remus lupin is finally at peace. (moonstricken) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2009-06-30 21:35:00 |
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Remus didn't know how long he'd been left paralysed; he had watched in horror as Marlene had struggled to get away from Rodolphus, unable to help, unable to speak, unable to do anything but watch -- and then they were both gone. Sammie and Lady had fled the room in their fear, and there was nothing but silence to meet his ears, left only in the company of his own thoughts. Time seemed endless. He couldn't sleep -- he didn't dare sleep, for as soon as he could move again, he had to find Marlene. But the spell never wore off, and the night went on in silence. Rodolphus's apparation back into the Lupin residence was a careful affair. Though he had Marlene in his arms (cleaned and slumped across his chest so innocuously that she might have been asleep), his wand was in hand, caution upon his brow. The werewolf was still there, slumped on the floor where Rodolphus left him. Good. He moved quietly back to the bed he'd disrupted and set the girl down into it, covers pulled up to let her sleep in peace, and then nearly apparated out before he reconsidered. Wand turned upon Remus, he ended the paralysing spell and then, without a word to him, disappeared in a crack of magic. Remus' eyes flicked up to look at Rodolphus as he returned, and he felt his heart nearly stop at the sight of Marlene's pale, unmoving body. Oh, God, no -- and as soon as the spell was removed, he was quickly getting to his feet, going for his wand, but by the time he reached under his pillow, Rodolphus was already gone. His breath was coming in short, trembling gasps, and he was afraid to look at the bed, afraid that what he had seen was real. Maybe it wasn't really her. Maybe it was just a trick. He turned his head to look, then, forgetting to breathe as he saw her face, unmistakable despite her hair now being shorter and Merlin, why was she so still? So pale? It couldn't be her -- Remus refused to believe it. It was just a spell. He crawled onto the bed to kneel beside her, and he pointed his wand to whisper, "Finite Incantatem," but nothing happened. "Finite Incantatem." Louder this time. His voice cracked. "Finite Incantatem!" His voice was even louder, desperate, pleading -- but still, nothing happened, and his wand slipped uselessly from his hand onto the bed as his mind tried to process that he really was looking at his wife. He reached out, hand trembling and pausing just above her skin, and when his palm finally touched her cheek a whimper he didn't even realise came from himself escaped his throat. He pressed his fingers against Marlene's neck, feeling for a pulse, and when he found none he pulled back the quilt to check her wrists -- and once again there was nothing. Remus put his head down to her chest to listen for a heartbeat, but even as he did so, reality was sinking in and he knew that he wouldn't find one. He turned his head to hide his face against her body as he shuttered with a choked sob, and he began to beg her not to leave him with a broken voice ("I love you, I love you, please don't leave me, we don't have to stay here anymore, we can go anywhere in the world, please.") even though there was no one to hear his pleas. Why? Why had he taken her and not him? Why had he been left behind again? He felt lost -- he didn't know what to do. What was the point of doing anything? Nothing would bring her back. He didn't want to lift his head, hunched over her body, not wanting to see her face and know that she would never open her eyes again, never speak to him again, and God she had just been laughing and smiling and now... Now he would give anything just to feel her breath against his skin. |