[closed] Stitch in your knitted brow

[calamitousnaiad]

Who: Verity Kindle (calamitousnaiad) and Remus Lupin (lumenrelegandus)
When: Um... todayish. In the evening.
Where: The street just outside the clinic.
Format: Prose!
What: It's a blind date! Even though both of them already have... ahem... complicated relationships.
Warnings: Probably nothing except Lupin's state of mind?

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[lumenrelegandus]

He hadn't been paying much attention to the forge network and was unusually unaware of the larger trends boding.

When he woke up that morning to find a grey string on his finger, he didn't think much of it. River had run out of flowers before he saw her, perhaps this was an oblique substitute gift. Perhaps Shirley was trying to make a point about something and he'd find out later. Perhaps it was a pixie's revenge for interrupting its sleep. When he tried to take it off, he was interrupted by the appearance of a staff member, and forgot all about it.

He'd been unconsciously trying to work it off his finger all day, but never able to pause and absorb the fact that he was failing to do so.

He'd also been feeling an increasingly palpable pull to go outside.

This also seemed fairly natural. He hadn't left the Clinic in days. Not since Tonks came back.

He still had no intention of leaving.

What was strange was when, in lieu of nothing, in the moment of a minute of calm, nothing to trigger an aversion response or overwhelm, the pull

I was glad to! And no worries at all!

[calamitousnaiad]

The same color string. As she looked at him over the armful of gathered books and gingerly took hold of the Forge he was offering back to her, she felt as if she had finally found something she hadn't known she was looking for all day.

Odd, too, that though he didn't really bear any resemblance aside from the mustache (which was actually rather straight on this man instead of slightly crooked), he was somehow very strongly reminding her of Ned. He was older and looked much more worn and not quite as jaunty and adorable, but somehow she felt drawn to him in almost the same sort of way

[lumenrelegandus]

He didn't mean to quite so… blatantly… recoil. Nor drop the book of hers he still held, in doing so. Hastily awkward, he bent to retrieve it, which also allowed him a moment to collect his expression.

"I'm… sorry, good match?" Searching his unconscious memory for things he may have overheard but not registered. …Blind. There it was. "There must be a mistake, I never entered my name."

[calamitousnaiad]

Oh dear. A flash of worry as he recoiled and she wondered if she hadn't actually offended him by offering her hand. It was difficult enough for her to ascertain her time space location each time she jumped with all the clues that surrounded her in every era she visited. But being in this place sometimes felt like every person she talked to was their own era and she was forever trying to discern what is acceptable behavior. And not an implant or a subliminal available to help her.

She withdrew her hand, recruiting it instead to join the other to support the pile of books and her Forge.

"Nor did I. I actually haven't any need for a matchmaker but it seems my name was put in regardless. Others on the network are saying the same. I suppose the company thought it might help business to shanghai some of us into participating." She tried another smile, though this one was slightly more cautious and reserved.