#poor dhani

[tommyheavyshield]

The fact that they all were lined up blindfolded and with earplugs was Ivy’s perfect cover.  It was a way for her to stretch her muscles without anyone seeing her face, a way to be discreet and really induce some fear, with minimal repercussions.  It had been quite a long time since she really let all her powers loose, and this was the perfect playground.  One simple touch was all that was needed.  

It was like window-shopping down the quad.  Anyone with blindfolds off were ones she kept her distance from, keeping herself hidden behind other masters or even those poor souls chained up in public.  Finally she found her mark, keeping herself quiet in her flat Converse shoes, and realizing - she was pretty hungry.  Sizing up her next victim, she raised her hand so quickly to backhand them across their cheek.  Establishing touch immediately, and no doubt a shock to the senses.

Tommy’s thoughts weren’t really focused on the punishment. Or at least not on what would happen to himself. Life with Lucas had made him think that pain was good and he felt he knew it intimately and liked it. Loved it even. So his thoughts were drawn to his Master, hoping he would do him proud no matter what happened. And even more so his thoughts were drawn to Dhani. Was his friend alright? Was he safe? He tried to listen to see if he could hear him. Whatever he’d thought about his tolerance to pain went out the window as soon as the slap came. He was knocked hard sideways without any kind of warning. How had he not heard the master approaching? And more still... how had they caused so much searing, frightening pain with just one touch. Suddenly the blindfold was terrifying. He did his best to sit up again and behave the way Master Lucas would want him to behave, but there was a tremor running through his bound hands. 

@blood-redivy

[dhanilyman]

@skyler-campbell

Skyler was looking for a book. She didn’t know what book just as of yet, and she had been lost in it, when she rounded the corner and spotted Dhani scolding two naked beings that were definitely not reading in the section. She pressed her lips together, and she tried, she tried hard not to laugh, but she couldn’t help it. The giggles began to erupt from her lips.

“I’m sorry,” she said, shaking her head. “I’m sorry. I know this isn’t funny, but…” She shook her head and as the others began to get more active in their sexual acts, as if being passive aggressive, she rolled her eyes.

“Oh, come on, now,” she said. “That’s just mean. Some of us are here to actually find a book,” she said. She shook her head a little bit. “Now, go on. Wrap it up.” She paused. “Poor choice of words. Just shoo. Shoo.” She looked to Dhani. “I won’t say I’m innocent in this department, but I get it now…” she said.

The others didn’t show any signs of stopping, and she wrinkled her nose a little bit. “Do you have a spray bottle or something? Like for cats?” she laughed. “I’m sorry, I just…don’t think they’re stopping anytime soon.”

She bit her lip a little bit, and ducked her head.

“Does this happen a lot?”

...

The guy flipped Dhani the finger, but took his partner and left the section, casting a dirty but harmless look at the pair of them, mostly Skyler for backing Dhani up. Dhani shook his head, “Not into people watching, huh?”

Dhani turned his attention back to Skyler, picking up the books he’d been sorting, and moved into the formerly taken up section before putting them away. “I mean... enough to make a sign. For people to ignore. Spray bottle just chances getting the books wet. I’m a bad shot. It’s just... I mean look I don’t kiss and tell but people just get messy. When me and Daisy fool around in here, we don’t leave a mess.”

[daisyxlynch]

@mrethanvaldez:

"Generally speaking, at least when you're the one that's brightening it up," Ethan quipped as he neared the garden Daisy was wandering in. Dressed in a pair of tan slacks with white button up shirt, half unbuttoned in the warm sun, Ethan looked far too dressed up as usual for an Island resident. Sunglasses adorning his nose, a bit of light stubble clinging to his chin.

"Sorry to barge in, but saw this beautiful woman just standing in a garden and thought, I need to make sure to brighten my day and seeing her smile always helps. Whatchya gardening, love?"

He did note the small smile, and the half hearted wave, "Or am I wrong and it's on me to be brightening YOUR day for once?"

Daisy's russet head jerked up at the sound of that familiar voice. Typically it brought her nothing but joy and a wide smile. And even though it still made her happy, her emotional state at the moment caused a reaction that likely scared the pants off the poor man. Bursting into tears, she jumped up and launched herself at her dear friend, burying her face in his chest as she sobbed.

