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This is the first (thing I remember)/Now it's the last (thing left on my mind)

Oct 14, 2010 09:06

Who: Stubby Boardman and the Lone Ranger
When: Oct. 14th, noonish
Where: The sky.
Summary: Flying lessons

( Afraid of the dark (do you hear me whisper?)/An empty heart (replaced with paranoia)/Why is this hard (do you recognize me?)/I know I'm wrong (but I can't help believin') )

sirius black, jack kelly

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atrumcanis October 14 2010, 14:10:43 UTC

Sirius favored nights, certainly. It was the preferred time for Maraudering, by full moon or black sky or any time at all. But after a time, he needed to sleep--and he enjoyed it, really, especially the sleeping in bits. That was most enjoyable of all. There were nights where he was too excitable or jittery to get much sleeping done--but he had nothing on Jack, not in that latter category.

That was to be expected, of course. When Jack had said that he had nightmares, Sirius hadn't expected what had come next. He had nightmares, after all. Everyone did. But not like these, not like Jack's. And he didn't resent going in to wake his flatmate--that was something that mates did for one another. More what he resented being unable to do a bloody thing about it besides waking him.

And after last night--after Claire's whatever that was, a bloody scarecrow and torture and being tied up and all the rest ( ... )

cowboy_newsie October 14 2010, 14:56:08 UTC

He leaned back carelessly, resting against the wall as he glanced at his roommate. He didn't try and smile back in return, too wound up for that, but he did let his lips quirk upward for a moment in acknowledgment of the humor. His fingers tapped against his leg restlessly, his shoulders tense and his jaw set, though he attempted to feign calmness as he sat there ( ... )

atrumcanis October 14 2010, 15:19:00 UTC

"If you were a completely honest man, you wouldn't be mates with me," Sirius dismissed, quirking an eyebrow. "But I'll take your word anyways, by virtue of the fact that we're mates at all. It'll merely have to do."

He set aside his textbook--it was upsidedown, no wonder he hadn't been able to focus on a single word, the few times he'd glanced down in an effort to read. The keys were in the pocket of his jacket, which was across the room on the doorknob--so Sirius hauled himself to his feet and went for it, turning his back on Jack for a moment.

A grimace twisted his face as he fumbled for the keys. Times like these were enough to remind him that Jack was someone different--not James, or Remus, or Peter. Sirius knew his flatmate fairly well, certainly, but not enough to know what to do all the time. If it were James, he'd tackle him; if it were Remus, he'd throw bits of chocolate at him; if it were Peter, he'd tease him--but none of them had half the history that Jack had, and he'd know them for nearly seven years, and the fact ( ... )

cowboy_newsie October 14 2010, 18:25:28 UTC

He grabbed the keys, pushing them into his pocket as he all but leapt to his feet. They were doing something, thank god, thank god, and even if it wasn't the bloody retribution he craved, it was something. "I'm honored," he remembered to drawl as he followed Sirius outside. A brief consideration was given and debated (get his jacket?) before it was dismissed (no, too much effort ( ... )

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