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Sirius O. Black (pad_foot) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-12-04 23:48:00

Entry tags:

!closed, ariadne, sirius black

Who: Sirius and Ariadne
What: Ariadne needs somewhere to vent. Preferably, at Sirius.
When: This afternoon.
Where: Sirius' flat.
Rating/Warnings: TBD. Probably language.
Status: In progress

The flat was already starting to show signs of Remus' presence. It was a lot tidier than it had been, for one. Okay, so there was still a dozen people's worth of crap lying around, but it was an organized mess. And it was just mess. It wasn't unclean. There was a stack of books on the coffee table, alongside an abandoned cup of tea and what looked like a rather intense hangman competition, where the little stick figure men were charmed to flail and wave their limbs sadly from their nooses.

Sirius was reclining back on the sofa, legs thrown up on one arm, head resting on the other. The Buzzcocks were playing from somewhere in the kitchen, and he was gnawing thoughtfully on his bottom lip as he flicked through one of the books Moony had left in here, turning it upside-down with a frown, as if that would make it any more exciting. Absently, he reached out with one hand, fingers skimming over the PDA resting on the coffee table and instead grabbing his wand, charming the pages until the words began to squirm over the paper. That'd annoy Remus no end.

When Sirius glanced up, he was mildly surprised to see Ariadne standing there. He always left the door open, of course. He always had, even when he lived in London. It had driven the Order mad. Sirius' eyebrows rose in mild surprise, but he grinned and slammed the book closed, tossing it carelessly onto the floor beside the sofa. "Alright gorgeous?"

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labyrinthine
2010-12-08 12:19 am UTC (link)

"Never mind. After your time." Which was about the fairest explanation, given that she couldn't really explain the technology behind it either. She drank some of the water and reached over Sirius to put the glass down on the coffee table, sighing at his question.

"Of course I'm worried. He got plastered, went off to get his face bashed in by the knights, and has been quote-unquote 'fine' ever since." Ariadne tipped her head over the side of the couch to look down at Sirius. "And no, he hasn't said anything. I think it's the fine British tradition of repressing the shit out of everything once again."

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pad_foot
2010-12-10 04:20 pm UTC (link)

"Stiff upper lip and all that," the animagus agreed seriously, "We stick with what we know. No need to make a scene - we soldier on." Although when it came to certain things Sirius was far from normal in that respect. If he was angry, excited, whatever, people tended to know about it. Then again, other things... well, he'd probably skin himself before he let anyone know how he was feeling when it came to particular topics.

"When we were getting our faces bashed in by the Knights," he revealed, "he was saying he felt guilty about not realizing what Arthur leaving meant. Even though he was baby-faced at the time so that's absolute bollocks."

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labyrinthine
2010-12-11 01:37 am UTC (link)

"Which is really stupid sometimes," she said, just as serious. Ariadne was, by and large, a fan of being honest. She'd seen what repression could do, and she would have been lying if she had said she wasn't afraid of it happening to Eames. But it was so fucking hard to tell what he was thinking anyway that she wasn't sure if she should worry.

Ariadne rolled back onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. "Of course it's bollocks," she said, the British slang sounding awkward in her mouth. "But it makes sense in a sick way."

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pad_foot
2010-12-11 02:21 am UTC (link)

"Course," Sirius agreed, "I'd feel exactly the same." If anyone he cared about in this place got sent home, and something meant he wasn't given his chance to, well, miss them, he didn't know what they'd do. If he was in Eame's position, he'd be off punching some Knights as well.

Sirius was back on his feet again soon, stopping for a moment to grab a pack of cigarettes from the side. They were Remus', and a bit lighter than what he was used to, but they would do. Sirius pulled the window open and balanced himself on the sill, one leg dangling outside the building.

"Give him a few weeks," he muttered around the cigarette balanced between his lips, concentrating on lighting the thing with his wand. "See what happens. No point pushing him."