"I'm s..sorry! I'm just so happy to s..see you." The witch sputtered, hands gripping his shirt as she held on for dear life. Daisy took a deep breath and tried to calm herself, least Ethan became too umcomfortable and bolted.

"Sorry. I'm okay, really" Daisy assured him as she pulled back enough to give him his space while still keeping contact. "Dhani left. And Dakota too." She explained in a whisper, knowing she didn't need to say more than that.

@mrethanvaldez

[nityarawal]

9-9-2023

Make Peace

Not War

Kimmy (AKA Kim Kardashian (West) re: Armenia VS Azizis)

Morning Songs

Make Peace

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Kimmy

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For More

Make Peace

Not War

Ask Presidents

To Be Different

Kind Of Lawyers

Make Peace

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Azizis

Armenia

Like The Gita

Warriors

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Azizis

Like King

Reza

'Cyrus The Great'

Best Military 

Make Peace

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Share

Mamma

Parenting 101

Why You Always 

So Quiet

So Pretty

No Voice

Youngest 

Sweetest

Kardashian

Muse

Mamma

Of My Heart

Why You Always

So Quiet

Letting Tabloids

AI

Tell Your Stories

Mrs Civil

Activist

News Shows Say 

What They Want

To About You

Kidnapping

Silent

Gagged

Conservatorships

Probate Dolls

Of Gluttony

Surgically

Enhanced

For Him

Not Me

Big Lips - Pleas

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Rolling Stones

Article

Syndicated

Online

Unread

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Can't Afford

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Lemons

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Shadowbanned

On Twitter

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Smeared

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On Real Estate

Probate Ponzi

Schemes

I Wanted To See

Josh Radnor's

Shows On T.V

But Too Poor

On Government Stipend

And Wrongfully

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Swift

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Whose The Fairy

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Tonight

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Drop The ROs

From Your Dad's

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(Americano Ethnicity in Nutshell: Born in Chicago:

Vedic French Italiano- Azizi- Persian Sufi Kings Taster- Scottish Buddha.) 

[priyankapanwar]

#GodKabir_Met_SantGaribdasJi

Parmeshwar Kabir Saheb Ji is introducing Himself by telling Saint Garibdas Ji that I am the Supreme God.

We are Alakh Allah, Qutub Gos and Pir.

Poor slave Khalik Dhani, our name is Kabir.

4 Days Left For Bodh Diwas

[pmak2002]

Oh my heart ❤️😭🥺

"In a way, [Dhani] Harrison’s ultimate test for the album’s success was the sob factor: He says the first time he played the remix of the opening song, 'I’d Have You Anytime,' he lost it. 'I just cried,' he says. 'My mum heard it and she cried. We thought, "OK, this is doing the job." Someone like me, I’m impervious to hearing my dad’s music; I’ve heard it so many times. I have to hear it in business situations and I can’t be sitting there crying every time. But this time I couldn’t prevent it. It was very emotional.'"

- David Browne, Massive George Harrison ‘All Things Must Pass’: Inside New Reissue

[muldoon85]

I present to you all, George and his ukuleles on the move!

[dhanilyman]

Text: Pick a couch in the lounge, strip, lay ass up and beg for whatever cock comes your way. Be polite, use master and sir, always. When spoken to, all you should say is 'please'.

It could have been worse. There was no demand for sex to actually happen this time. Just humiliation and ...Still it brought back memories of Warren. Taking him in the lounge the first time where anyone could have, and did, walk in on them. And left because Dhani was bleeding and Warren was vicious and threatening to hurt Dhani more if they interfered. He couldn’t say no, then. And not now.

Dhani made his way to the lounge and took off his briefs and shoes. He took a deep breath and laid on one of the couches. He looked at the text again and realized it didn’t even have to be a master. He grabbed a pillow and hugged it close, but he didn’t have to wait for long. The spell knew before he did, before he even saw who it was, but his voice shook all the same.

“Please, sir, I need your cock.”

[cinemaglow]

the George Harrison tribute concert from 2002 was on PBS tonight and it fucked me UP I’m legit sobbing right now I’m so sad

[jomiddlemarch]

#although it may be bc i have been watching a lot of Leverage but when the plan was revealed#to be ‘essentially just threaten people with blasters and yelling’#‘and also those people you have to threaten AND get to carry things are also heavily-armed’#i was like oh you mean you’re all going to DIE die gotcha#who structures a heist around the threat of force?#amateur hour honestly

May The Eye stay open long enough to find some good within you. ANDOR — 1.06 ‘The Eye’

[beatles-slash-fiction]

Hello! I absolutely ADORE your writing! I was hoping you could maybe write some starrison domestic fluff with Dhani being a total mummy's boy and really clinging to George? I just love Geo as a mum!

