Located far from civilization, wizard and Muggle, the Abandoned Mill is at the edges of the Old Forest - a place of legend. The forest stretches wide, making it very difficult to find the river that trails through specific parts, let alone the abandoned mill by it.
Xavi leaned against the tree, catching his breath as he clenched at his side, blood spilling through his fingers. He searched the ground, stumbled and struggled to get himself upright again. There was a rotting mill just across that stream, he just had to make it there.
- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff." Message Me - 20:30, June 30, 2018 (UTC)
Enjoying his freedom from school, Donnie had gone for a cycle through the woods and gotten horrifically lost, until he recognised the sound of the river and the peak of the abandoned mill poking out from behind the trees. He doesn't, however, notice the dying boy hobbling through the trees until he nearly crashing into him - fucking hell. "Holy sh- mate," he breathes, screeching to a halt after wobbling for a few feet. He tosses the bike aside like it's rubbish. "What - are you alright?!"
Xavi's reaction time had drastically slowed, and he flinched several moments after Donnie had approached him, looking confused and blinking rapidly. "Where did you come from? Who are you?" he demanded. "Leave me alone, don't hurt me."
- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff." Message Me - 20:45, June 30, 2018 (UTC)
He's not totally convinced that he's not tripping on something, especially when the boy recoils like he's just been shocked. "No, no, mate, I'm trying to help," he says, hurriedly, attempting to reach out but not wanting to scare him any further. "Look, just let me heal that and get you somewhere safe, yeah? That's bleeding fast."
"Heal what? I'm fine," he coughed, stepping back. The pain in his side intensified, he stumbled and fell. Dots crowded his sight when his head hit the ground and tried to blink them back, ignoring the pain of his bitten tongue. "I'm fine, I need to get to... I need to.. the mill..."
- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff." Message Me - 21:16, June 30, 2018 (UTC)
"No, you need to get hel- oh, shitting hell," he grumbles as the boy falls: at least he's now still enough for Donnie to whip out his wand and perform some healing spells, casting them over the boy's side and watching as the blood stains slowly begin to recede back into tiny little specs, before vanishing completely. "What the hell's in the mill that's so important?" he asks. He needs to keep this kid talking to he doesn't completely pass out.
He narrowed his eyes at Donnie, nearly yelling at him to stop but didn't have the reaction for it. "What are you doing? What did you do? Why? Get your wand away from me." He didn't have half the mind to realize the pain was disappearing; his head was still murky. "The mill... You wouldn't understand. Who are you?"
- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff." Message Me - 21:27, June 30, 2018 (UTC)
Once the blood has completely gone and Donnie's confident that this guy isn't dying on him anymore, he ignores the protests and gently tries to help him sit up. "I'm the guy that's casually saving your life," he says. "Free of charge, I might add. Come on, up you get."
- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff." Message Me - 21:54, June 30, 2018 (UTC)
He stumbles backwards at the force, and frowns as he swipes his hands down his jeans, smearing blood and dirt all over the denim. "My name is Donnie Finch-Hatton," he breathes, a little winded by the push. "And I was just out for a morning cycle before I was rudely interrupted by you just dying on me."
"Oh, I'm sorry, next time I'll find a more private place to die," he bit back sarcastically, gritting his teeth. "I didn't ask you to save me anyway. Continue cycling or whatever. Why are you this far out anyway?"
- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff." Message Me - 17:26, July 1, 2018 (UTC)
He takes out his own wand and casts a quick Accio to the surrounding area, but to no avail: no wands come hurtling out of the woodland towards them. "Can I know what's in the mill that's so interesting, then?" he asks, curiosity piqued now that he's assured the wound has healed, and the kid is looking less dead by the minute.
- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff." Message Me - 18:21, July 1, 2018 (UTC)
"You're welcome," he says, bitterly, folding his arms across his chest like an indignant toddler. This whole situation is very confusing, but he'll be damned if he dares leave before he finds out a) what's in the mill and b) what the hell happened to lead to this situation. "Do I get your name or is that a deadly secret too?"
- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff." Message Me - 20:05, July 1, 2018 (UTC)
Oh, that certainly makes his ears prick up. Grinning, he raises an eyebrow, completely losing the seriousness of the situation and now imagining himself as James Bond or something equally ridiculous. "Who's that, then? Black Parade? MI5? Nah, too Muggle. Is it bank robbers? I bet it's bank robbers."
"The safety of my identity is at stake and you're trying to play 'Guess Who?' with me?" he ask incredulously, raising an eyebrow before turning around and heading for the stream. "Well they do say you find the strangest people in the woods."
- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff." Message Me - 20:14, July 1, 2018 (UTC)
Somewhat failing to take the hint, Donnie tails after Xavier like a lost little puppy, but his tail would be wagging like mad if he had one. "Don't worry, pal, nobody will find you in these woods. We're in deep enough to lose any searching spells or trackers or whatever, the forestry's too thick."
