remus lupin is finally at peace. (moonstricken) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2008-04-26 16:58:00 |
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Agnes came via floo - it was easier than apparating when she was half plastered, and it also helped with the not waking up of Andromeda. She wasn't exactly 'dressed' - but she figured that t-shirt and skivvies were good enough for Remus (she didn't realise he wasn't there) and twice as good for Sirius, who probably wouldn't let her stay in them long. She managed to pronounce "Sirius's flat" and then flopped out of the fireplace, dusting a bit of soot off her, and padding into the flat living room. "Blacky!" She announced her presence in much the same way that an amazon warrior might. Sans height, spear, and missing breast. No, both of hers were intact and quite perky tonight, if she didn't say so herself. Sirius was starting to hope he was having a mad hallucination about Remus' mood and Agnes' toying but it didn't appear to be so he was either going to get fucked or he was royally fucked - just possibly, both. Well, he'd like to go out with a bang if Remus was going to murder him. He was sort of glad she wasn't naked - that might be hard to explain to Andromeda if he managed to live through the night. But she was actually wearing clothes so he was safe from Andromeda at the very least, which he needed to stop thinking about because he was losing altitude and Agnes wasn't coming over for his tea concoctions. "See, there I thought you'd show up starkers." Sirius noted, before standing up and grabbing her arm; so many places, so little time. He was slightly amused that it could be compared to calling a puppy for dinner but laughing wasn't much of a mood setter either. Counter, that'd do. She seemed kind of springy so it should be just fine. Drama wasn't really at the top of Agnes's list, and she'd already forgotten about Sirius's ill advised comment about Remus, mostly because she didn't have a fucking clue what was going on and was far more interested in Sirius's pants (more precisely: the lack thereof) than his mysterious scribblings in a journal. With a vague leer ("ain't presents more interestin' when you get to unwrap 'em?"), she reached up for his collar and dragged herself up to his lips, legs splaying - Agnes had never exactly been one for subtlety. "So about that pencil..." and she giggled as he manoeuvred her around the kitchen - the counter suited her just fine. It was sturdy - thankfully. Last time there'd been a couple tricky spots, and Agnes didn't feel like being dumped onto the floor and laughing hysterically mid-coitus (again). Alright, more important things going on now. First on the list happened to be grabbing said legs to try and get her sitting half comfortably and get her knickers off in one fowl swoop. No one could say he didn't have his mind on the right things, could they? "Fuck the pencil," he told her, pushing his lips against her neck instead so he could focus on getting Agnes in her all together. Hopefully there wouldn't be anything to trip over or slip on at an inconvenient moment this time. He tried to grab at her back with his hand to make sure she wasn't going to go flying on him (sometimes, shagging a girl that was on the tiny side had it's drawbacks) and began undoing his trousers and pushing them down a bit. He didn't exactly have time to waste! "That's the idea ain't it?" Agnes chirped into his ear, stretching her fingers down and feeling around (clumsily, oops!) for his belt, which she promptly unhooked and jerked out of about half of the loops. She was lazy, though, and let it hang down, her main purpose achieved - and Sirius took the initiative and helped out while she fingered the hem of her shirt, squirming out of it and throwing over her shoulder and onto the counter/sink/she wasn't exactly paying attention. With those pesky things out of the way, she felt free to run her fingers through Sirius's hair (the better to tug him around with), and slide her feet around her pants. She tugged down, helpfully, and attacked his lips with her own. It was a rather nice Friday night, she had to admit. Remus could not even remember the last time he had felt so furious -- blinded by the pure rage he felt, he barely thought twice about slamming his journal shut. How dare Sirius say that -- he couldn't believe he had the nerve to say that about his parents, so soon after they had been murdered. Remus thought Sirius had a little more tact than that but, apparently, he had been wrong. What was Sirius playing at? What he trying to make him angry? If so, he clearly did a wonderful job -- grabbing his wand, Remus stood up and immediately apparated; he didn't bother letting James or Lily know where he was going, because Remus didn't plan to make this visit last very long. With a loud crack! he appeared just outside the flat, and without bothering to knock, Remus opened the door. The sight that greeted him wasn't at all what he expected. He hesitated for several seconds in the doorway, before his anger finally won out over embarrassment and Remus slammed the door shut behind him so as to at least spare Agnes from being spotted by some stranger that may or may not walk by in the hallway. This wasn't her fault -- he wasn't angry at her. No, his issue was with Sirius. He was trying his best not to look at them, as they were very clearly not in a decent position for him to walk in on at the moment. He was almost half tempted to throw a harmless hex at Sirius' back just to ruin the mood, but he restrained himself. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything," Remus spoke from behind them, eyes averted a little, but the tone in his voice clearly betrayed his emotions. "Hi Remus!" Sirius was quite ready to be rather adamant that he wasn't Remus before he realised she wasn't talking to him. Of course, this happened to be followed by the sounds the man himself. Fuck. Sirius noted with his shoulders sagging. I'm going to die with my trousers down and I'm not even going to get a shag. He pushed away from Agnes to pull his trousers up. He realised over the years Remus had probably seen his friend on compromising positions (not to mention not wearing enough pyjamas around the flat) but Remus did not sound what you would call happy and he didn't particularly want to lose something vital because Remus had his knackers in a knot. "Remus, hi!" He coughed, still refusing to turn around and look at him considering the compromising position he found himself in. He looked over Agnes, deciding she probably didn't give a damn whether or not she showed Remus her bits. He pushed his hair back and curbed the urge to say 'You look mad', figuring that would probably not gone down to well. He had some common sense, just not a lot of it. "You want to take this into the front room?" He offered. If it came down to hexing, he thought Marlene might not forgive either of them if Agnes' tits were caught in the crossfire. Agnes clearly didn't have a problem with strangers seeing her indecent, and she'd even waved at Remus as he came in the door, hand stopping sort of mid-wave as she noticed the - what was the word - horrible frown smeared across his face. She raised her eyebrows and curled up her legs on the counter, giving Sirius a bit of a 'sucks to be you' look. Oh well, she supposed they'd knock each other in the noses and she'd go back to getting Sirius's trousers down. Meanwhile, she had a look through the cupboard next to her head and eventually pulled out something or other (vegan). She figured if it was going to be a long wait she might as well eat something - after all, sex was quite an energetic experience. Without bothering to go after her clothes she just sat on the counter (which Remus would probably furiously scrub later) and waited for the tiff to be over. If anything, the nonchalant attitudes that both of them seemed to have just caused Remus to become even more furious -- at Sirius. He didn't even realise what he's done, has he? He grit his teeth, barely able to respond to Agnes at all when she greeted him and Remus had to remind himself not to snap at her because she didn't have anything to do with this. "Fine." Again, his voice was sharp, harsh, and with a glare, Remus walked back out to the front room to wait for Sirius to join him -- and if Sirius had made any smart remark about the glare he had just given, Remus was fully prepared to turn around and swing his fist right for Sirius' jaw. Not to say, of course, he wasn't planning to do so anyway once they had a little more privacy. It took everything in Remus' power not to start yelling at Sirius before he could even make it into the other room. Sirius returned her look with a look that could be translated as either 'well, sorry about that, maybe later', 'it was nice knowing you' or possibly even 'I'll be right back - well, parts of me'. He pushed his hands in his pockets and went into the front room after Remus. Well, what were you supposed to say? He was just trying to help. "Look, I know what you're going to say but-" Fuck! Who knew Remus Jane Fucking Lupin knew how to throw a punch! This was news to him, although it had been a good two years since he'd managed to piss him off enough that he may have wanted to give him a good decking. He struggled not to laugh, knowing that probably wouldn't go down too well with the furry (and oddly violent) marauder. "Fucking hell!" He uttered, more in surprise than anything else. The connection of fist to Sirius' jaw hurt Remus' hand more than he had remembered it hurting before, and he flexed his hand, shaking it out at his side -- but the pain wasn't enough to stop him from throwing a second if Sirius managed to bring it on himself and, to be honest, Remus wouldn't be surprised if that were the case. "How dare you," he growled, "how dare you say that about my parents. They were murdered -- murdered, Sirius, do you not understand this? Is there some filter between your brain and your mouth that doesn't function correctly? How could you say what you did -- how could you trivialise their deaths to something you think could be cured with -- with --" Remus struggled to find the right words, feeling too uncomfortable to even speak them in his anger. "With thinking I would feel better if only I shagged someone?" All the hurtful remarks Remus could think of to say to Sirius were right there, just on the tip of his tongue waiting to spill out, and he wanted so much to say them all but Remus held back just long enough to see what Sirius had to say for himself. Sirius put his hand to his face, feeling it lightly. It was hardly the first time he'd gotten decked and it wasn't likely to be the last either. He hadn't really thought about that. He'd thought he might crack a smile or maybe that he was still too out of sorts to really understand it. He hadn't really thought was probably the problem full stop but he was overreacting just a bit. "I..." He said, looking down at the ground in confusion. "I wasn't disrespecting them or anything like that. I just..." Opened my mouth and out popped the first thing he thought of? Or in this case, popped out of his hand? "-didn't think. We've been joking about it for ages and you were miserable. I thought you'd think it was funny." That had been a bit