Ringo glances nervously at the clock. It’s nearly half seven.

His gaze shifts to the other end of the sofa, where Dhani is cuddled up to George, peacefully watching whatever cartoon film they’ve had on the telly for the last hour or so. If the last few nights have been anything to go by, this isn’t going to go well.

“Okay, Dhani,” Ringo says as the credits roll. “Time for bed.”

The toddler’s face pales, and he immediately clings to George.

They’re not quite sure what’s brought this behaviour on, but Dhani’s been doing this for a while now. He’s always been particularly drawn to George, but lately he’s been very clingy. He spends nearly all day following George around, and when it’s his bedtime, he refuses to be parted from his mother.

The poor kid cries and cries if George leaves him, and the last few nights they’ve had to have Dhani in their bed to calm him down.

Tonight is another one of those nights. Both Dhani and his teddy bear join them tonight, and once he’s cuddled up to George again, he’s soon sleeping happily.

“I’m starting to get worried,” George says quietly, stroking his son’s hair. “I don’t know why he’s being like this.”

“It’s probably just a phase,” Ringo says.

He’s not particularly worried; he thinks the clinginess really is a phase, but he is sad that Dhani already has a favourite at such a young age.

Ringo loves that George is so adored by their son, but he wonders if he’ll ever have that kind of closeness with Dhani.

[daisyxlynch]

xscottlandenbergx​:

Years had passed, but here he was, standing in front of a mirror at his suite. He missed his former house already but he’d make sure he’d get that back eventually. While he was pulling up the zipper of his leather jacket, he looked at himself. “Don’t fuss now, we’re gonna have some fun! It’s like they organized a welcome back party for us, Scotty.  No one knows we’re here again, but that will soon change…” The vampire said lowly to his reflection as he lifted the mask up to his face, the bright blue eyes shining through the holes while he secured it at the back of his head.

“By the way, that sweet letter you wrote? I never sent it to her so she doesn’t know either. After all this time there should be a lot of fresh meat to enjoy anyway… Could still drain her though, so keep your cool in there, ok?” A grin spread on his lips as he adjusted the mask to sit perfectly on his face. It was time to enjoy being back, as that was one thing he was sure of, fun was to be had while ignoring the protests that were going on in his mind. A new beginning, a new start, but then again, no one could know for sure what would happen.

A look out the window was a little disappointing, people and especially slaves seemed so comfortable these days. Weird, but that could change, he was sure. After one last mirror check, he left the suite to head to the ball. Upon arriving he took his time to look around, take in the various scents around of which some were extremely familiar. Grabbing a glass of scotch from a tray that passed by and a glass of champagne to take with him, he moved among the crowd. “You look thirsty.” He said to whoever was standing near, holding out the champagne. The night had officially begun.

Daisy was clearly in her element. It had been so very long since there had been a formal dance like this on the island, and she was enjoying every second of it. Flitting about like the fairy she was dressed as, she had insisted on dancing until poor Dhani was likely ready to drop and Lily and Cherry almost could no longer keep up. Eventually she had to release them though and did so with obvious reluctance. Dhani taking a well-deserved break while Lily went off to meet Alfie and Cherry took up her serving duties. Left to her own devices, the red-haired witch took a glass of champagne punch and looked around for someone else to dance with.

Soon a voice sounded at her ear, Daisy turning with a giggle. Perhaps already a little tipsy from the strawberry daiquiri Dhani had gotten her not long ago. “Well, I already have a drink but it is a party after all!” She reached for the offered glass, pale eyes rising to meet the gaze of the man. It was then that the world seemed to stop, all of the air leaving the room. He was masked, like everyone else, but there was no mistaking that voice... 

Both glasses left shaking hands, landing on the polished floor with a crash. Was this a trick? A joke, or a spell? Unable to speak Daisy simply stared, as if waiting for what was surely a hallucination to evaporate like a breath.

