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[closed] // Won't you let me put my life behind me?

Dec 07, 2010 22:59

Who: Remus Lupin lumenrelegandus and Lust sonvisage
When: Just after this log.
Where: Their flat.
Format: A-actionspam.
What: Can men and women just be friends? Of course. …But when they live together and one of them's named "Lust"?
Warnings: Angst. Awkward. Seduction!Fail.

( Still my mind cannot accept that / In your grave you must remain / I hear your voice then turn and / See a stranger's form and face )

lust, -incomplete, remus lupin

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lumenrelegandus December 8 2010, 04:17:02 UTC

[Where am I?

Lupin picked the book off from over his eyes and squinted around.

Ah, yes, the library. Study. Guest room. Whatever it had been intended to be; in their allocation of rooms it had become his territory. He'd filled it.

Walls were no longer visible; bookshelves and display cases of maps and oddities took them without a struggle. A desk extended past the edge of wall into the window, casting a promontory of shadow onto the labyrinthian-patterned rug. This pooled out on all sides of the battered leather sofa-where, he should never try to read in the late-afternoon, when the sunlight hit it directly and sent him invariably to sleep.

It was quality sleep, at least. Less troubled and interrupted than what came at night.

Shifting the book face down onto his chest, he pushed himself up on one elbow and looked at her.]

Hallo.

sonvisage December 8 2010, 04:59:53 UTC

[A smile is his answer, no different from the smile he's seen her cast a hundred times before, in a hundred different directions, but this time it's trained on him. There's an undercurrent in her voice, something strained and dark and unbelievably focused as she approaches and makes room for herself on the sofa's edge. Fingers grip the curve of its arm, lift the book from his chest and discard it.]

I didn't get to thank you, by the way.

[Biting her lip. Weighing something. Smiling again.]

For the pills that you... [--searches for the correct word, it's new vocabulary, after all--] ...apparated?

[Reaching down to arrange his collar. Straightening out a wrinkle in the fabric. It doesn't straighten. She keeps trying.]

lumenrelegandus December 8 2010, 05:01:00 UTC

[reacts only internally]

Did you just get back?

sonvisage December 8 2010, 05:02:26 UTC

Yes. Just now.

[Her fingers move from his collar but never break contact - they're curled against his shoulder now, pressing him into the (pergatorially uncomfortable for sleeping) sofa, not ungently, but still. Her other hand searches for his, finds it and twines her fingers through. It's almost as if they're about to dance.

She leans down, her lips against that wrinkle in his collar. There's a pout before she whispers.]

My headache isn't gone.

[yeah, she went there]

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