Pauses
This is sort of an extension of "Emotional Scar", but not. Dunno. Seemed like something needed said. And nothing says more than the hollow dead air of an international call.
“Hello?”
“You’re there.” His voice cracked slightly and he cleared his throat. “You’re there.”
“Who is…Ripper?”
“Giles now.”
“Giles. It suits you.”
“You gave me this number ages ago. I didn’t know if you’d be…if it would work.”
“It surprised me. It doesn’t ring much.”
“You’re in London then?”
“Close to.”
“Not in…I…” He sighed. “Christ, I’m cocking this up, aren’t I?” He laughed weakly. “I thought you might be in California.”
“Why on earth would I be…”
“Right.”
“I didn’t mean…”
“We’ve been over for quite some time, Remus. It’s not as if I was expecting you to pop round and pay a visit or something. I just happen to have a problem. And I was…worried.”
“A problem?”
“Werewolf.”
“Ah.”
“How are you?”
“Better than the last time I saw you. Worse.”
“You could come out to California. You might like it. Sun. Sea. Heat. Vampires. Demons.” His voice grew more questioning with every word. “Hellmouth?”
“You make it sound attractive.” He inhaled, held his breath. “How are you?”
“Surviving.”
“And you’ve someone new in your life?”
“No.” His voice cracked again. “No.” There was a long pause, stretching along the length of the miles between them. “I should go.”
“Yes. As should I. Be well, Rupert.”
“You too, Remus.” He hung up the phone, hung his head. “You too.”
Much too similar to musesfool's "exes", but it needed out of my head. Now, back to Remus and Sirius naughtiness.
“Hello?”
“You’re there.” His voice cracked slightly and he cleared his throat. “You’re there.”
“Who is…Ripper?”
“Giles now.”
“Giles. It suits you.”
“You gave me this number ages ago. I didn’t know if you’d be…if it would work.”
“It surprised me. It doesn’t ring much.”
“You’re in London then?”
“Close to.”
“Not in…I…” He sighed. “Christ, I’m cocking this up, aren’t I?” He laughed weakly. “I thought you might be in California.”
“Why on earth would I be…”
“Right.”
“I didn’t mean…”
“We’ve been over for quite some time, Remus. It’s not as if I was expecting you to pop round and pay a visit or something. I just happen to have a problem. And I was…worried.”
“A problem?”
“Werewolf.”
“Ah.”
“How are you?”
“Better than the last time I saw you. Worse.”
“You could come out to California. You might like it. Sun. Sea. Heat. Vampires. Demons.” His voice grew more questioning with every word. “Hellmouth?”
“You make it sound attractive.” He inhaled, held his breath. “How are you?”
“Surviving.”
“And you’ve someone new in your life?”
“No.” His voice cracked again. “No.” There was a long pause, stretching along the length of the miles between them. “I should go.”
“Yes. As should I. Be well, Rupert.”
“You too, Remus.” He hung up the phone, hung his head. “You too.”
Much too similar to musesfool's "exes", but it needed out of my head. Now, back to Remus and Sirius naughtiness.