_rebelrebel (_rebelrebel) wrote in flippedrpg, @ 2012-09-23 22:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | ch: can: sirius black, ch: knap: sirius black, p: kristy, p: veetee |
Who: SiriusCanon and SiriusKnap
What: A random meeting of the Siriuses
When: Sunday evening
Where: A hallway
Warnings: None
It was difficult to put up with the sudden onslaught of memories, the sneak peeks that they were getting into other people's worlds, into other people's lives. Sirius was trying to handle it all. He'd heard about the horror of the Healy Games world, and maybe had been more ready to handle that. And he'd surfaced out of the Cured world, feeling cold, and oddly grateful for the anger that had burned through him the entire time that he'd been hunting for James and Remus; James had told him once that he could only hate him so much because he'd loved him so much -- that that anger was a reflection of the pain that James' supposed betrayal had caused. He'd never believed it more until he'd finished his time in the Cured world.
Since coming to the compound, he'd hated the tangled mess that his head and his heart were. But he was grateful that he could at least feel something. He might feel like hell so often, but it was a genuine reaction -- it was all him. And he could love in actual measure, and he knew that as well. He didn't know what would have happened to him, what would have saved him, if he'd been so blanked out all the time, like he was in that world.
In any case, he was trying not to let the memories disturb him too much. He knew that James and Remus had a lot going on -- and he wanted to help them as much as they had -- were helping him.
He was walking down the hall when somebody walked near him, catching his attention. It'd be hard not to: He recognized himself. On impulse he turned, talking to the other Sirius before he could stop himself.
"Hey you," he said.