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_rebelrebel (_rebelrebel) wrote in flippedrpg,
@ 2012-08-12 23:53:00

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ch: knap: remus lupin, ch: knap: sirius black, p: emmy, p: veetee

Who: Sirius^Knap and Remus^Knap
What: Working on Sirius' memory
When: Aug. 12, after Sirius' match
Where: Stands
Warnings: Angst?

Sirius' eye was throbbing. He was pretty certain that he was going to have one hell of a black eye fairly certain. He couldn't say that was any easy fight -- but then, Sirius had never really been one to enjoy easy fights. He enjoyed challenges and he enjoyed adrenaline rushes and that was the truth of the matter when it came down to it.

He was also glad because the difficulty of the fight had distracted him from the fact that the Remus from his world was waiting for him when he was done fighting a Remus from some other world. He had no idea which one, although this Remus did have a rather impressive array of tattoos.

In any case, he was feeling rather sore when he finished up the fight, and was trying to concentrate on all of that as he headed up into the stands to meet with Remus. He hadn't known exactly what to expect. He didn't even know how old he was. He just knew that he was young enough to not have had his daughter, but old enough that Sirius was gone in his time. A huge window.

His steps grew a little tentative when he grew closer, which he couldn't help but mentally mock, because he didn't know since when Sirius Black had ever done anything tentatively.

"Remus," he said finally, as he took a seat.

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atamewerewolf
2012-08-13 04:38 am UTC (link)

There was no denying that Remus Lupin had been essentially avoiding his inevitable face to face with Sirius Black. For years and years he had dreamed of a reunion, had expectations of what it might be like, until he finally gave up that dream and moved on. He found happiness and comfort and love in the compound, with a Sirius from another world, and he had been happy. He had accepted he would never see the Sirius of his world again. He had assumed this to be the way of things, as he never intended to return to his home world, at least originally.

Now he didn't know what his intentions were. He didn't know if he wanted to ever return, to a life that he was being informed was beyond his wildest dreams, to a future with a family he was just beginning to get to know. A family that included the Sirius of his world. He did not know if Sirius was aware of this or not. He didn't know and he thought it best to keep subdued as information presently. And yet, he didn't know if he wanted to remain in the compound until the end of days, with the happiness he had acquired; for after all -- all of his family was now present.

It was maddening.

And it was the majority of the reason he had yet to see the Sirius of his world. He was fearful of the reunion. Fearful of the emotions and the pain that seemed inevitable. Still, he wanted the man to regain his memory, to be able to remember the man he used to be. He would, no doubt, have to become a new man, a sort of blend between two old lives and a new one inside the compound. There was very much ahead for that Sirius. He glanced upwards when he heard his name, giving a moderate smile.

"You kicked his ass," he commented, feeling sore himself. He had fought against Harry that afternoon and given it his all. His son had defeated him and all he could do was smile with joy when it was all over. He had been very proud of Harry, even though he had lost. It still felt like winning in Remus' eyes.

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_rebelrebel
2012-08-13 04:46 am UTC (link)

"That's a grand overstatement," Sirius answered, grateful, for the time being, for the conversation that could distract them from what was at the heart of the matter. "I think he kicked my arse in return."

Up close, he could see that Remus was perhaps a bit older than Sirius had expected him to be. Certainly older than the Remus he had just fought. And it was odd, because, he had seen James before he'd had time to think about his age. He could only react. But he and Remus had kept an almost steady distance from each other since his arrival. And Remus both was and was nothing like what he'd imagined an older version of him to be -- mostly, because, in his mind, Remus was perpetually sixteen. And sixteen-year-old Remus had always been a hell of a lot wiser than the rest of them.

"How're you?" he asked finally, and it was an absolutely ridiculous question, because it couldn't even begin to encompass everything that was happening.

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atamewerewolf
2012-08-13 05:03 am UTC (link)

"I am a fan of overstatements," he responded back, which was true in some ways. He had been known to use them, frequently, during his pursuits in his middle years. They felt as if they were so long ago, when truly, they were not. That behavior had been continued with Nymphadora, for a brief period of time, before arriving in the compound. Back in his beginning travels through time and absurdity. "Good on him," he then chuckled, shifting a bit to make room on the bench for Sirius.

Not that he needed to, for it was a stadium, and essentially empty. Still, he did it anyway.

"Today has been a good day," he responded with honesty. "My kid kicked my ass. I've never been prouder." That wasn't true. He was proud all the time of Harry and he was a fan of the statement. It was a common one. "And you?"

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_rebelrebel
2012-08-13 05:13 am UTC (link)

Sirius sat down next to Remus. It was these moments, he thought were always the strangest. This between him and Remus and James, were they all tried to act as if they were what they had once been. It was both much easier and much harder than Sirius thought it would be. Easier, he thought, because there was something implicit to it. And harder, because Sirius chafed under the strain of so many emotions.

He knew that Remus was referring to Harry, but he didn't say anything in return. He still hadn't met Lily and James' child. Still found the prospect of him strange, and the notion that he couldn't remember him shameful. He had written to him on his birthday, and when he had received no answer, Sirius had decided that it wasn't best to press it for the time being.

"Just another day in our freaky compound world," Sirius answered, and he even managed to smile as he did so.

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atamewerewolf
2012-08-17 03:20 pm UTC (link)

"Compound home," he found himself altering, nearly without pause, and with his eyes straight ahead to keep from looking to Sirius. He had begun to view this as home and it had happened long ago. Even with Teddy now absent, he couldn't deny, the feeling still remained. All of his family was present, in some way, and he had more happiness then he did in 1998.

He wasn't leaping to return.

"You think you've got a good chance of grabbing the prize at the end?" He decided to ask. He didn't necessarily care about winning or if Sirius felt he could. He just needed to fill the silence. And to keep his gaze away from the man.

He hadn't realized just how much his chest would ache when he saw him. Perhaps he would have known if he had allowed it to happen sooner. Then again...it was precisely this fear of how he would feel in his presence that kept him away.

He didn't want to feel anything. Even if he knew that wasn't going to occur.

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_rebelrebel
2012-08-18 07:51 pm UTC (link)

Some part of Sirius wanted to ask why Remus had tacked on the word 'home.' He understood why there might be some connection to this place -- because, in the end, if they returned without memories, he and Lily went right back to where they were, and James and Remus didn't know where they were or if they were okay. But Sirius thought it was a far cry from a home. Or at the least, the notion of home that Sirius had kind of always hoped for, but hadn't quite achieved.

He didn't press it for the time being.

"Don't really care," Sirius said with an idle shrug. He had only done this because he knew there was some reward to play along with the scientists. When it didn't please him any longer, he wouldn't. He had no qualms about messing around with a James or a Remus he didn't know for some time. He knew Lily was still in the standings, and he suspected he already knew what he would do if he came up against her.

"Remus," Sirius said finally, his voice a bit sharper than he had intended it, but he couldn't stand the way that Remus wasn't looking at him. He didn't know which was worse -- the way that James could never look at anything but him, or the way that Remus was refusing to look at him. If Remus didn't want to see him, fine. But why pretend then?

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