrifyingly effective simultaneous strikes, this one took place over a long length of time - more than 40 years? 50? - and it wasn’t total, but it definitely was one. genocide = the deliberate and systematic extermination of a national, racial, political, or cultural group, fwiw)
(Kanna’s village - before and after)
All of the Southern water benders were exterminated or taken away to rot in prison (where they all died eventually except for Hama). Katara was born the only bender left in the whole South Pole. Then when she was eight years old, she survived a raid that was meant to kill her, but took her mother instead (she probably was too young to realize that, to her it must have been a question mark up until she met Yon Rha - gratuitous cruelty? Why her mother in particular? They took nothing else!).
So Katara from a young age had a double burden to bear: that of her mother, and the legacy of her bending (and she was shown as painfully aware of her situation and what it meant on both front). But here’s the thing: Katara could be a mother, she was naturally good at it, and her grandmother could teach her what she didn’t already knew. Her family and tribe demanded that of her, they needed her to be that for them (especially after her father and the rest of the men basically abandoned them). However, there was no one left to teach her how to waterbend - she had almost no hope of ever becoming a master without formal training, her brother thought it was silly and weird and let her know, her grandmother thought it was a waste of time. But she kept practicing, because she knew how important it was, to her and to her tribe, that she kept trying (as the only one left who could).
(…an ancient art unique to our culture, blah blah blah…)
(Of course she would obsess over that waterbending scroll)
When she gets to the North Pole, she meets Pakku, and with him the opportunity of finally becoming a true master. But because she is a girl, he judges her unworthy. He judges her, the only remaining southern waterbender, unworthy of carrying on their culture. The Fire Nation didn’t care about the gender of their prisoners, men and women - they all fought side by side for their freedom in the South, and they were all taken away to the last one, and killed to the last one. In the South, the women had the choice to learn how to fight, or be defenseless. And privileged master Pakku couldn’t possible realize the extend of what he was denying her in that moment.
Katara had to prove herself, she had to earn her right to these teachings. And if she had been less good or less stubborn or not Kanna’s granddaughter - well the North would have refused their sister-tribe the power to use their common cultural heritage to fight back against the nation that destroyed them.
(It’s sexist and terrible.)
Meh, thankfully, she was that good, stubborn, and Kanna’s granddaughter, and she did get to become a master.
But, of course, her story doesn’t end here, and wrt her culture, the next chapter is a much more traumatizing experience. In the Fire Nation, she meets another master. This time it’s an old woman from the South like her (“You’re a waterbender! I’ve never met another waterbender from our tribe!”), and she is, ah, more than willing to help her.
Look how happy Katara looks at the idea to learn from her in particular:
Katara: I can’t tell you what it means to meet you. It’s an honor! You’re a hero. Hama: I never thought I’d meet another southern waterbender. I‘d like to teach you what I know so that you can carry on the southern tradition when I’m gone. Katara: Yes! Yes, of course! To learn about my heritage… it would mean everything to me.
But when Hama starts her lesson, the techniques she teaches have been obviously developed with one goal in mind: survival in enemy territory. They can’t possibly have been invented in the South Pole, where water is abundant everywhere. They are deadly and cruel, and the damage they do to the environment leaves Katara sad and uncomfortable, but Hama waves that off as unimportant. It doesn’t matter, she doesn’t have the time to worry about flowers or beauty or nature. To her that peace and beauty is probably just an illusion anyway, a lie: years after her escape she is still living the war, and war is ugly and rotten and messy (her world is ugly and rotten and messy - this is her comfort zone).
The last technique she teaches Katara is bloodbending. She forces Katara to learn something she finds disgusting, repulsive (just like Hama was forced to learn?) by torturing her (Hama was tortured), by overpowering her, invading her, making her lose control over her own body, bending her blood (Hama herself is clinging to the last remain of control she managed to get back after rotting in prison for years), and finally by threatening to have the two people she cares most about in the world kill each other right under her eyes (Hama lost everyone too, she had to say goodbye).
