A Living Nightmare.

[r_moony]

Open RP, if anyone feels like taking on a slightly desperate Remus. If there's more than one person that wants to drop by to talk to him, each conversation will be treated separately. <3

------------------------------------------------------ Remus knows well enough that he should be in his room. He knows that his place right now is with his wife,

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[bigbadpadfoot]

Sirius is tired as well. Tired of people being cut down in the dark, tired of betrayal and tired of fighting in a war that they can't seem to figure out. He's just tired and it shows as he steps in through the door.

Padfoot had needed to go out for a run.

He'd been planning on just sneaking outside, but as he pads quietly down the stairs, he sees a familiar form sitting at the base of them and slows his steps.

[r_moony]

Remus turns as soon as he hears him, and he just braves a smile as best as he can when he sees it's Sirius. He feels absolutely pathetic just sitting there, doing nothing, but getting up and moving on when his son is in danger somehow seems much worse. What if he came back any minute, and he wasn't there waiting for him? It's a stupid thought, and foolish of him to think so, but it's impossible to hope for anything else at the moment.

"You know," he suddenly says in a low voice, sounding almost apologetic, "I thought I understood how you felt when Harry was taken. In a way I did, I suppose, but..."

With everyone else it was somewhat easy to hide what he was feeling. With Sirius, right now, he just can't.

"...I don't know what to do."

[bigbadpadfoot]

"I don't think anyone expects you too, either."

Sirius takes the last few steps silently and then takes a seat. "I certainly don't. Have you heard anything else?"

He wonders if Harry got in touch with Voldemort, to figure out the terms. He wonders if anyone will send something else as proof. He wonders if the next item will be something worse...

[r_moony]

"Just what Harry told us. Other than that... I don't think there has been any other news."

He takes a deep breath, trying to clear his head and regain some control of what he's feeling.

Quietly, "I still cannot believe we trusted him."

[bigbadpadfoot]

"Neither can I. We trusted him. I was ready to defend him. I know Dumbledore says he's not himself...but regardless I trusted him."

The frustration is evident in his voice.

[r_moony]

Reaches for him, to give his shoulder a squeeze.

"I know. But maybe we needed this to learn that we never should have." He pales as soon as the words come out of his mouth, because how can they 'need' this? No one ever needs this.

"Do you remember that night, when we were about to kill Peter?" It's a stupid question, and he knows this along with the answer, but he can't help but ask. "It's like it's repeating itself. We had trusted someone. That someone hurt one of ours. I want to just...kill that someone," he admits through gritted teeth.

He can barely turn to look at him; he's not sure whether to be proud or ashamed of what he's feeling.