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Eames (dream_bigger) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2011-03-31 23:09:00

Entry tags:

eames, sirius black

Who: Eames and Sirius
What: Breaking up is hard to do
When: Just after lunchtime
Where: Sirius' work.
Warnings: Here be swears. It's Eames and Sirius, what do you expect?

The lack of a reply from Sirius was beginning to piss him off. Sure, Eames had fucked up, severely so despite what Parker believed, but he'd thought he'd have received at least a "Fuck off, twat" by now. So he'd grabbed a box from the last time he'd gone grocery shopping and collected all Sirius' bits and bobs together. There were five or six biking magazines, a couple of CDs (punk rock, mainly), a packet and a half of Sirius' brand of fags, a six-pack of beers and a long hand-knitted stripy scarf. At least, that was what Eames could find. God alone knew what else was hidden in random places. The box was set by the front door, and then Eames decided that he wanted ~~blood~~ a cup of tea. So he made the tea and had a smoke while he waited for it to brew, and when it was made how he liked it, he discovered that he didn't like the box where it was and it needed to move. So he moved it to the other side of the front door, and went to people-watch from the balcony. Except that hurt, so he came back inside and managed to drink about half his tea before deciding to take the box down to Sirius' garage.

Pulling on his leather jacket, he found a baseball cap he'd come home with a few months ago and still had no idea how or why he owned it. Still, it couldn't hurt to wear it, and it would help his eyes as well, even more so when combined with his sunglasses. So Eames wrapped up against the sun, hefted the box so that he was carrying it under one arm, and then set off.

When he got to the garage, he couldn't see anyone anywhere. There was a bike, or most of a bike, over to one side, but no ex-wizards to hand their stuff over to. Nothing for it, but to wait. Wonderful.

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pad_foot
2011-03-31 11:55 pm UTC (link)

Oh shit. His stuff. Sirius instantly regretted spending too much time at other people's houses and leaving his crap all over the city. What was wrong with his own flat, eh? Why did he have to go parading off all the time like some kind of world class idiot? It only led to stuff like this. Only usually it was some rejected partner who was giving Sirius a box full of forgotten, unloved rubbish he'd left strewn over their floor. The younger man's gaze hovered on the box for a moment, a confused frown causing a momentary crease between his eyebrows. Where the fuck had that scarf come from?

And then Eames was turning to leave before Sirius could even think of a cutting reply to that first question, and a part of him pointed out it'd be easy enough to call him back. They were mates, after all. Had been mates... Sirius wasn't enjoying this. But then yet again he remembered the dark flash to Eames' eyes and the elongated teeth glinting and he felt something curl into a hard knot in the pit of his stomach. What choice did he have?

Still, the question about Lils threw him.

"Tell Ariadne not to worry. I gave her my sleeping daught," he finally replied, coolly. "Tends to do the trick." He moved to the bench Eames had just vacated, putting the clipboard down and turning over a few of the objects in the box. Sirius swung himself up to sit on the worksurface, feet dangling as he picked up the scarf and wound it around his hand in an anxious, agitated gesture. Fuck, he needed a cigarette. "I don't feel good about this, y'know," he told the scarf. "So you could at least tell Parker to back off."

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dream_bigger
2011-04-01 12:12 am UTC (link)

"Ariadne's not the one who's worried. But fair enough." He put his glasses back on and was about to leave when Sirius spoke again. His laughter was completely humourless. "Do you honestly think I could tell Parker what to do? I'm surprised you still have that much faith in me and my abilities," he replied, then hunched his shoulders against the sun and headed out. There was a cafe somewhere nearby, he remembered. He could go there and sit away from the windows, drink tea and break up the length of time he'd have to be outside during the daytime.

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pad_foot
2011-04-01 01:29 am UTC (link)

With a heavy sigh, Sirius picked up the cigarettes that had been left lying on top of a Sex Pistols CD, pulling one out and balancing it on his bottom lip. He wasn't supposed to smoke in here. People got pissy, and Sirius never set much store by rules but he wasn't particulary keen on the idea of a fire in a garage when he didn't have a wand to put it out. So the ex-animagus swung himself down from the bench and sloped outside into the sunshine. It was bright today, and he had to squint against it for a moment before his tired eyes adjusted and he could light up. And all that time he felt just a little guilty. Which wasn't an emotion Sirius Black was particulary comfortable with.

"Oh, for fucks sake," he suddenly muttered, then glanced over his shoulder to check no'one was checking up on him and loped quickly after Eames, taking long strides that ate up the space. He wasn't about to tell him it was okay, that he could talk to his friends and hey, perhaps even have a quick snack on them. Sirius wasn't quite sure what he was going to tell him, but he knew this was going to hang over his head and he had to say something before he turned into a complete mental.

"Oi!" Sirius called out, his voice aimed at the other man's retreating back. "Oi!"

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dream_bigger
2011-04-01 09:44 am UTC (link)

The skin at the back of his neck was the worst, barring his eyes. His hair wasn't long enough to cover it, his jacket didn't have a collar that he could use to hide it from the sun, and he sure as fuck wasn't going to walk about with his hand up over it because then he'd look even more of a dick. A bright sunny spring day like that, and he was all huddled up round himself like it was blowing a gale in the dead of winter. It was easier to deal with than it had been a week ago, but he supposed it was just because he was starting to get used to it and not because it was easing off in any way. He concentrated on enjoying his cigarette instead, and on working out the best way to tail the next Mark on his list.