(Katara: But, to reach inside someone and control them? I don’t know if I want that kind of power. Hama: The choice is not yours. The power exists…and it’s your duty to use the gifts you’ve been given to win this war. Katara, they tried to wipe us out, our entire culture… your mother! Katara: I know. Hama: Then you should understand what I’m talking about. We’re the last Waterbenders of the Southern Tribe. We have to fight these people whenever we can. Wherever they are, with any means necessary! Katara: It’s you. You’re the one who’s making people disappear during the full moons. Hama: They threw me in prison to rot, along with my brothers and sisters. They deserve the same. You must carry on my work.)
And this, this, is the only truly southern waterbending Katara is ever going to learn. This is her tribe’s bending heritage, what’s left of it: blood, grief, suffering, hatred, loss of control over both your body and mind (because it’s terrible, but I think that’s what’s implied by the show: bloodbending makes you lose your mind. Hama’s only mean of regaining physical freedom ended up trapping her in another nightmare). Hama gifts her with a power she despises (but will use anyway in her darkest hour when she loses control) and a philosophy of violence and revenge.
Katara chose peace and forgiveness. As an adult, she will have bloodbending outlawed, she will become the greatest healer in the world, and she’ll teach her daughter, the next avatar, probably many others. These choices matter, and we should talk about them with that background in mind. Katara redefined her heritage - or rather she created a new one for herself: she refused the condition that was forced upon her (bloodbender) and ensured nobody could legally do to someone else what Hama did to her (and it’s implied this law is valid anywhere in the world). She transmitted Pakku’s warrior teachings, the ones she fought for, to the next generations (and did a great job of it!), but she also taught them how to heal, refusing to separate the arts as in Northern Water Tribe tradition - and healing was something she discovered by herself, that she felt was always a part of her. At that, she became the universally acknowledged best. Her legacy, despite everything that happened to her, will never be one of violence.
tl;dr: Katara is one of the strongest fictional characters ever created bye
So there’s one bit near the end of the Genocide Run that hit me pretty hard, personally. And as with most things that hit me very hard emotionally, it was a random almost throwaway line that wasn’t written to be focused on that much. But whether it intentionally held the meaning I took from it or not, it doesn’t change the fact that I DID take meaning from it.
When Flowey is monologuing near the very very end of the game and explaining what he went through, he talks about how he lacks the ability to feel anything for the people around him, and how desperately, frantically, he wishes he did. He talks about how, at first, he tried to help people. He talks about how at first it seemed to help, but every time it was time to let go, to move on, he got scared and couldn’t do it. He’d panic and reset instead. And how then he’d be right back where he started. And he would try helping everyone again.
But it became hollow. Everyone always said the exact same things, and did the exact same things. And nothing changed. And nothing new ever happened.
And eventually, just out of sheer desperation for SOMETHING new, he decided to kill everyone. And how that was at first a relief, but even that grew stale and empty as he did it over and over again. Until he was left with nothing, and there was nothing to care about, either for better or worse, but he couldn’t let go either. So he was trapped in this world where nothing ever changed, and he couldn’t make himself leave.
It’s a sad story, but it’s also a bit of a gut punch because of its implications.
Maybe in time, the person playing the game, the actual human being behind the keyboard, not the pixel character they control, would find themselves in the exact same situation. Eventually, things in a game stop changing. Characters always say the same things, do the same things. And maybe in time, as boredom takes over, the player would also try a genocide game just for SOMETHING new. But eventually even that will become empty and lead to nowhere after you do it enough.
I can’t really say if that’s true or not. I can’t say it’s false either.
But It’s 2 years now. And a lot of us are still here. And more importantly a lot of us still care. Quite deeply in fact.
And maybe we won’t care forever, maybe the same thing will happen, or more likely, we’d be the ones able to let go and move on to other things and let go. Maybe there’s no escaping that.
But it’s been 2 years, and at least for now, we’re still here.
There is also the possibility I’ve considered, that since the insane success of the game was never expected or anticipated at all, that the level of love it caused in gamers was a complete and utter surprise, maybe their ability to never fall into that cycle of apathy and just how long they can keep going, caring as hard as ever, will also be a complete surprise that was never foreseen.
Or even more simply, maybe Flowey just needed to be shown, as with so many things, he was wrong about that too.
