Leaving the cream out until it sours
snuff_dog (Sirius in hp_dungeons) writes this in a letter to Harry:
I loved Luna. I truly did. But there needs to be a whole new word for what I feel for Remus. I don't think there is a word for it. A word that covers thirty long years of love and friendship and history and connection and support, and companionship and loss, and rows, and healing, and forgiving, and tears and laughter and hope and betrayal and despair and horrible distance, and reunions, and his music and my singing and his sodding books everywhere and me leaving the cream out until it sours. Of crawling through mud and blood and horror so many years ago, only to see him in the Shack again and the first thought coming to mind being, when did Moony grow that bloody stupid mustache?
Is there a word for that? There needs to be a word for that.
This is exactly why I believe in Remus/Sirius. It's so powerful to hear it from Sirius' voice; even if this is just in the context of the Dungeons RPG, I think this holds true for the larger story of the pairing.
I loved Luna. I truly did. But there needs to be a whole new word for what I feel for Remus. I don't think there is a word for it. A word that covers thirty long years of love and friendship and history and connection and support, and companionship and loss, and rows, and healing, and forgiving, and tears and laughter and hope and betrayal and despair and horrible distance, and reunions, and his music and my singing and his sodding books everywhere and me leaving the cream out until it sours. Of crawling through mud and blood and horror so many years ago, only to see him in the Shack again and the first thought coming to mind being, when did Moony grow that bloody stupid mustache?
Is there a word for that? There needs to be a word for that.
This is exactly why I believe in Remus/Sirius. It's so powerful to hear it from Sirius' voice; even if this is just in the context of the Dungeons RPG, I think this holds true for the larger story of the pairing.