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where we go
sirius/remus, g, 235 whole words
All the things he doesn't know are floating around his head like air, like breeze. He doesn't know where he misplaced his book or the intention behind his letters to Harry (he has to walk away from the desk and leave the quill dotting purple in the margins, because he doesn't know what he's trying to say). He doesn't know how he came to be the keeper of this house. He doesn't know why the walls are silent and why the portraits turn their faces to him and if this is what it means to be dead. He doesn't know where Sirius is.
Remus smiles because he can do little else.
People call him an optimist and people think he is unfeeling and people think there is something in him that cannot change. Maybe he is, and maybe there is.
All the things he knows are fluttering in his head like birdwings, disturbing air and shuffling breeze. He knows Sirius is not coming back but he knows he is not gone. He knows there is something else and it will find him too, if he wants it to, when the day comes. If he did not know this he could not feel sun he could not walk the tired grey path to this house he could not breathe. There will be something else, and it will not end this time.
The end does not exist.
sirius/remus, g, 235 whole words
All the things he doesn't know are floating around his head like air, like breeze. He doesn't know where he misplaced his book or the intention behind his letters to Harry (he has to walk away from the desk and leave the quill dotting purple in the margins, because he doesn't know what he's trying to say). He doesn't know how he came to be the keeper of this house. He doesn't know why the walls are silent and why the portraits turn their faces to him and if this is what it means to be dead. He doesn't know where Sirius is.
Remus smiles because he can do little else.
People call him an optimist and people think he is unfeeling and people think there is something in him that cannot change. Maybe he is, and maybe there is.
All the things he knows are fluttering in his head like birdwings, disturbing air and shuffling breeze. He knows Sirius is not coming back but he knows he is not gone. He knows there is something else and it will find him too, if he wants it to, when the day comes. If he did not know this he could not feel sun he could not walk the tired grey path to this house he could not breathe. There will be something else, and it will not end this time.
The end does not exist.