of a misfire, hadn't it? "Not the death part because that's hard for you but the other parts." He was definitely of the mind that he was rubbish at this. There were many times in Remus' life when Sirius' logic confused him more than the insane, hypocritical morals of the purists -- but then, Remus thought with no lack of bitterness, Sirius had come from a family of purists. Of course his logic would be skewed. "Funny," Remus muttered, his voice flat and sounding beyond disbelief. "You thought I would think it was funny. I can't even -- why on Earth would you even think --" Once again, he found himself stumbling over the correct words he was trying to find, but for an entirely different reason. "How the fuck --" yes, Remus did actually curse every now and then, however rare the occasion may be "-- could you honestly believe I would find my parents' murder funny?" "Not murder," Sirius said, trying to explain himself hastily. "I...it was just a joke, a stupid joke. I thought you'd have fun with it because it was just Marlene and I didn't think about the other part." Which was the part he imagined Remus was having trouble with, which was the reason he wasn't retaliating. He understood he was upset but just because he was upset didn't give him the right to fly off the handle at him. He could forgive him though; that's what friends were for, right? "I don't know what else to tell you. I'm sorry if it offended or upset you. It was just a dumb joke." One that he was wishing he'd get over. Remus shook his head, wishing he could understand the way Sirius' thought process worked. Perhaps, then, he might be able to understand him a little. "Marlene doesn't have anything to do with this -- just leave her out of it. It doesn't matter if I'm comfortable talking to her -- making cracks about my parents' death isn't funny no matter who is involved in the conversation." He could tell Sirius was regretting what he said, but despite the apology, Remus' temper was still running high and he wasn't sure when he would be able to to actually forgive him. "Well, I'm so glad you can find humour in making stupid jokes about all this, Sirius. Merlin forbid you take a moment to consider my feelings about the matter -- I know how hard it can be for you to attempt being considerate sometimes. How rude of me to be offended at a silly little joke!" Remus was nearly shouting now, holding his hands up in defeat as if he had somehow personally wronged Sirius in some way. "Okay." Sirius noted, looking to one side to try and catching his barrings before wincing slightly. "I understand you're grieving and that this is probably really hard for you. I didn't expect to say it but I did. I didn't mean to, I didn't mean for it to hurt you but apparently, it has." That seemed to be the sum of it. "I'm not pissed off with you, Remus. I'm proud you actually have a backbone, I didn't realise that but that doesn't mean that I wanted to be malicious or wanted to make this worse." He shrugged and sighed, not knowing what was going on now, let alone who was in a mood with who. "Point is, if you're gonna thump me Remus, go ahead but if not, I can't exactly take back what I meant was a joke." Of course, it wasn't a guarantee he wouldn't deck him back but he'd try to refrain. He wanted to deck him again, he really did, and Remus went so far as grabbing the front of Sirius' shirt with both of his hands -- but there was no strike that followed the movement, just glaring angrily into his eyes. Remus felt tense with the need to lash out, but he was still restraining himself, and forced his hands to release Sirius' shirt and take a step back after several long seconds. "Just so you know, then, I'm not accepting your apology right now. I'm going back to James and Lily's place before I can't stop myself from punching you again. So." Remus cast a glance in Agnes' direction, feeling angry all over again that Sirius would probably be over this in no time, well enough to continue on doing -- well, whatever he was doing before he had barged in, angry at how quickly any guilt Sirius felt would not last for very long. "So," Remus continued, looking at Sirius once more, "I hope you have fun solving all your problems with sex, then." He made no effort to hide the way he felt about that -- disapproving, making him seem as if he felt he was better than Sirius just for that. "Well, it's a damn sight better than repressing them, isn't it?" Sirius noted irritably, crossing his arms. He had quite a hedonistic approach to life, he'd never deny that but damned if he was going to end up some repressed idiot with their wand stuck up their behind. He didn't care for being complained at for who he was twice in one evening. True, he could be a right tactless git sometimes but he didn't mean any harm and they were friends; Remus should have known that instead of having such a blow out. Of course, maybe he needed a blow out. He was very upset, after all. He supposed if it helped him get it out and cope it wasn't all that bad. Remus gave Sirius a look -- one that he was sure Sirius was very familiar with by now, after knowing each other for so long -- the look that said Remus felt as if Sirius had just said something completely ridiculous. He didn't have anything more to say to him, though, clenching his jaw as he just turned away silently from both Agnes and Sirius without saying goodbye to either of them. He walked right out of the flat through the front door and, after closing it, apparated directly back to James and Lily's place and if they had been around, Remus gave them the silent treatment as well. Sirius had ruined his mood to speak to anyone at the moment. |