Art/Cy fic: contains depressing stuff and language

[arturobrigstocke]

Yeah, so I probably need to stop writing fics about my characters ^^;; Anyways, this one is horribly depressing, and I probably completely screwed up writing Cy, but I gave it my best shot ^^;;

.....“WHAT?” Art paused with his fork halfway to his face, mouth hanging open. A moment ago, things had been perfectly normal - he and Cypress had been sat in one of the fifth floor corridors eating leftovers they’d scavenged from the house elves , as per every Saturday night, and then Cypress had gone and said that.
.....“I like you, okay?” Cypress replied, a lot less tenderly than the first time he’d said it, folding his arms across his chest “Gees Art, way to let a guy down gently.”
.....“No no no no no no no no” Art was almost babbling incoherently as he scrabbled to get away from his friend, pushing himself to his feet “No this is not happening, it can’t be.”
.....“Okay, okay, I get it, you don’t like me back, there’s no need to be such an arse about it”
.....“Like you?” Art laughed as he whirled round, forcing himself to stand his ground rather than go striding right up to Cypress “Cy, I’ve liked you since I was a fourth year” He laughed bitterly as the other boy’s eyes widened. “Yeah, exactly, so don’t talk to me about being let down gently” and he turned to leave again
.....“Wait, what?” He could hear Cy coming after him and stopped. It was time to come clean.
.....“How do you think it felt?” He asked, turning round “How do you think it felt, having you pining way after August all the fucking time, flirting and making out with half the school? You have no fucking idea” He wanted to leave again, get away from what he’d just said, but Cypress’ hand was on his arm.
.....“That’s not fair! You never told me, how the fuck was I supposed to know?”
.....“You weren’t, just- argh, I don’t know!” He shook his arm free, not able to look at Cy any more “I can’t-” He wasn’t sure what it was he couldn’t do. Cope, probably.
.....“Oh stop being such a self righteous prick. Can’t you just swallow your pride for one? Look, I like you, and from what you’ve said I think you like me, I don’t see what the problem is.”
.....“No, Cy, you don’t get to do this, you don’t get to suddenly realise after all this time. It hurts, alright? It really fucking hurts and I cant take being hurt any more. And yeah, I sound like a complete fucking pathetic idiot, but I can’t fucking deal with it, okay? I just can’t.” And with that he walked fast down the corridor before Cypress could stop him
.....“Art! For fucks sake! Where’re you going?”
.....“To kill myself, probably” He yelled back, then ran off as fast as he could before Cy could stop him.

[ryan]

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[lily]

Oi no dying! *Cy chases after Art* it‘s good but so sad ;.; can't wait to see what's going to happen x3 and your cy is great! *nom*

[scorpiusmalfoy]

Hah x3 So, I wasn't intending on writing a sequel, but having no net does stuff to my brain o.o

..... Art finally thought he might have lost Cypress. He was running full tilt down the 7th floor corridor. His idea had been to go up, then down again to shake his friend off, but as something cannoned into the side of him and pinned him to the wall, it became apparent that that plan had failed.
.....“Art you fucking bastard! What the fuck was that? Fucking kill yourself!? What the fuck is wrong with you?”
.....Art couldn’t answer, she just shook his head over and over again, tears stinging his eyes, out of breath from the run. Then he slowly, stupidly, raised his eyes to look at Cypress. The two of them stood there for what seemed like hours, though it was mere seconds, Cy holding Art’s wrists against the wall, level with his shoulders, both panting.
.....Then Cy leaned forwards and kissed him. It was amazing and terrible, all at once. Now it wasn’t just Cypresses hands pinning him to the wall, but his whole body, and Art was half grateful - his legs felt so weak he thought they might give out if Cy stepped away. It was all he’d eve wanted, his mouth opening reflexively for his best friend’s tongue, both of them moaning, as if they were finally home.
.....But Art couldn’t take it any longer.
.....“No,” He murmured into the kiss, turning his head away and forcing Cy to break it.
.....“Art, please-” But Cypress didn’t even get a chance to finish the sentence.
..... “I can’t, I can’t!” Art wailed, tears now pouring freely down his face “I love you too much.”
.....Cypress seemed floored. His eyes widened, looking at Art in almost disbelief, then something that might just be understanding.
.....“Art, mate, I- wow. I didn’t- god, you love me?”
..... Art nodded a couple of times, stood in front of the boy he was in love with, utterly broken.
.....“I don’t know what to say.” Cy still sounded like he still couldn’t quite process what he’d just heard.
.....“You don’t have to say anything.” Art managed to say, keeping his tear streaked face down turned, a sob threatening to escape his throat.
.....“I can tell you in kisses?” Art could practically hear the grin on Cypress’s face just from the way he said it, but it just made him cry harder. He shook his head. “Well, okay, not just kisses. But Art, this means-”
.....“No,” Art whispered, his voice cracking “No, I can’t-”
.....“Art!” Cypress yelled as the other boy broke free finally and ran as hard as he could down the corridor. This time he went straight to the Ravenclaw common room, not even bothering to zigzag. As soon as the door was shut behind him he was running for one of the smallest of the armchairs, which he dragged bodily back over to the door, wedging it under the inside handle. He always told Cypress the password, and this wasn’t the first time he’d regretted doing that, though it was the worst, and if he had anything to do with it, the last.
.....Once he was sure that the chair would hold, he sprinted to the 6th year boys dormitories, and as expected, a quick look in the draws of Kawakaze’s bedside table produced a little pair of scissors. For once, Art was thankful for the guy’s ridiculous obsession wit his hair.
.....With a sudden bout of solemnity, Art headed for the boy’s showers, not even undressing as he stepped under the cold spray that turned on as soon as he turned the tap. Shivering, he pushed up the sleeve of his robe and took the scissors brutally to his arm, seven horizontal slashes across his left wrist. He’d intended to do the both, but even after just that he was feeling light headed. The scissors dropped from his hand, and he heard the clatter they made as they hit the wet tiles as if distantly, from a dream. And then he didn’t hear anything at all.

Aaaand it got even more depressing than the last one!

[lily]

;.; YOU KILLED HIM?! *pokes* This'd better not happen in the RP! *glares slightly* *goes in corner and sniffles*

[scorpiusmalfoy]

In a good way?

Well, no, reading that, It's not really a good way at all XD

Well, kinda.

Aaand it was ambiguous! He might still be okay! maybe!

*innocent*?

=3

[Jessica Espin]

awwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!! it is actually pretty depressing.................but good. Who said depressing isn't goood???