@xscottlandenbergx​

[lick-me-lennon22]

George caring for a sick Dhani 💜

(thank you to @pmak2002 for this request!! it was supposed to be just a blurb but I did a little research beforehand and it ended up pretty much becoming a whole fic 😅 oops... either way, I hope you enjoy this one! 💕)

When Dhani wakes up for school on Monday morning, he immediately knows something his wrong. His throat is sore, his nose is runny, and his muscles ache like nothing he's felt before. He painstakingly drags himself out of bed, clutching the sheet around him, and heads straight to his parents' bedroom where he finds his mum Olivia still in bed. Dhani notices that the bathroom door is cracked open and cautiously steps inside to find his father, George, brushing his teeth. "Dad..?" he says quietly, voice hoarse. George startles, turning around to see Dhani in his unfortunate state and spits his mouthful of toothpaste into the sink, letting the water wash it down the drain before turning the tap off. "What is it, my boy? You sound bloody awful..," he gently presses the back of his hand to Dhani's forehead to assess his temperature. "You seem to be running quite the fever, son- let's get you to the doctor, all right? Just let me finish up in here and I'll be right out to take ye" George says. Dhani nods weakly, coughing into his elbow, and shuffles out of the room. George jumps into action- he swishes and spits some mouthwash, changes out of his sleepwear into a button-up and jeans, and sprints to the car, his son following close behind him and hopping into the passenger's seat.

 

"This is ridiculous.." George mutters under his breath as he walks his son out of the clinic and gets into the driver's seat of his car. They had been able to see the doctor almost instantly upon arriving; he had taken some swabs, run a few tests, and determined that Dhani had contracted the flu: "He probably picked it up from school," the doc had said. When George had requested a prescription of some kind to alleviate his son's symptoms, the doctor simply shook his head: "I'm afraid there isn't much we can do for him. The flu's been going around at many schools, I've seen a lot of children this past week with the same complaints. As it stands, all I can tell you is to give him some over-the-counter medicine, bring him some saltwater to gargle for that sore throat, and be sure he gets plenty of fluids and bedrest." George tried to argue, stating that there must be something he can do to cure Dhani of his illness sooner- but as the doc's hands were tied and George didn't want to subject his son to more stress, he took Dhani by the hand and led him out of the office, through the lobby, and back to the car. "Alright, my boy," George sighs- "seeing that the doctor was no help whatsoever, we're headed straight to the drugstore for anything that'll help you feel better. Sound good?"

"Yeah Dad, sounds good" Dhani croaks out and smiles weakly, glad just to spend some time with his father. Being a famous musician and all, George isnt able to spend as much time with his son as he'd like to, a lot of it consumed by work and media-related endeavors. Dhani admired his Dad more than anyone else in his life and though they rarely got the chance to hang out nowadays, they were practically best friends and had formed a close bond throughout his childhood. George was always a fun parent, bringing his son along to festivals and such ("Don't tell yer mum," he'd say with a grin), and sticking up for Dhani to authority figures and even other kids at his school- he was fiercely protective of his boy. However, he was also a gentle parent who allowed Dhani the chance to explore and express himself, and had fostered a mutual respect between the two of them since his son was but a toddler.

"I'm pulling you from school for the whole week" "But what if I'm- *cough*- all better before then?" "Just in case, Dhani- it's not like you really need them and their indoctrination, anyway.." George grumbles, never having been a fan of traditional schools or their teachings. Dhani however has always cared about his grades and paid close attention to the lessons he's been taught, in spite of what his father thinks. "...Okay, Dad" he says meekly, wanting to protest but unwilling to sacrifice more quality time with his famous father. George pulls into the parking lot of the nearest drugstore and marches in, intent on gathering all the supplies his sick boy could need: tissues, lozenges, cough syrup, pain medication, ice packs, and even more tissues- 'just in case.' He makes his way to the checkout, queuing up, paying for the items and hauling his bags back to the car. He drives Dhani home as quickly as possible, carrying him to bed and tucking him in before calling and cancelling any studio time, interviews, or collaborations he'd previously planned. There's only one committment he can't cancel- dinner with Paul tonight for the first time in ages. George sets his son up with all of the remedies he'd bought and tells his wife Olivia everything about the situation, including the "unhelpful and useless" doctor they had gone to see. She of course agrees to care for Dhani, sending her husband on his way to dinner with one of his long-time best friends.

