A Living Nightmare.

Sep 16, 2007 01:57

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, ( Read more... )

teddy, hpsws sl, fic

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pinkhairedauror September 16 2007, 10:46:45 UTC
She has talked with her mother... and it hasn't decreased the guilt, or the numbness, at all. It was a sharing, of sorts, though. Understanding. She now knows what her mother has gone through, time and again, when she herself has been in action. Though I was never actually captured. That doesn't make any difference... the understanding of her mother is humbling.

She walks in through the entrance, to go back to... she can't go back to the 'security' of their quarters, because the security of Hogwarts has been betrayed.

And the first thing she sees are Remus' eyes, flashing at her from the darkness.

In a way, she is afraid to meet those eyes, but they are what greets her on entering the castle, and they startle words out of the tearless blankness.

"It should have been me. He had me helpless. I'd rather it were me there, instead of Teddy."

The words seem to echo, as hollow as she feels, in the large space, seemingly empty but for them.

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pinkhairedauror September 17 2007, 00:46:23 UTC
She understands, so very well. It's her turn to lift his chin up a little, so he looks at her. "I love you for the hopes you're keeping up, ever. I ..." The little bubble of energy pops and she just holds on to him. "Please, may I stay with you?"

I need your arms around me like never before.

ooc: Umgh. The way he phrased it, Tonks just couldn't stay off.
*hugs* Have a good time. I should get around to sleep... <333

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r_moony September 17 2007, 06:00:51 UTC
His arms wrap around her as soon as she holds onto him, and he nods slightly.

"Of course, love," he murmurs into her hair. "But we will go to bed soon, too. You need to rest."

She had been hexed, after all; she needed rest. He would pick her up himself if he had to.

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pinkhairedauror September 17 2007, 06:54:09 UTC
When did 'I want your arms around me' turn into 'I need your arms around me' anyway? She reminded herself she was supposed to be the one with the bounce, the loud one, the comic relief...
And it didn't work now.
His embrace did more good than her own mental propping.

"Thank you. And... bed, whenever you are ready. Don't want to take you away. Don't want to be leave you alone."

Picking her might not be a bad idea, although she'd be far from willing to ask for it. But...

"How about... sitting down on those steps...?"

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r_moony September 17 2007, 08:17:05 UTC
With a small nod he moves with her towards the stairs, an arm looped around her protectively. Once there he sits and sits her on his lap, wanting to feel her close.

He would be home soon.

Soon, he has to be back soon.

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pinkhairedauror September 17 2007, 18:31:57 UTC
She leans against him, on him. Her stomach is still clenched, her heart is still bleeding, her body is still drained, but the warmth of him, the closeness, the care - warm her up and help. His breathing and his heartbeat and his hope. Her smiles are missing now, but she takes up his palm and rubs it... just to let him know she's there. Right there.

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