Thread: Adderstrike(HP)Church/Moon

Blake hadn't heard much of what had been said between the two of them about some Roland fellow. It didn't involve him and he just didn't care. The place was strange, that was one of the many adjectives he had already tagged it with upon arrival. He heard his name spoken by Snape, looking towards the dark haired man. His attitude in here was completely different than that outside of Adderstrike. Who was this 'King' and how could he be that special for them to all be so afraid and bow down to him? Zach's name was mentioned then. A deathly silence fell upon the room, Blake raising an eyebrow as he looked around him at the kids, many younger than him, some the same age and a few older. With two words they all went scattering, something he already didn't like about this place. Snape's reaction was amusing to say the least, though he thought back and only remembered the man mentioning it a few times. When Blake had questioned him about it he simply shook his head and said it didn't matter anymore. His jaw clenched and eyes flashed with anger. How dare they speak that way about him! He was dead and there was no way he would have done those things! That's bullshit. He wouldn't hurt anyone, he wouldn't let me kill a mouse he said angrily. Yeah, I can talk, so you can quit talking about me like I'm not here and I can't hear you he added, glaring more at Snape than at the boy that couldn't have been any older than him. Blake turned from them and ran a hand through his hair before shoving it back into his pocket. It was still raw to talk about him, to think about him, and even worse to hear everyone talking so terribly about him. He bit his lip roughly to keep the tears from springing free right then and there. He still hadn't let himself think about the fact that Zach was gone. If he accepted it then that would mean he would have to start moving on and deal with the fact that he wouldn't come after him and save him from these people. He turned at the sound of footsteps, meeting the gaze of the green-eyed boy steadily. Hell, he was taller than him. He wasn't afraid to die. He was afraid to live without his life meaning something. Zach made him feel worthwhile for once in his life. He hesitated, turning to look at the door though he knew he couldn't leave until he had told them about Zach. They had to be wrong about him. He had to have been framed. They had to be wrong. Blake followed him until the got to the elevator, staring into it for a while warily before finally stepping inside, holding onto the little railing around the edge. He was the first one out when the doors opened again, sucking in a deep breath and then noticing that he had been holding his breath. The blue eyes moved about the room, taking everything in. He had to hand it to them, it did look nice, not at all what it would seem from the floor above. He walked a few feet away from the other two, wondering if he could see himself here. It made sense that Zach would have been here with everything that he was teaching Blake. He wondered if he was going to try and make Blake his ticket back in so that he could prove to them that he hadn't done what they thought he had. He would have liked to have a family. There was never a time when he felt an attachment or a feeling of belonging to another person until he met Zach. He had always hated the kids who had siblings. He didn't know what it was like to be able to know that someone had your back no matter what happened. The 'King' had mentioned that he could leave whenever he felt like it, meaning that there didn't have to be any attachments if he didn't want there to be, and with free food that sounded like something he could take advantage of and get off the street for a little while if nothing else. He got sick of eating rats when Zach wouldn't let him steal from houses or shops. Blake listened to what was said about magic and martial arts, two things they knew he was interested in, and though he was tuned in to every syllable he acted as if he couldn't care less about what they were saying. Fine, I'll give it a week he muttered and sat down at the table, putting his hands together and putting them to his face, his eyes closed. It almost looked as if he were praying for a few moments before his eyes opened again and he looked into the green eyes. He was the kindest, caring, generous man I have ever met. He took care of me and was the father I never had. I loved him he said softly, his memory shooting back to when he was laying in the mans arms, being kissed like he was Zach's whole universe, the feeling of their flesh together under the stars. He forced himself out of the flashback. He couldn't deal with those thoughts right now. Snape had gone away to catch up with a couple people so the King was the only one to hear his confession. He shook his head and looked away from him, clamming up again why am I even telling you this? It's not like it makes a difference anyway he muttered and sighed deeply. It wasn't long before the food was ready, people flooding the room and taking seats at different tables. No one sat anywhere near him or would even make eye contact with him though when he looked away he knew they were staring and whispering about him. Blake picked at the food and very slowly ate the entire plate, not realizing before how hungry he had been. It must have been days since he had eaten last. Can I get my stuff back then if I'm going to be staying here? he asked, wanting to get his wand and his knives back on him so he'd feel safer again. Currently he felt weak and lost and hated every second of it. What was worse was that he felt scared. Scared of being taken advantage of again without Zach around taking care of him. Zach had never abandoned him, never used him, never hurt him.