Who knows. Honestly I can’t say how things will look in time. It could either way.
There’s how Ryuko is the most upset about how she made Senketsu cry when she lost control and turned the both of them into a horrible monster (episode 13)…
There’s how the “bitter tears” Ryuko mentioned in her heart-to-heart with Senketsu make a return later on, when she swears that she’ll never make him cry again (episode 17)…
And there’s how Ryuko’s promise to hold back her rage is a promise she tries so hard to be true to, controlling her anger so well when she meets up with Nui again that even the animation tells you that her actions here are special (episode 18).
Then, right after Ryuko runs away upon learning the truth of her origins (episode 20), Senketsu mentions the “bitter tears” himself (at least in the original Japanese script). Senketsu realizes how awful it is to see a loved one so upset that they’re crying, and he dedicates himself to helping Ryuko and easing her pain. He doesn’t want to see Ryuko cry, either.
But what makes Senketsu’s dying line of “don’t cry” so sad isn’t just that it hurts Senketsu to see Ryuko in tears—it’s also what Ryuko’s crying represents here.
Because Ryuko isn’t crying in the end due to some horrible battle injury. She isn’t crying because she feels like a monster, or like her whole life was a lie.
She’s crying because she loves Senketsu.
She’s crying because the thought of a life without him hurts her.
And this is sad, because Senketsu’s whole story is so much about self-love and appreciation. He spends the show being referred to as a monster, as nothing more than an object, as a parasite, a weapon—heck, there are even points when Ryuko dismisses his humanity.
But through being Ryuko’s partner, Senketsu grows to care about himself. He comes to think of himself as someone who has meaning, and this is so significant that it is a crucial reason why he’s able to reach Senketsu-Kisaragi with Ryuko and save the planet. As Senketsu puts it himself, he’s not just clothing—he’s a person too, with a will all his own. He matters.
But the thing about being someone who matters… well. It means that when you get hurt, you also hurt the people who care about you. It means that when you know you’re not going to make it and she knows it too, she cries.
So when Senketsu’s shocked when Ryuko refers to him as a “friend” for the first time…
And still shocked when she says it again…
And when he can’t stop staring after Ryuko says stuff like this…
Or when she puts her life on the line for his sake…
Over and over again…
Well, finally, after the battle’s won, as he’s falling apart, Senketsu really, truly gets it.
He’s loved. He’s cared for.
And that means his death isn’t nothing, no matter how much he would want it to be, and no matter how much he doesn’t want to hurt Ryuko.
I think you're all being a tad sensitive about the letter. Why? Because you all think it's normal to do that? I'd roll my eyes too if I received such a letter. How many shippers have sent one? They didn't name anyone. If the person was watching, which they no doubt were if they are that weirdly invested, then they would have learnt (hopefully) not to be intrusive and to leave their private lives well alone. I really don't understand why people don't get that. Like Cait said, fan respectfully.
I wouldn’t send a letter, but I if I had such feelings and wanted to express them, I think a letter is actually a very respectful way of doing that. It was unkind of them to name that their weirdest fan encounter.
What fans are upset about with Letter Gate is that they casually dismissed a specific, most likely heartfelt letter that someone sent, and then, several days later, ask fans to send deeply personal letters about lost love. You do not need to be a Shipper to think that was a tone deaf move on Starz/Sam/Cait’s part.
Is speculation intrusive? I don’t know. Stalking a data mining definitely is, and definitely cross the “respectful” line Cait was talking about. Being a fan of anything means that you are “weirdly invested”. If that letter was from a real fan, someone who watches the show, is in MPC, donates to WCC, and shows up to cons, my heart breaks for them. Her “weird investment” in OL/Sam/Cait benefits them and they should be happy someone cares enough to write a letter.
Ok the background here is I photoshopped my face on a three dollar bill. I didn't get to use the bill to come out to my parents so I wanted to use it with my step-mom. I've used my phone to put it on the T.V. screen and she's looking at it.
Wait, what is this?
Well have you heard the expression "queer as a three-dollar bill?"
Oh, *laughs* well be careful who you show that to, they might take it the wrong way.
You know, they might think you're gay.
*listening from the next room* THAT'S WHAT SHE'S TRYING TO SAY.
