RP: Circles in the Sand
Date: 25 April 2003
Character(s): Nymphadora Tonks and Remus Lupin
Location: Twilight Tearoom
Status: Private
Summary: Tonks and Remus talk
Completion: Incomplete
Remus sat alone at a corner table in the Twilight Tearoom, slowly stirring a cup of Earl Grey tea, watching the steam twist into the nearly stagnant air. It seemed oppressive in here after he’d spent the last few weeks in the forests surrounding Annwn. He had embraced the quiet, the feeling of solitude there and it reminded him of his time during the war when he infiltrated the werewolf villages deep in the woods near the Highlands.
He took a small sip of tea, staring out into the distance over the brim of his cup. Remus was tired, more exhausted than he’d been in ages. He missed his wife, more than he would have thought but he wouldn’t ever admit it, not to her, not even to himself.
But she was the reason he was sitting here. Her owl had found him lounging on a mossy rock near a slow moving stream. He had almost chased the bird off but he had thought that it might concern their son, the only tie that bound them now. But she had just requested a meeting and he had thought about a place and time before he scribbled a note to her, then sent her owl on its way.
Remus had arrived early, mostly to adjust once more to people and the sights and smells involved with being around a crowd after the stillness of the woods. He hoped no one would recognize him because the thought of idle chatter made him cringe. After he’d left Tonks, he hadn’t spoken but a few words for the weeks after, not because of his suffering but because he had drawn into himself, a reaction to adversity that he had practiced for ages.
It seemed that after time, the bitterness and anger had turned to self-reflection and he could see the mistakes he’d made. The inaction and indecision he’d shown had put their relationship in a position to fail. On the other hand, it had been Tonks’ actions that had finally caused them to separate and the fact that she had not only slept with but also carried the child of another man made him rage.
The thought tortured him, bringing him closer than ever to giving himself over to the wolf within. This was his burden because Remus had come to realize that it couldn’t deny that part of him any longer. He chuckled bitterly as he thought about the years he’d spent trying to become first a man, then a teacher, a hero, a husband and a father, fighting against that which had possessed him long before these stages of life had come to pass. Remus had spent his life running from what he thought was his shame but in the end, maybe he’d been missing part of himself the entire time.
That was something he needed to explore and that was what kept him going when he felt that heavy handed sadness that permeated his life now that he was alone again. He missed Sirius and James and thought about contacting them but he wondered how he could given how his own wife had left him to be with another man. Remus shook his head and let out an acrid snort. “Not a man. A supposed god.” He finished his tea and set down his cup upon his saucer, looking toward the door to watch for the woman he once called his wife, enter the tearoom.
Character(s): Nymphadora Tonks and Remus Lupin
Location: Twilight Tearoom
Status: Private
Summary: Tonks and Remus talk
Completion: Incomplete
Remus sat alone at a corner table in the Twilight Tearoom, slowly stirring a cup of Earl Grey tea, watching the steam twist into the nearly stagnant air. It seemed oppressive in here after he’d spent the last few weeks in the forests surrounding Annwn. He had embraced the quiet, the feeling of solitude there and it reminded him of his time during the war when he infiltrated the werewolf villages deep in the woods near the Highlands.
He took a small sip of tea, staring out into the distance over the brim of his cup. Remus was tired, more exhausted than he’d been in ages. He missed his wife, more than he would have thought but he wouldn’t ever admit it, not to her, not even to himself.
But she was the reason he was sitting here. Her owl had found him lounging on a mossy rock near a slow moving stream. He had almost chased the bird off but he had thought that it might concern their son, the only tie that bound them now. But she had just requested a meeting and he had thought about a place and time before he scribbled a note to her, then sent her owl on its way.
Remus had arrived early, mostly to adjust once more to people and the sights and smells involved with being around a crowd after the stillness of the woods. He hoped no one would recognize him because the thought of idle chatter made him cringe. After he’d left Tonks, he hadn’t spoken but a few words for the weeks after, not because of his suffering but because he had drawn into himself, a reaction to adversity that he had practiced for ages.
It seemed that after time, the bitterness and anger had turned to self-reflection and he could see the mistakes he’d made. The inaction and indecision he’d shown had put their relationship in a position to fail. On the other hand, it had been Tonks’ actions that had finally caused them to separate and the fact that she had not only slept with but also carried the child of another man made him rage.
The thought tortured him, bringing him closer than ever to giving himself over to the wolf within. This was his burden because Remus had come to realize that it couldn’t deny that part of him any longer. He chuckled bitterly as he thought about the years he’d spent trying to become first a man, then a teacher, a hero, a husband and a father, fighting against that which had possessed him long before these stages of life had come to pass. Remus had spent his life running from what he thought was his shame but in the end, maybe he’d been missing part of himself the entire time.
That was something he needed to explore and that was what kept him going when he felt that heavy handed sadness that permeated his life now that he was alone again. He missed Sirius and James and thought about contacting them but he wondered how he could given how his own wife had left him to be with another man. Remus shook his head and let out an acrid snort. “Not a man. A supposed god.” He finished his tea and set down his cup upon his saucer, looking toward the door to watch for the woman he once called his wife, enter the tearoom.