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labyrinthine
2010-12-11 05:29 am UTC (link)

Ariadne glanced over, surprised. Okay, he wasn't some sort of cold unfeeling monster, but Sirius so often hid his depth of feeling under a light and easygoing veneer that it was somewhat shocking to hear the sentiment from him. She held back her first question - which was whether she would inspire that reaction, because god knew she didn't want to sound quite that needy and pathetic - and propped herself on one elbow to watch Sirius start smoking.

"That was my plan already, actually," she said. Ariadne sat up and swung her legs to the floor. "I mean, there's not a hell of a lot else I can do, other than keeping an eye on him. Not without starting a fight or making him push me away even harder." And that would be entirely counterproductive.

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pad_foot
2010-12-11 02:53 pm UTC (link)

Sirius nodded, pulling the cigarette from his mouth and exhaling a plume of fine, sharp smoke. "I do love a well-constructed plan," he grinned, slumping back against the window frame. "I feel this can only go marvelously well." Sirius shot Ariadne a wicked grin, then craned his neck to peer out the window at the street below, curiously watching the people passing. Without really paying attention to what he was doing, he flicked his wand in the direction on the kitchen, and the kettle immediately started to steam.

"You heard from Regulus lately?" he asked, doing his best to keep his tone casual, gaze still fixed out the window.

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labyrinthine
2010-12-11 04:37 pm UTC (link)

"I don't think it really counts as well-constructed," she replied, shrugging. "It's more of a default. What would be my other options, anyway?" She hoped he wouldn't fall out the window.

The fraternal relationship between Sirius and Regulus baffled her continually. But she could give an honest answer to that question. "Not really. I kind of snapped at him, but he got that it was because I was upset about Eames." Ariadne's mouth twisted. "I think he's staying out of my way. Or it's because he's being nice and avoiding Eames and I'm just part of that. This whole doppelganger thing sucks." If she was being honest with herself, seeing someone who looked like Arthur would not have been high on her list of favorite things at the moment.

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pad_foot
2010-12-11 10:37 pm UTC (link)

"Errrrrmmmmmmmmmm...." Sirius dragged the single syllable out for an annoying length of time, head falling back as he blew a cloud of smoke into the air. "Veritaserum? Interrogation at wand point? Casual sex? The possibilities are endless."

The animagus slipped the cigarette back between his lips as she answered the question about his brother. "Good," he replied shortly, before a thoughtful expression crossed his face. "I wonder if my doppelganger will ever show up? He better be something brilliant. Fuck. You'd have to mess with people a little bit, wouldn't you? Get Prongs drunk and then have one stand dancing at either end of the corridor. Or pull twins..."

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labyrinthine
2010-12-11 10:55 pm UTC (link)

"I'm not a wizard," Ariadne pointed out, standing up. "And I meant options that aren't terrible and counterproductive." Casual sex with Eames? It was a contradiction in terms for her. Besides the fact that he wasn't interested and was more or less grieving.

"Twins? You're gross. This conversation is rapidly sinking into the gutter." Ariadne gave him a smirk. "What if he doesn't have a personality like yours at all? He might not be interested in pulling terrible pranks or skeeving out girls."

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pad_foot
2010-12-11 11:16 pm UTC (link)

"Buzzkill," Sirius smirked. "Those kind of options are my specialty." He quirked an eyebrow upwards for a moment, slipping the burning tube of tobacco between his smiling lips and holding it there for a moment, filling his chest with smoke. Ariadne had clambered to her feet, and he could feel her staring at him from over the room.

"I'd hardly call freaking James out a 'terrible' prank," Sirius grinned from his position on the windowsill. "More of a mildly amusing pastime."

He rolled his eyes at the mildly annoyed expression that crossed her face, swinging the leg that had been dangling outside the building back inside and standing up. "Then I'd have to talk him round." He gave up on the cigarette, flicking the still glowing butt out the open window. "To save you from the boredom."

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	labyrinthine 2010-12-12 05:29 am UTC (link)
	"Hey, if you want to sleep with Eames again, go ahead. If you think that'll make him feel better." Ariadne crossed the room and stood next to Sirius for a moment, looking up as he stood. "I don't think this place will ever let me get too bored, but you and I obviously have different standards for boring." (Reply to this) (Parent)

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