That didn't mean he wasn't aware of his surroundings, and really, anyone running anywhere on city streets during the day was noticeable, never mind when that person was Sirius. Eames took advantage of the fact that he had no reflection in the shop windows in front of him to watch uninterrupted as the other man approached. "What is it, Sirius?" he asked over his shoulder, then turned to face him. Annoyingly, that meant the sun was shining right in his face and he had to duck his head.

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pad_foot
2011-04-01 08:27 pm UTC (link)

Sometimes Sirius wished he wasn't such a bloody impulsive prat. He didn't actually have anything to say. Or he did, but it wasn't the kind of thing Sirius was any good at saying, and he knew himself well enough not to try because he would only make a spectacular mess and end up having people angry with him (More than normal.) and sleeping on the sofa or something. And all those thoughts flew through him in the split second it took for Eames to turn and look at him expectantly, before ducking his head from the sun.

Bollocks. He should have stayed back at the garage. Why didn't he ever think? He had five NEWTs, for Godrics sake... And he really needed to say something right about now. Sirius took a drag on the cigarette to hide his silence, scrambling through his chaotic thoughts to find something to latch on to which wasn't 'I'm sorry, but...' or 'You're a fucking bastard.'

"Want to borrow that scarf again? I mean... you'll look like a twat, but it'll save your neck from burning."

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dream_bigger
2011-04-01 10:12 pm UTC (link)

Wasn't this confusing? He kept trying to glance over at Sirius, to see if this was a genuine attempt at... well, anything, but the sun kept catching him right in the eyes. He ended up shielding his eyes with his free hand and squinting, even with the sunglasses on, and then it was almost okay. Sort of. He could look at Sirius and not want to poke his own eyeballs out, at least.

"If you don't mind, that would be lovely," he replied, "Although it means you would have to put up with my visiting your work again when I'm returning the scarf."

He waited for a few moments in case Sirius was going to add anything else and then started walking back towards the garage anyway.

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pad_foot
2011-04-02 05:27 pm UTC (link)

Sirius turned as Eames fell into step beside him, although he made sure to keep a good bit of space between them both. He didn't trust Eames to be able to control himself, not after what had happened. And that was the problem. Perhaps if he thought Eames had a handle on this thing, or if Sirius' best friends weren't teenagers who had just lost their magic. Or even if he could trust Regulus to stop Eames should, Merlin forbid, the older man went for his brother. But he couldn't. And so there wasn't anything he could do.

They walked in awkward silence for a moment, Sirius almost trudging in the gutter in his attempts to keep the other man at arms length. For about the tenth time today, and the millionth this week, he missed his wand. Rose better be taking bloody good care of it. It was as if he'd handed his right arm over to the blonde for safe keeping.

"How much longer d'you reckon this'll last?" he asked, avoiding Eames' gaze and instead fixing his eyes on their destination. It was a far cry from their normal, easy conversation.

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dream_bigger
2011-04-02 07:16 pm UTC (link)

Eames was doing a similar thing, making sure there was a gap between them. The silence was awful, even though he had no problem keeping it that way if it made things easier. He was even more huddled in on himself now that he was walking into the sun, hands shoved deep in his pockets and his head ducked down so much that he could only really see the footpath for a few feet in front of him. He couldn't help but glance over at Sirius when the other man finally spoke, though.

"It's been a week now. So, I think that's another week at least, unless we're really unlucky and they decide to go for a month-long experiment," he replied, then took a deep breath and kept talking since Sirius was actually there and hopefully willing to listen and pay attention. "I don't blame you for what you did, how you reacted. It's... I'd have done the same. Actually, I'd probably have killed someone who tried that on me." He paused and scratched at the sorest bit on his neck, then stopped and hoped Sirius would do the same. "It's... not better. Better is waking up and not being dead any more. Controlled, I suppose. Parker spoke to Tesla, and got her hands on a potion of some sort. It takes the worst of the thirst away, it's controllable now. It's still there, but I'm not... I don't have to act on it now. I'm not going to go for your throat. I wouldn't have come near you if I thought otherwise."

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pad_foot
2011-04-03 05:13 pm UTC (link)

Sirius rather wanted to crawl under a rock and wait for this to be over, but Eames was stopping and so he had to stop and turn to face him. He could hardly keep strolling happily down the road, could he? Sirius ran an awkward hand through his hair, pushing it back and blinking in the sun, before clearing his throat. He also made absolutely sure to fix his gaze down onto the pavement rather than on this bizarre version of Eames' face.

Once he was done, Sirius took a deep breath and lifted his eyes. "It's not my throat I'm worried about," he told the other man coolly. Sirius would have been more than happy to risk himself to Eames' weird bloodlust - his best mate was a werewolf, after all - but it was the fact that he'd hurt Lily that had ruined everything. Sirius shrugged. "Sorry. But they're all I have, back home. And you hurt her. Maybe when things go back to normal..." Sirius suddenly felt even more uncomfortable, his stomach lurching, and took a physical step back to escape the situation. "Let's grab that scarf. If I don't get that bike finished tonight the bloke'll probably insist that my bollocks are cut off and made into part of the engine."

And with that flippant comment, aimed exclusively at pushing the seriousness of the situation aside, Sirius turned and started walking again.

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