 

The following day George rises just before noon, having stayed up late to pal around with Macca. He runs the few errands on his agenda, including grabbing his family some lunch, and pulls into his driveway back home where he spots the vehicle of none other than Richard Starkey parked outside. He makes his way to his son's room to discover that Uncle Ringo had come to visit the sick young lad (having found out from Paul that Dhani had come down with a bad case of the flu), joking and cheering him up to distract him from his poor state. The two close friends chat for some time in the living room before Ritchie departs, Olivia checking up on Dhani in the meantime. George thanks his wife and dismisses her from her nurse duties, taking on the responsibility himself. He tiptoes to his son's bedroom cautiously and enterd to see that he's been tucked in, the ice pack George had picked up from the store the previous day resting on his forehead, half-lidded eyes trained onto the telly. "Dhani..?" "Oh- *cough*- hey, Dad"

George approaches the bed and sits down carefully, holding a paper bag out to Dhani. "I brought you a burrito- your favorite," he grins down at his son, who takes the bag: "Really? *cough*- Thanks Dad, you're the best!" he says, hands emerging from the blankets to tear into the treat. George stays sat on the bed, determined to spend time with his sick boy and make sure he knows how loved he is. Glancing around the room at the piano and guitars he's bought and played with Dhani, then back to the young man, Ringo's words from earlier echo in his mind: "He's growing up into such a wonderful lad. He's just like you, ye know- good looks and all."

Olivia had always said they were very alike, but he'd usually dismissed the observation... until now. George couldn't help but realize that they were right- though he was but eleven years old Dhani was already becoming a very talented and creative musician, having learned much about music from his dad. He'd certainly taken after his Beatle father in that regard, and they were in fact very similar- not to mention their near identical looks. Sharing his Dad with the world had been difficult and a bit isolating for Dhani despite his many school mates. He admired and looked up to George from a very young age, always striving to be just like him. As Dhani grew up before George's eyes, he became more and more like his father by the day and George was immensely proud.

His train of thought was broken suddenly when Dhani finished the burrito, crumpling the paper bag and tossing it into the bin. He landed the throw, earning a hearty laugh and a high five from his father. He closed his eyes and laid back, George stroking his hair gently, the two of them cherishing this moment of father-son love. "Are you gettin' sleepy, Dhani?" he asked tenderly- his son nodded in response, already drowsy despite the brightness of the late afternoon sun. "Tell you what- I'll play you a lullaby, that way you can rest easier and know that I'm here beside you." "Dad," Dhani chuckled, "aren't I a little too old for that?" he lied, secretly longing for the affectionate gesture. George grabbed his son's acoustic guitar from its stand and begin to tune it: "You're never too old for yer old man's love and attention, eh? Now you just relax, close your eyes, and rest." Dhani didn't protest any further, heeding his father's instructions with a soft smile on his face. With that, George began to play- he chose "Here Comes The Sun," fingers strumming the strings gently and with care, dedicating the sweet words to his beloved son. By the time he was finished Dhani was fast asleep- grin faltering as he drifted off, but still visible on his lips. George placed the guitar back on the stand gently, taking care not to wake the sleeping lad. He smiled to himself, tears welling in his eyes as he turned to admire his son's peaceful face. "I love you, my boy," he whispered, placing a gentle kiss on Dhani's forehead before tip-toeing out of the room and shutting the door cautiously. Back pressed against the wooden door, George let his eyelids fall shut and sighed: "Sweet dreams, Dhani." ♡

[pmak2002]

FACTS IM

I love how with anyone else George doesn’t rub his fame in their face, but as soon as Dhani came along he was like:

 “uh, well I was in the beatles, nerd.”

“Oh 23, well when I was 23 I made sgt peppers,”

“Nine? When I was your age I was ten,” 

[pmak2002]

Dhani Harrison’s account of the Attack on his mom and dad. December 30th 1999

Dhani’s account of George’s stabbing in 1999:

MY FIGHT TO KEEP DAD ALIVE

EXCLUSIVE: BEATLE’S SON DHANI HARRISON’S STORY IN HIS OWN WORDS

The devoted son of Beatle George Harrison has revealed for the first time how he held his blood-soaked father in his arms – and pleaded with him not to die. Desperate Dhani Harrison battled to save the critically-injured rock legend moments after he was stabbed by maniac Michael Abram.

In a horrifically vivid account of his nightmare, Dhani, 22, revealed how he thought George had died four times before reaching the ambulance. And he told how he, supported his father’s body as he writhed and moaned in agony. Was drenched in George’s blood as he knelt at his side. Heard blood and air bubbling from the stab wounds in his chest. Gazed deep into his eyes as he slipped into unconsciousness begging over and over: “Stay with me Dad!”

