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To say he was nervous about seeing Sirius again after their last encounter and their long time apart would be putting it lightly. Remus paced the common area, hands nervously rubbing together, palms cold and clammy. What if the same thing happened again? He wouldn’t be able to stand it, he needed Sirius to be sober around him and he prayed he would be this time especially if he was ever going to find out the truth behind what happened that night. Sirius was an affectionate drunk it seemed, an emotional at that but he had never expected him to kiss him, that just didn’t seem like something he would do simply because he was under the influence of alcohol.
Before he knew it arms were wrapping around him, causing him to give a slight start before realizing who it actually was. He sighed, a smile working it’s way across his previously sullen face. “I’ve missed you too, Sirius…” he shifted so that he could return the embrace, arms wrapping tightly around the other male’s body. “I’m sorry for avoiding you for so long…”“I’m sorry for giving you a reason too!” He put his forehead against the smaller brunette smiling,”Merlin, I missed you Moony.” he leaned back and sighed. He had yet to let go of his friend. He couldn’t for a moment, feeling that warm skinny body against.Remus looked pale and stressed, almost frail. He’s stared at his friend and frowned,”Moony… how was the full moon..? Was Prongs with you at least?”
He fretted and held his shoulders,”You didn’t hurt yourself too bad, did you?” he asked his voice tight with worry. He knew what the young werewolf was capable of when alone and separated by any kind of human.
Remus felt his grip loosen, not because he wanted it too but merely out of instinct. The mention of the full moon made him go back to reliving the night in his memories, remembering the staff take him to the usual chamber that was provided to make sure he didn’t cause anyone else in the facility any harm. “I was alone, Padfoot. I’m always alone on the full moon lately but it’s not so bad, I am kept somewhere that I know I can’t break free of so I don’t have to worry about harming anyone.” his shoulders gave a small shrug, a small and yet genuine smile working it’s way onto his face as he stared back as his friend. “I’m alright though, not much harm done just a bit tired the few nights following and after all these years I have become sort of accustomed to it, you know?”
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ooc: :c Dont disappear Re
I will not go anywhere unless asked too, I am just concerned and confused and I believe I have a right to be. @_@ Sorry, I will reply to you asap my inspirations just a bit… off whenever I log in here. (Nobodies fault <3)
Also my tumblr is acting up if you can’t tell lol so sorry about that as well. |:I understand and respect what you mean. I’ll wait here patiently.
Thanks, love. <3 I’ll probably muscle up the brain power tomorrow. Now if only tumblr would let me reblog properly…
ooc: :c Dont disappear Re
I will not go anywhere unless asked too, I am just concerned and confused and I believe I have a right to be. @_@ Sorry, I will reply to you asap my inspirations just a bit… off whenever I log in here. (Nobodies fault <3)
Also my tumblr is acting up if you can’t tell lol so sorry about that as well. |:
I don’t feel like replying to my paras until I figure out why Lin and Charlie are ignoring me so uh… guys please message me? This is really bothering me and the last conversation I can recall with either of you was positive. ._.
I really am sorry if I did something… I’m really confused…
Sirius was more excited then he’d like to admit. He wanted to see Remus ever since he figured out what he did in his drunken state. Two weeks was the longest he and Remus hadn’t spoken to each other and he simply hated it.
He looked in the mirror and sighed. He didn’t see the good-looking man that he always proclaimed to be, playing around with James. He saw a filthy drunk who never did anything right. He put his forehead on the mirror before walking out his room. He passed many of his friends and peers waving the them cheerfully.
He walked down the hall fast, his hair billowing behind him. He reached the commons and saw skinny frail-looking Remus. He sighed, and didn’t think he could contain himself. He nearly ran up to him, and brought him into his arms. He hugged him as tight as he could sighing, “I missed you Remus…”
To say he was nervous about seeing Sirius again after their last encounter and their long time apart would be putting it lightly. Remus paced the common area, hands nervously rubbing together, palms cold and clammy. What if the same thing happened again? He wouldn’t be able to stand it, he needed Sirius to be sober around him and he prayed he would be this time especially if he was ever going to find out the truth behind what happened that night. Sirius was an affectionate drunk it seemed, an emotional at that but he had never expected him to kiss him, that just didn’t seem like something he would do simply because he was under the influence of alcohol.
Before he knew it arms were wrapping around him, causing him to give a slight start before realizing who it actually was. He sighed, a smile working it’s way across his previously sullen face. “I’ve missed you too, Sirius…” he shifted so that he could return the embrace, arms wrapping tightly around the other male’s body. “I’m sorry for avoiding you for so long…”
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It was true, he was a heavy sleeper and it had put him at risk before when he was young, almost having himself be lost in a fire that took place in his families little home, the only reason he survived was that his father had rushed in and scooped him up before any flames could reach him. Thankfully then the house didn’t burn down, it wasn’t anything all too major besides the loss of a child’s bedroom, a bath and a bit of a hallway. Truthfully if he thought back he wondered where it had even started, had it have been his fault? Did it start in his room? He had no idea but it did occasionally haunt his dreams, the feeling of guilt digging in the pit of his stomach at the idea that he could have stressed his parents out oh so much.
Nothing caused him to stir until the point of his head being moved, a low whine passing his lips, followed by a muffled noise once the fabric had intruded in on his mouth. Good thing he usually breathed out of his nose as it was, his mouth rarely hanging open when he was lost in the dream world. He shifted a bit, body not really going anywhere as his arms and legs sat tight in their bindings.James froze when Remus whined, terrified. Oh God what if he woke up? Well, he was going to wake up either way, but, what if he woke up beforehand, tied up and gagged, James standing above him and just staring?
It’s not too late to back out, he thought fiercely. And then he made the mistake of looking down.
Blood was smeared across his chest - when had he even managed to do that? - the crimson contrasting against his pale skin. And James lost all self control.
He stood above Remus, studying him. He wasn’t entirely sure what to do now. Casting his eyes across his prone friend, he decided that perhaps the thigh would be the best place to experiment. They weren’t really that vital, were they? He didn’t think so. Tentatively, James unbuttoned Remus’ trousers and pushed them down. He then sat over Remus’ calves, and, using the razor, pressed down on his friend’s thigh and began to carve.
They say the pain you feel in dreams is just as real as if you were awake but instead of being actually harmed your mind only believes you are and sends out the same response it would if you had been being mutilated, punched, bit, whatever in your awake life.
So naturally the feel of the razor pressing into his flesh, slowly cutting and carving away at his sensitive flesh had traveled into his dream, twisting it into some form of nightmare where he was pound and gagged to a large wooden pole, much like witches had been in the past and set to burn but instead they masked villagers were scream vile words about werewolves, demons, anything they could possibly thing of to label him all while laughing and cheering when one, likely the head of it all, proceeded to cut into his thigh and go on about how this was the only way to destroy a true demon of the moon.
The dream caused him to stir in his sleep a bit more, causing the razor in James’ hand to likely slip and cut a bit further along his thigh which in turn only caused the dream to worsen, a few whines leaving him and escaping into the room where he truly lay.
I would be better off dead. I lost Sirius, James is acting really weird and I’m just… …
