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Tweak says, "Voldemort for president!"

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
2011-04-03 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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