He stopped, looking over his shoulder to shoot Donnie a questioning look. "Why are you following me?" he asked. "Don't you have something better to do like, finish your morning cycle that I so rudely interrupted?"
- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff." Message Me - 20:22, July 1, 2018 (UTC)
He pauses, blinking as he considers where else he could be, and immediately shakes his head. "My other options are a meal with my lowkey-racist family, or actually working for a living," is his response. "It's either that or I follow you, and you're infinitely more intriguing."
He opened his mouth to respond, thought about it for a few seconds and then rolled his eyes. The guy look harmless. Probably was. Seemed kind of an airhead too. Wouldn't kill him to bring him along. "Don't get annoying or I'll steal your wand and hex you to Mexico," was all he said and then he kept walking, crossing the stream by carefully stepping on the stones.
- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff." Message Me - 20:37, July 1, 2018 (UTC)
"Me? Annoying? It's in my blood," he replies with a smirk, following across the stones with extreme care as he knows that one slip will probably result in a broken collarbone or something as equally dramatic and painful. "But seriously though - call me a nosy bastard, but what happened? I won't tell anyone."
- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff." Message Me - 20:44, July 1, 2018 (UTC)
"Not allowed to?" His smile upends itself into a frown, one of bemusement. "Wait - shit, am I going to like, get taken out by the KGB if you tell me? Is this how serious it is?" His eyes shift down to Xavier's waist. There's no stain, it's as if the wound was never there in the first place, but the sight of blood smeared across somebody's torso isn't an easy one to forget. "Well, it must have been serious, if they tried to kill you."
He jumped from the last stone to the other side of the stream and rolled his shoulders, analyzing how to get up to the mill. "I mean if you say anything or they figure out who you are, yeah, you're toast."
- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff." Message Me - 20:53, July 1, 2018 (UTC)
Donnie has only scaled the Mill a few times, as it's very high and he's very breakable, but enough to have established a pretty decent route which doesn't involve too much climbing, mostly just hiking. "Oh, round this way, there's a way up." He gestures to a trodden path round the back of the building. "Though there's nothing in here... at least, nothing was in there the last time I was in. Which was like, last year."
"Well things change over the course of a year," he pointed out, and then glanced out of the corner of his eye at Donnie. "I'm blaming this on my insomnia," he muttered before grabbing Donnie's shoulders and placing a quick kiss on his lips. He let go and started walking, seemingly looking indifferent although he was really reflecting on the past minute.
- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff." Message Me - 21:01, July 1, 2018 (UTC)
Jesus H Christ, that came out of nowhere. Donnie almost slips flat on his arse at the shock - thankfully he's out of the stream, because that really would have been a disaster - and he has to kind of blink a few times to bring himself back to reality. "Erm - I'm flattered, mate," he stutters, grinning with embarrassment and trying to hide the tinge to his cheeks. "But I don't - erm - wow, you lost more blood than I thought, clearly." He's not entirely sure if the past few minutes actually happened, and whether he was okay with it or not. Hell, he might have even enjoyed it. But that's a whole new can of worms that he doesn't want to open right now.
I kind of want to die and I kind of want to do it again. Fuck my life. "Would've done more if I had lost more blood but a knight with terrible hair just had to show up and save my life, how inconvenient," he remarked, walking up the pathway. He kept his hands in his pockets, because if they weren't, it be obvious how much he was shaking.
- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff." Message Me - 21:09, July 1, 2018 (UTC)
Oh my GOD. "Leave my hair alone," he whines, running a hand through it and sticking it up, leaving it in wild spikes since he's been sweating with anxiety for the past half-hour solid. "You look worse."
- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff." Message Me - 21:17, July 1, 2018 (UTC)
"Right, you've definitely lost too much blood. You're bloody hallucinating now," he chuckles, mostly to deal with the intense sexual confusion he's feeling right now, before diverting his attention back to the trek up to the Mill. It's a steep hill and he's kind of out of breath by the end, which is embarassing. "Okay, Mr Elusive, we're here. Should I go before I get taken out by a hitman, or is it safe to enter?"
- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff." Message Me - 21:59, July 1, 2018 (UTC)
"Ah, but if a hitman takes me out, you'll have nobody to randomly kiss," he points out, mostly to distract Xavier from the blatant red of his cheeks. With intrigue he watches as the rotting boards are peeled back to reveal some sort of tunnel, and he squints, trying to distinguish the outlines in the darkness.
- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff." Message Me - 22:23, July 1, 2018 (UTC)
He's not entirely sure that he trusts this guy, so he instead lights his own wand with a quick Lumos and holds it down the tunnel, illuminating the walls. "Will I ever see it again if I give it to you?" he asks as he looks, words echoing and repeating.
- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff." Message Me - 18:21, July 3, 2018 (UTC)
He’s going to die from embarrassment at any point now, so he tries to keep his cool by rolling his eyes and clicking his tongue, almost ‘’tssk’’ing. “It’s bordering on sexual harassment at this point,” he drawls, not that he’s complaining. “Come on, you’re not going down here without me, I’m your light source.”
He rolled his eyes again, climbing out of the hole and standing up. He swiftly leaned in and kissed Donnie again, longer this time but he would never admit that, and wrapped his hand around his wand, trying to pull it from his grasp.
- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff." Message Me - 18:41, July 3, 2018 (UTC)
Every nerven cell is alight when the second kiss lands on his lips, and even though he literally met this boy only minutes ago, Donnie feels himself breathe into the kiss, settling into it with comfort. Then the wand is wrenched out of his palm, and his cheeks flush with irritation. “Can you stop?” he grumbles. “I feel used.”
"I would if I didn't like it," he teased, although his cheeks were visibly red as well. "You're a good kisser when you're not in shock." He smirked with relative amusement and turned around, crawling back into the hole. "You said you wanted to come. Hurry up or I'll leave you behind."
- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff." Message Me - 10:34, July 5, 2018 (UTC)
The tunnel is damp and wet, and slowly starts to incline upwards as they progress, which only makes Donnie more nervous; where's he taking me? "Are you sure this is - safe?" he stutters, prodding at the wall with uncertainty, knowing that one dodgy tumble and he'll break every bone in his body.
"To be fair, I'm not taking you anywhere, you're following me," he pointed out. "But don't worry, you're not gonna die. Unless you cause your own death, but you'll surely cause mine before you do yours."
"Wasn't meant to be, guess I'm doing something wrong," he said sarcastically, overhearing Donnie. Eventually the tunnel opened up and Xavi crawled out into a small stone room. Xavi waved the wand around, trying to get a look at the room to remember where the chest was.
- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff." Message Me - 15:28, July 6, 2018 (UTC)
The room is dark and dusty and makes Donnie cough up his lungs into his sleeve as he stumbles idly around, following the hazy glow of Xavi's wand which revealed the interior in bits and pieces: stone walls, creaky wooden floor, cobwebs galore, and a strange wooden chest tucked into the corner. "Did I just dragged through Satan's arsehole for a measly chest?"
"It was a dark tunnel, chill," he said, approaching the chest. "And the thing inside the chest is extremely important. And you didn't have to come," he continued with a shrug. "Here, have your wand back," he said, tossing the wand over his shoulder, expecting Donnie to catch it. "The chest will make enough light as it is."
- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff." Message Me - 16:45, July 6, 2018 (UTC)
He catches the wand with ease and rolls his eyes, though his ears perk up at the mention of the chest. "What is it, the case from Pulp Fiction?" Make enough light? "Look, if you've nicked something or there's a person in that case - don't make that face, I'm probably right - then are you sure you want me to know, because I'll be the first to admit I can't keep a secret."
He glanced over his shoulder, tilting his head. "Alright, but when you have a gang at your doorstep don't say I didn't warn you," he said. Of course, he was lying. The gang would show up at his doorstep. If word of Donnie's involvement didn't get out.
- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff." Message Me - 05:42, July 7, 2018 (UTC)
A few moments pass, before Donnie blankly echoes, “You’re in a gang?” That...would make a lot of sense. “I thought gang members were supposedly to be intimidating,” he then comments, looking at Xavier’s gangly form and thinking about how a light breeze could probably blow him over. “But sure. I’ll make sure not to wear red around your people.”
"Against my will, yes, I'm in a gang," Xavi said, rolling his eyes at Donnie's sarcasm. "And if you screw anything up, we're both dead, so keep your mouth shut, will you?" He quickly pocketed the item in the chest, the glow from it disappearing and stood. "Let's go. Someone's bound to realize the charms are gone by now."
- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff." Message Me - 21:31, July 7, 2018 (UTC)
His sudden urge to ask a hundred questions about this so-called gang are interrupted by Xavier's hurry to get out of there, which Donnie sure isn't going to protest. "Gladly," he grumbles, thrusting his hands into his pockets. "Before I get asthma from all this dust."
Xavi crawled back up the tunnel, faster now, emerging from the top and waiting for Donnie to climb out as well before sealing the hole and continuing down the pathway. "Now I have to go find that stinken wand."
- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff." Message Me - 22:10, July 7, 2018 (UTC)
He kind of wants to get out of this situation before it has the chance to get any weirder, so once they're out of the tunnel and Donnie sees his bike leaning against a tree nearby, he hottails it towards the thing. "Look, just - find me later, yeah? Explain it all to me. I just wanna get home right now."
- "She was chaos and beauty intertwined. A tornado of roses from the divine." Message Me
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