Credence felt disorientated. He wasn't sure where or who he was. He remembered the church falling around him, and the subway, and then... then there was confusion and uncertainty. He woke slowly, drifting between reality and smoke. He was somewhere warm. That was a surprise to start with, he was not used to being warm, but he was being held. He turned, spreading out through the nest he was in, and found himself facing the redhead man who had spoken to him.
"Hello." The man smiled. "I'm Newt. You remember me?"
The smoke that was Credence twisted and nodded, trying to become human. "Newt." The man told him softly. "I'm Newt. I need to talk to someone now, can you just stay here?" The voice Newt used was kind, soothing him gently. He was grateful for those careful words. He tried to nod, his smoke forming a thick layer at the bottom of the nest. He curled into the shadows at the sides.
"Thank you." The man said, climbing out from the nest, and Credence allowed himself to drift, not focusing on what was being spoken. There was a woman's voice, and her and Newt's voices faded, the two of them walking further away. Credence allowed himself to drift, away from human form.
"Credence?" Newt asked softly as he returned to him. "I know you're here. I'm glad that you survived, I was worrying about you. I saw you leave, but thank you for coming here..."
Credence swirled around the nest, playing with the small snakes that were looped around him. He slowly tried to reform, letting himself become a person. Newt was smiling at him as he appeared.
"You need some food?" "I'm a little hungry." Credence admitted, bowing his head. "I'll get you some food." Newt walked away, returning with a bowl of porridge. Credence ate slowly, enjoying the sweet taste of it – honey was mixed in and the taste was remarkable. "Thank you." Credence whispered, not sure how to convey his gratitude.
"Would like you to stay with me for a little while?" Newt suggested. "If you would like that, I can help you. I’ll make you create a room, and teach you some magic. You can't always sleep in the nest like that."
"Thank you." Credence said softly, swallowing. "Are you sure that you don't mind?" "I don't mind." Newt grinned. "I like making new rooms."
The rest of the day passed in a flurry of activity, Newt setting up a room and perfecting it. Credence had never had so many decisions to make in his life. The room he created was delightful. There was a bed, and bookshelves. Soft cushions and blankets, and the walls changed like the sky outside, covered in stars by night and covered by clouds during the day. It was beautiful, and Credence could barely believe that this place was his own.
He was tired. At the end of the day, the two of them ate another meal. Wizard's food was incredible, better than he had ever tasted before. There were no words to thank for how much kindness Newt was showing him. Newt said goodnight to him, and left - telling Credence to contact him if he needed anything at all.
He curled up in his bed, letting himself sleep. He woke up a few hours later, worried about what was going to happen next, if the other wizards were going to kill him. He needed to talk to Newt. His heart was racing. He was scared and sickened, and cautiously he climbed from his soft bed, walking bare foot across the room.
He stepped out into the main body of the case, looking around from side to side to see who was there. The creatures lay in repose, artificial starlight filling the ceiling of the case. It was bright enough for Credence to see where he was walking, and he returned to Newt's shed, expecting to find the magizoologist curled up within it. But Newt was absent.
Credence hesitated, looking around, and then cautiously headed back towards where his room had been created. It was a kindness, one greater than anything he could have expected. Yet not being able to find Newt disturbed him a little. He was surrounded by strange creatures, and Newt’s absence worried him.
He slowly looked around, careful not to get too close to anything that was dangerous. Then his eye got drawn to Newt. Newt was curled up on the hill surrounded by Mooncalves. Cautiously, Credence approached, the mooncalves bouncing as he approached.
Newt looked up. "Hello Credence?" He yawned. "Couldn't you sleep?" "I... just wanted to check you were alright." "I'm fine." Newt agreed. "But you can lay down if that would be easier. I know it can be scary sometimes."
"Thank you." Credence laid down, and Newt smiled and fell asleep again. Credence sat up, reaching out to pet one of the nearest mooncalves, which jumped around happily. Just for tonight, he allowed himself to sleep near the creatures, let them guard him. He could see why Newt was here.
Fill: Newt's Habitat (4/6)
"Hello." The man smiled. "I'm Newt. You remember me?"
The smoke that was Credence twisted and nodded, trying to become human.
"Newt." The man told him softly. "I'm Newt. I need to talk to someone now, can you just stay here?" The voice Newt used was kind, soothing him gently. He was grateful for those careful words. He tried to nod, his smoke forming a thick layer at the bottom of the nest. He curled into the shadows at the sides.
"Thank you." The man said, climbing out from the nest, and Credence allowed himself to drift, not focusing on what was being spoken. There was a woman's voice, and her and Newt's voices faded, the two of them walking further away. Credence allowed himself to drift, away from human form.
"Credence?" Newt asked softly as he returned to him. "I know you're here. I'm glad that you survived, I was worrying about you. I saw you leave, but thank you for coming here..."
Credence swirled around the nest, playing with the small snakes that were looped around him. He slowly tried to reform, letting himself become a person. Newt was smiling at him as he appeared.
"You need some food?"
"I'm a little hungry." Credence admitted, bowing his head.
"I'll get you some food." Newt walked away, returning with a bowl of porridge. Credence ate slowly, enjoying the sweet taste of it – honey was mixed in and the taste was remarkable.
"Thank you." Credence whispered, not sure how to convey his gratitude.
"Would like you to stay with me for a little while?" Newt suggested. "If you would like that, I can help you. I’ll make you create a room, and teach you some magic. You can't always sleep in the nest like that."
"Thank you." Credence said softly, swallowing. "Are you sure that you don't mind?"
"I don't mind." Newt grinned. "I like making new rooms."
The rest of the day passed in a flurry of activity, Newt setting up a room and perfecting it. Credence had never had so many decisions to make in his life. The room he created was delightful. There was a bed, and bookshelves. Soft cushions and blankets, and the walls changed like the sky outside, covered in stars by night and covered by clouds during the day. It was beautiful, and Credence could barely believe that this place was his own.
He was tired. At the end of the day, the two of them ate another meal. Wizard's food was incredible, better than he had ever tasted before. There were no words to thank for how much kindness Newt was showing him. Newt said goodnight to him, and left - telling Credence to contact him if he needed anything at all.
He curled up in his bed, letting himself sleep. He woke up a few hours later, worried about what was going to happen next, if the other wizards were going to kill him. He needed to talk to Newt. His heart was racing. He was scared and sickened, and cautiously he climbed from his soft bed, walking bare foot across the room.
He stepped out into the main body of the case, looking around from side to side to see who was there. The creatures lay in repose, artificial starlight filling the ceiling of the case. It was bright enough for Credence to see where he was walking, and he returned to Newt's shed, expecting to find the magizoologist curled up within it. But Newt was absent.
Credence hesitated, looking around, and then cautiously headed back towards where his room had been created. It was a kindness, one greater than anything he could have expected. Yet not being able to find Newt disturbed him a little. He was surrounded by strange creatures, and Newt’s absence worried him.
He slowly looked around, careful not to get too close to anything that was dangerous. Then his eye got drawn to Newt. Newt was curled up on the hill surrounded by Mooncalves. Cautiously, Credence approached, the mooncalves bouncing as he approached.
Newt looked up.
"Hello Credence?" He yawned. "Couldn't you sleep?"
"I... just wanted to check you were alright."
"I'm fine." Newt agreed. "But you can lay down if that would be easier. I know it can be scary sometimes."
"Thank you." Credence laid down, and Newt smiled and fell asleep again. Credence sat up, reaching out to pet one of the nearest mooncalves, which jumped around happily. Just for tonight, he allowed himself to sleep near the creatures, let them guard him. He could see why Newt was here.