Recently in my social studies class our teacher was asking us what job we wanted when we grew up, everyone had to reason their pick and tell the teacher why that job is important to our society.Everyone started talking about being a lawyer,surgeon etc. When it was my turn I said that I wanted to become an animator. I didn't know why it's important to our society and created super awkward silence and blurred out "entertainment". My question to you is: Why is animation important to our society?
Animation is art, art is a form of expression, so you’re expressing your own thoughts and ideas to others. It can bring awareness/discussions to things happening in the world, inspire others to take action on whatever the art is talking about or to feel more invigorated. It can also be just entertainment as well because it makes people happy and without art, the world would be pretty dull.
There is honestly many reasons why animation is important, just as much as any other forms like film, painting, video games, sculpting, photography, comics, whatever the heck it is, its important cause it keeps us thinking and happy.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, FLO FLO @oreowarrior! Ever since I read Floran’s newest reference sheet and his backstory, I got a bit intrigued haha! His backstory is so sad, but I’m glad that Floran had Elise to help him~! Which is exactly what I wanted to express in this short comic! Hope you like it and I wish you again another awesome birthday!
(i wanted to draw Reol, but i.. can’t draw wyverns… Sorry, sweet Reol q.q)
Hellow! I was wondering if you could picture how the boys would react if after a heated argument with Miiko, she tells Guardienne that if she wants to walk away no one is retaining you (to provoke Guardienne only) but Guardienne takes it seriously and heads to the forest and on her way outside she meets the boy and he asks her where she's going like that and Guardienne tells them "Remember when I came here? You said you didn't want me to stay here eternally well today is your lucky day." LUV U
(I think I’m back.)
Nooo, no no! He will not allow.
But he has no idea how to express to you the protest.
Secretly he fights with a wild desire to grab you by the shoulders, look you in the eye and say that he was wrong about you and he doesn’t want you to leave.
But he just stared at you and trying to…make a joke?
Like, “lmao, Gardy, do you really think this is my lucky day? My lucky day is when you never climb crazy ideas"
Then he just grabs you by the wrist (gently, surprisingly) and leads back to headquarters, muttering under his breath, you and Miko are still hysterical.
Lol nope. Whatever you say he will find a denial.
He will hate himself for that in the beginning of your acquaintance, he behaved rudely.
But damn, with the past nothing can be done: if you want an apology - you will get them.
He will even promise you that he’ll talk to Miko that she was so rude to you.
He’ll just try to hug you and sincerely apologize.
If you let him, it will be the most gentle hug have ever received from him.
If not, he is crushed, but he will make you return.
He will be calmer Ezarel and Nevra.
He just gently take your face, forcing you to look straight in the eye and say that he really regretted their actions.
You might think that he doesn’t care, but you will feel the tremors in his hands and his intense eyes.
You’re still going to leave? Okay, he’ll go with you.
Nope, you’re not going to convince him otherwise, he doesn’t want to put you in danger.
In the end he just hugs you and you slowly go back to headquarters.
Valkyon is just a master of consolations, that’s the whole secret.
Tbh im excited for toms haircut !! We've only ever seen him w longer hair so i wonder how he'll look w a shorter cut! (also im rlly passionate about self expression so tom doing different stuff w his hair bc he wants to is so good yall,,,)
i’m really excited to see it as well lmao, particularly because i’m excited to draw it!! idk, i understand the whole “i liked his hair i don’t want to see it go” but only for like… 5 minutes. after that it’s like, c'mon guys, it’s hair.
anyone who is still acting negative about this, i just think “man if this is how you react to a celeb getting a haircut then i would hate to actually be apart of your real life and see how you tear apart loved ones who change their appearances”
I really wanted to read a continuation of Yamamoto, Tsuna, and Dino falling for Gokudera's S/O
Thank you! Well, since the ending is kind of open, anyone can of the ending and since I thought about it a bit, I’ll write short continuations.. -admin Lambo
Tsuna - The love they felt for Gokudera was much bigger and his expression hunted them like a nightmare, waiting to devour them like an innocent child. They left the bedroom, but didn’t go to Tsuna even though they knew they should. The last thing they wanted was to see Gokudera heartbroken, so the only thing they could come up was to leave. They returned later, hoping Gokudera was already sleeping, but he wasn’t in the room. Glad that they could take the chance, they took out a bag and the necessary clothes before they wrote a short letter to Gokudera and left. They didn’t look behind, but came to a stop when they saw Chrome walking towards gates. They tensed, but Chrome only smiled and wished them good luck. The corners of their lips turned in a smile and with the last look at Vongola mansion, they left, disappearing from Gokudera’s life.