As he waited for paramedics to arrive at the secluded Oxfordshire mansion, panic-stricken Dhani was convinced his father had died in his arms. He said:

“He was drifting, he looked even paler in the face and he was groaning and saying, `I’m going out’. He made little sense and I knew he was losing consciousness. It was about 10 to 12 minutes, although it seemed like a lifetime, before the paramedics arrived. When they did, I felt that my father had already passed away.”

Dark-haired Dhani revealed the full horror of his ordeal after George was attacked in December 1999 in a statement. His harrowing experience was not revealed at Abram’s trial last week, but after the deranged former heroin addict was sent to a mental hospital, Harrison’s family asked the Sunday People to publish Dhani’s words. The family, who believe Abram should have gone to prison, want the world to know what he put them through.

Dhani, who bears a striking resemblance to his dad, lives in a lodge on the Harrison’s 30-acre estate, Friar Park, near Henley-on-Thames, Oxon. He was fast asleep when Abram broke into the main house and attacked George with a knife – puncturing his lung and narrowly missing his heart. The ex-Beatle was saved only by the bravery of his wife Olivia who struck Abram over the head with a poker and a table lamp.

Dhani said:

“I was woken by Rachel, our housekeeper shouting, ‘Get up, get up! Something has happened.’ I have always been aware that something could happen to my parents, due to their fame and fortune. I am also aware of past circumstances involving other members of the Beatles. I got dressed immediately and I remember asking, `Are my parents OK?’ Rachel said nothing.

“At the front door I was aware of the pace of my own heart beating. As I went into the main hall my mother was lying at the bottom of the stairs. I recall one of the brass fire sets, from her bedroom, was in close proximity to her. I ran up to her and she said, ‘It’s OK, Dhani. It’s OK, honey.’ I noticed her lips and mouth were very dry and I shouted at one of the police officers, ‘Please–get her some water.’ I then asked, ‘What happened?’ She said, ‘Daddy is upstairs, he is badly hurt’ or something similar. She then said, ‘I’m OK. Go to him.’ I knew that what was upstairs was much worse. I put my hand on my mother and said repeatedly, ‘I love you.’ She replied, ‘Go!’ I began to run up the stairs. I cannot remember getting up the stairs. I was carried by adrenaline.”

“On the landing I saw two police officers kneeling over a body and a police officer standing. I was not sure then if the person on the ground was the attacker being detained or my father. I then realised it was the attacker. He looked up at me and I looked straight into his eyes. I made direct eye contact. I was immediately guided from him towards my father. I could see my father down the landing just inside the bedroom door. I went up to him, entering the bedroom and kneeling to assist him. Due to the amount of blood, which I find hard to describe, I was immediately covered in it. There were two pools of blood on the floor, blood on the walls and lots of broken glass. I saw small fragments of glass on my father’s face and around the floor. It took me some time to realise it was ruby-coloured glass and not flesh or bones. The ruby glass was the remnants of a smashed lamp base. My father said something like, ‘It’s bad Dhan, it’s bad. He stabbed me up a lot.’

“I supported him with one hand on his back and the other on his stomach. I could hear blood and air bubbling from his chest. He was moaning and trying to get into a more comfortable position, which obviously was not possible. I rendered first aid as best I could and with a bottle of water wetted his lips and tried to clean him up. I used a white towel and numerous tissues. I was trying to avoid the tissues sticking to his wounds. His head was bleeding heavily – his lips and teeth were covered in blood. He had multiple stab wounds to his chest and clearly other injuries which I could not see. He was clearly in an extremely bad way and he was in agony.”

“I recall the police officer saying we had got to find the knife. He started looking around the room. He asked for my assistance and so I helped. But after a brief look around the room I realised that I had my father there in the room at death’s door. I had said to him that I would be two seconds but the stupidity of looking for the knife rather than being at my father’s side, had dawned on me and I returned to him. I honestly believed he was going to die. He was so pale. I looked into his eyes and saw the pain. Dad kept saying, ‘Oh Dhan, oh Dhan.’ When I gave him first aid I had opened his jacket and pyjama top to inspect the wounds. At one point the police officer was trying to help my father to move. I took control of that situation. I told the police officer to leave him. I said, ‘Sit still, you must stay still.’ My whole thought process was to keep my father alive. I have experience of a collapsing lung myself. My father was still bleeding heavily and he kept closing his eyes and drifting. I kept flicking my fingers and saying loudly, `Listen to my voice.’

