Lachlan had never been interested in Valentine's Day, but this year he was especially opposed to its festvities. It had been less than a month since he'd seen Fallon, had one last row with her, and watched her leave his home for what he assumed was the last time. It was terribly depressing and he wasn't coping well—so, apparently, the logical thing for him to do was attend a love-themed party. That's what his friends thought, at least. Unsurprisingly, he'd been useless as far as socializing was concerned, instead choosing to linger around the edges of the crowd and move around in a pattern that allowed him to avoid any human contact.
He stumbled across a game a group of people seemed to be playing where boggarts were released intentionally to provide a monster of sorts for gentleman to save the ladies from, and it seemed silly and ridiculous until he got a little too close to one. He'd left the scene and headed towards the gardens, unsure of what his greatest fear was and fearful that it would be something that would be considered socially damning in front of a crowd of people.
The path to the garden was a quiet one, which was fine until he turned a corner and spotted a woman wearing a plain dress that seemed to be soaked in... blood. His face twisted in horror and he surged forward to help. "Miss...?" he asked, his voice a clear indication of his unease. Upon closer inspection she looked like she'd been torn open, which was confusing; her expression was not one of a woman who had just faced a terrible attack. He panicked, in that moment losing all his medical knowledge and wits.
This was absolutely horrifying. He felt sick.
He stumbled across a game a group of people seemed to be playing where boggarts were released intentionally to provide a monster of sorts for gentleman to save the ladies from, and it seemed silly and ridiculous until he got a little too close to one. He'd left the scene and headed towards the gardens, unsure of what his greatest fear was and fearful that it would be something that would be considered socially damning in front of a crowd of people.
The path to the garden was a quiet one, which was fine until he turned a corner and spotted a woman wearing a plain dress that seemed to be soaked in... blood. His face twisted in horror and he surged forward to help. "Miss...?" he asked, his voice a clear indication of his unease. Upon closer inspection she looked like she'd been torn open, which was confusing; her expression was not one of a woman who had just faced a terrible attack. He panicked, in that moment losing all his medical knowledge and wits.
This was absolutely horrifying. He felt sick.
— way too attractive set by mj <3 —