Yamamoto hid his feelings well from his friends, but he couldn’t when he was with them. He could be himself, show his sadness and tears when he didn’t want the world to see him. How jealous he was of Gokudera, yet he still kept to himself. He loved them, he did, but he didn’t wish to make his friendship with Gokudera what it was years ago. His heart was tearing apart when he saw them laugh at Gokudera’s misery with uri. His heart was tearing when the two of them were arguing. He felt his world fall apart when he embraced them as they cried when Gokudera was hurt. But he refused to approach them as someone, who’s interested in them. He was their friend on who they can count. He’ll hide his feelings for their sake even if he was the one breaking into pieces that were hard to pull back together.
Dino - After the incident with spilling drink on his suit, Dino found himself visiting Vongola’s mansion more frequently than usually. Every time he found an excuse, Tsuna reading him in a second as his eyes always seemed to follow only one person. It took some time and few more “accidents” until he had them writhe and moan under his body. He didn’t care if anyone heard them, he wanted them. He knew Gokudera was outside before he disappeared. He could hear his screams and he should feel guilty, but he didn’t. He was mesmerised with them. Obsessed with their moans. And it didn’t dawn on them wat they’ve gotten into until next day when Gokudera told them they should break up and go with Dino for the sake of alliance. Dino should feel glad, he really should, but when the scream of a maid brought attention of guardians into their bedroom, Gokudera blamed no one but himself.
One aspect of gluttony that I think is fun is when someone eats so much that they end up food drunk, which is.. pretty much exactly what it sounds like. I really wanted to express that in some sketches and thought, ‘okay who’d be a good victim of eating themselves silly… oho wait of course this goober’ … plus I kinda really missed Demyx anyway OTL
Oh Erwin, you majestic prince. I’ve written massive love letters to you in the past, so how can I pick just one moment to be my favorite? Yet, I was all set to talk about how you cut off your arm to escape a titan, bandaged it, and somehow kept fighting. And with only one arm, you were able to use your maneuvering gear to reach Bertolt and free Eren.
But then I read a post by dumbfandomrambling about you. This post. And it made me stop and remember that isn’t just your gorgeous blond hair, perfectly chiseled face, impeccable manners and brilliant mind that I find attractive. There’s a human heart, beating inside of your well-toned chest, that wants to believe that people are inherently good.
So your expression of heartbreak and sadness when your suspicions were confirmed - that the monarchy killed your father, not for the good of mankind but because of their own human greed - is my favorite moment.
I feel like I leave my Dramione people lost in a world of vampires and volleyball so here we go lol. This is me making up for it XD
Hermione was doing her duties as a Prefect, strolling up and down the endless hallways, tired as can be. She yawned, covering her mouth with her hand and rubbed her eyes. She needed to stop reading before bed. It made her stay up much too late. Her footsteps echoed as she walked, the steady and constant rhythm lulling her to sleep. She shook her head, trying to keep focus. As she continued down the hall, she noticed the door to the Room of Requirement begin to emerge before her. She knew exactly what would be waiting for her. A nice soft bed with warm blankets, maybe even a crackling fireplace so that she could sleep calmly.
But she couldn’t. She had responsibilities. Then again…
She looked at her watch. Five minutes wouldn’t hurt.
She pushed at the door, and it opened with a large groan. Just as she had expected, there was a bed and a decently sized fireplace, with two armchairs in front of it. However, there was also some sort of dark-wooded closet with elegant carvings on it. Hermione walked up to it to get a closer look, but the doors flung open and a person clambered out, collapsing on the ground.
