REMUS/SIRIUS LOVE POST
HAI GAIS. Okay, so yeats and I are having a fucking amazingface, pathetichead conversation right now that could have happened about 5 years ago, back when Remus/Sirius fandom was experiencing a bit of a "heyday", and everything was still relatively hunky-dory, and like, stuff was still REALLY ANGSTY AND SHIT but at least NOBODY WAS DEAD OR STRAIGHT YET
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And now, with the house so empty, perhaps, he thinks, it seems he shouldn’t have. This empty yawing house, with the windows all left open to air out the stench of a withering family, and all the things removed in the name of inheritance and vindictive retribution and general housekeeping (and not a piece of drapery to be found - he supposed that was Molly). The whole house swinging in the breeze, with wide, skittering floorboards and corridors that felt like the whole world was in them, and staircases that seemed to climb into the morning sky, and there were these two unmovable anchors - the portrait and the mirror - holding reality down. Oh, thy family and thyself, he thinks (because most of his thinking, these weeks, is towards the direction of Sirius Black), and he touches the cold glass. The two things you hated most. And still resisting death.
And as he turns to go, he is sure he is imagining the flicker of life in the corner - where his own reflection must have caught the warp. He is sure he is imagining how he feels another life, pressing back against his own, fingerpad to fingerpad, across the barrier.
Isn't it amazing though to see the variety that you geniuses came up with for the same photo and characters?
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OMG, and isn't it though? I mean, THAT'S WHY I LOVE YOU GUYS.
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