“I held his hand and the police officer held the other. He kept saying, ‘Open your eyes Mr. Harrison.’ He was now drifting, he looked even paler in the face, and was groaning and saying, ‘I’m going out.’ He made little sense and I knew he was losing consciousness. It seemed like a lifetime – before the paramedics arrived. When they did, I felt that my father had already passed away. When the paramedics arrived, he seemed to perk up, but drifted away again and complained of being cold. The paramedics and I lifted him into a stretcher-type chair. He was clearly in agony.”

“He lifted his head, but it made him dizzy and he said, ‘Dhani, I’m going, I’m going.’ His eyes were rolling. I could only see the whites of them and he said, ‘I love you Dhan.’ He was strapped in and covered in blankets and we manoeuvred him towards the stairs. By this time the attacker had been removed. We got to the top of the stairs and at that point my father looked at me. He said, ‘I love you Dhan.’ One of his eyes rolled back independently of the other eye. Throughout his ordeal, my father’s words were broken with coughing and spluttering. Then he said, ‘Hare Krishna’and he closed his eyes.

“At this point he drew a very strange, deep breath. His mouth puckered, he drew his cheeks in and he sucked in his bottom lip. This breath made me react immediately. I shouted, ‘Dad, you’re with me, listen to my voice. It is going to be OK. Stay with me.’ His face was contorted and he had not taken a breath for some seconds – an alarmingly long period. As I finished shouting he breathed out and opened his eyes. I have never seen another human being dead or alive – and I have seen my grandfather in his coffin – look so bad. My father was now back with us and I kept up the encouragement, hoping he would stay conscious.”

“We were nearly halfway down the stairs when he went again. I again screamed at him, ‘Dad, stay with me and listen to my voice.’ I vividly remember saying, ‘This is the worst it gets. From now on, it’s only getting better.’ ‘I want you to focus on getting better. We have hit rock bottom, it is only getting better.’ I kept repeating this so he could focus on my voice. At the bottom of the stairs it happened again and again I repeated the process and thankfully he came back. My mother was still at the bottom of the stairs with a blanket wrapped around her. She was covered in blood and had a very nasty head wound. She was saying, ‘I’m cold, I’m cold.’ She said to my father, ‘It’s OK, honey. You are going to be all right.’

“We got to an ambulance. The paramedics put my father inside and I was not allowed in while they treated him. I wanted to see him, so I pulled myself on a bumper. Gripping with my finger nails I could see my father. I did not want to let him out of my sight.”

Taken from the Beatles bible

[watfletcher]

@finncarlyle​

He had lost track of the days. Lost track of how many people he’d seen and how many outfits he’d worn. Mostly he’s just tired of being stuck in a location for so long that it almost felt like forever. Today was no better. He was dressed up in a poor Peter Pan costume - placed in one of the only place that he truly felt comfort in. Unable to look at the row of bookshelves, he had lowered himself down to the ground, eyes kept downcast. The healer that was stationed next to him was taking a short break and that also gave him a moment of peace. Letting out a shaky breath, he shifted uncomfortably in his outfit while rubbing his sweaty palms on his knees. Just when he thought he could stretch out his break, he could feel the presence of someone approaching. Lowering himself even more, he swallowed quickly and turned his head to the side. “I- Please, I just need five more minutes.”

“Oh, for what?” 

It wasn’t curious, it was dismissive. Wat flexed his hand, resisting the urge to grab the slave up by the hair. No, not this one. He recognized the boy, though he’d not met him. One of Dhani’s friends. He had spotted them walking together through the quad, recognizing the excitement in Dhani’s face talking to someone he cared about over something he cared about. He’d never hear the end of it from the boy if he decided to play rough and was tattled on. 

Wat crouched down, as it was unlikely Finn was going to stand up, or even straighten up and be a good little slave... It was late in the week and depending on what station one was in, they were starting to break down. Wat had to admit he’d been plenty rough this week. But not exceedingly so.

“What’s your name? And what will you be for me if I give you five more minutes?” Wat asked, the edge of annoyance not entirely gone from his voice. But it was a challenge.

“Pay attention to me when I’m speaking to you, slave.” A little more edge creeping in. “Eyes up.”