Hermione was too shocked to scream. She ran over to the body, using all her strength to flip it over, so that she could identify it. She gasped as she realized she was looking at Draco’s unconscious face. He was soaked from head to toe, but it hadn’t been raining, and his face was frozen in a grimace of pain. She unhooked his robe quickly, checking to see if he had been wounded in any way. She gagged upon seeing his blood-stained shirt. How much blood could a person lose before dying?
With quick but shaky hands she undid the buttons, nearly throwing up when she saw just how large the slash across his stomach was. She pulled out her wand, her hands now bloody, and in her panic zapped him with just about every type of healing spell she knew.
The wound slowly began to close, but it was a long way from fully repaired. Should she take him to Madame Pomfrey? No, she thought, that’d be suspicious. What had he been doing, to end up like this in the first place?
I’m telling you Hermione, Draco Malfoy is a Death Eater.
The thought only made her more nauseated. She shook her head, pushing all of those thoughts away. Maybe Harry had been right, but now was not the time to deliberate it. Draco was still soaked to the bone, and badly wounded. If she didn’t do something he could very well die.
She’d have to undress him. She cringed at the thought.
But he was heavy. How was she supposed to move him?
She chastised herself, trying to get a hold of her thoughts. You have a wand, Hermione, she told herself. Clutching her wand, she made it so that he was hovering, and began stripping him down easily enough, tossing away the blood-stained shirt. It was then that she noticed the bold mark on his left arm. She gasped, unable to look away. Could it really be? She shook the thoughts away, her main focus on getting him dry. She undid his belt buckle and let his pants slide down, unhooking them and letting them drop to the floor.
Please let his underwear be dry, she thought. With the back of her palm she patted his boxers, noting them to be wet. She nodded, as though encouraging herself, and took a deep breath. Ok, she thought, I can do this. With her wand she guided him to the bed, letting him fall gently. The wound was slowly starting to open again, and so she muttered a few more healing spells. When she noticed the Room of Requirement providing her with bandages, she wrapped up the wound as well.
She then undid her own cloak and threw it over him, covering his body. She took a deep breath. If I don’t look, it’s fine, she told herself. Reaching under the robe, she tugged at the fabric and brought it down to his ankles, looping his feet through so that it came off entirely. She grabbed the blanket that was hanging off one of the armchairs and tossed that over him too, since he was still so cold. Once that was all over and done with, she collapsed on the bed next to him, feeling exhausted. Something was telling her not to report this, and without knowing why, tears began to slip from her eyes.
Draco Malfoy was a Death Eater. Someone her own age. Had he been carrying out a mission? For him to end up in such a state…it must have been something awful. She was bringing her hand up to wipe her eyes, until she saw that they were still covered in dried blood. She gagged again, wiping her tears with her sleeve instead, and quickly reached for her wand.
She mumbled a few cleansing spells, but was unable to do anything about some of the blood that covered her clothing. She stared at her hands once again, but couldn’t seem to shake the image of blood from her mind. And then, Hermione Granger fainted.
Draco tried to lift his eyelids, but they were heavy, and so he squeezed them shut, and blinked rapidly a few times before successfully opening them. Upon doing so, he had no idea where he was. Not in his room, he knew that much. But he was on a bed? He tried to sit up, but as a sharp pain rose from his stomach he quickly laid back down, wincing. He groaned. That’s right, he had been carrying out a mission for the Dark Lord. That was when he noticed the gentle breathing next to him. He turned his head, practically choking on surprise.
Granger? What the hell was she doing here? And sleeping next to him in bed. He looked her up and down, noticing the random splatter of blood on her white shirt. His blood? More than likely. Had she helped him? Why on earth would she help him of all people?
But the image of her was enough for him to ignore his thoughts. His eyes followed her body, and he saw that her skirt had been flipped up, revealing white underwear and smooth thighs that for whatever reason were making his heart race. But, because he was Draco Malfoy, he didn’t feel the need to look away. She had a nice pair of legs on her. Creamy and long, playfully crossed over each other in a careless sort of way. Shame she kept them hidden under that robe of hers.
Suddenly, realization slashed through his mind. Was he naked? What the fuck had happened? And why was Granger of all people here? He kicked off the blanket, and with much struggle, sat up on the bed, keeping the robe to cover himself. But it wasn’t his robe. It was much too small. Hers, maybe?
The movement made as he struggled to sit up caused Hermione to stir awake. He reached over quickly to the top of her skirt, and flopped it back over, so that she was covered. He grimaced as the movement made his stomach shoot with pain.
Hermione rubbed her eyes and looked at him, just looked at him, for a few moments. It was as though she were trying to piece together whether or not this was reality.
“Hi.” She breathed.
“Hi.” He blinked.
She sat up and cleared her throat. “Um. How are you feeling?”
“Like shit.” He couldn’t read the look on her face. She looked…concerned?
“You lost a lot of blood. I did the best I could.”
He motioned to the blood splatters on her shirt. “I can see that.” He said. Then he peeked down the robe, looking at his bandaged stomach. He really was naked.
“What’d you do to my clothes Granger.”
Her eyes widened and she held up her hands, shaking them. “They’re over by the fire! You were soaked and I thought…I didn’t look, I promise.”
Well, that was more than he could say about himself. He tried to sit up, so that he could grab his clothes and get the hell out of there, but as he sat up, the wound began to throb, and it made it hard to breathe.
“Fuck.” He spat out.
He looked at her, she had a worried look in her eyes, her hands small fists over her knees.
He scoffed. “Get me my clothes would you? It seems I can’t move.”
She rushed over to get his clothes, and handed them over to him, cringing as she noticed the blood still on them. “I’m sorry…”
He shook his head. “It’s fine.”
With much trouble, he managed to put his underwear on, the robe slipping off his shoulders, making his chest visible. Even though it was covered by the bandage, it still make Hermione queasy.
“I’ve had worse.” He said, noticing her look.
“That doesn’t take away from the fact that this was bad.” She said.
He looked at her, a hard expression on his face. “You didn't…tell anyone I was here, did you?”
She shook her head.
He struggled to put on his pants, groaning with each movement.
“Well,” he looked away, “Thank you, then.”
She cleared her throat awkwardly, “You’re welcome.”
He scoffed. “Aren’t you afraid? I’m a monster now.” He motioned to the Dark Mark.
She shook her head. “You’re still just Draco.”
His eyes widened with surprise, before narrowing with suspicion. “Well, what do you want? I don’t like owing people things.”
“Not everything comes at a price, Draco.”
“Some sort of book or something, what?”
“Nothing. Just…try and not die.” Her features cringed.
“What do you care if I die?” he spat out angrily.
She flinched. She wasn’t expecting him to yell.
“Fine then! Die!” she yelled back, a bit louder than she had anticipated. So much so that she surprised herself. But he deserved it. She saved his life and that’s how he was going to talk to her? To say she was angry was an understatement. She walked over to him, yanking at her robe and tossing it over her shoulders. “Last time I try to help you.” She muttered under her breath.
“Granger wait!” his voice was panicked. She found that a bit strange, so she turned to look at him.
He cleared his throat, trying to sit up straighter, and grimaced. No doubt he was still in pain. “Thank you.”
She sighed. He looked…afraid.
“You can’t move, can you?”
He shook his head.
“Is there anyone who can…healing spells aren’t my strength.”
He clenched his teeth. “Try, Granger.”
“I’m a Death Eater. You think anyone is gonna help me?”
She bit her lip and pulled out her wand. She washed a variety of spells over him, and slowly, his face began to relax. He let out a deep breath.
“That feels much better.” He told her.
It was strange how you could see someone every day and never actually look at them. Hermione had a kind face. Probably because she was naturally a kind person. She had figured out how to tame her curls, the wavy brown hair spilling over her shoulders neatly. And then the legs she kept hidden. The image from earlier this morning flashed into his mind, and he blushed involuntarily.
“I didn’t mean it.” She said quietly, pulling him from his thoughts.
“I hope you don’t die. I know we’re on opposite sides…but still.”
He took another deep breath. “I hope you don’t die either Granger.”
She smiled. “I don’t plan on it.”
He chuckled and stuck out his hand, “I’ll buy you a drink, when it’s over.”
She took his hand and shook it. “Sounds like a plan, Malfoy.”