|Remus J. Lupin (slowburn_alpha) wrote in hogwarts_dawn,|
@ 2021-06-22 05:17:00
|Entry tags:||character: regulus black, character: remus lupin|
RP: Remus and Regulus
Who: Remus Lupin and Regulus Black
When: Tuesday, 22 June, 2021
Where: Hospital Wing
What: Remus no longer has an audience for what he has to say
For someone who pushed himself sooner than his body was ready every month, Remus had to laugh silently at how easily he acquiesced to staying in bed and doing nothing when faced with a single concerned look from clear grey eyes. Left to his own devices, Remus would have crawled out of bed and slunk out of the Hospital Wing as soon as his fever broke just a short while ago. But, Regulus had been there with admonishments not to push, that he'd need to stay put for at least a day in order to recuperate and so they could monitor any reactions to the potion, especially since Remus would need to follow it up with a dose of the Wolfsbane potion as soon as possible. And, Remus had agreed rather than further add to the worry in those eyes.
Regulus had been needed to finish curing the rest of those who had been poisoned and petrified, which left Remus a bit of time to take stock of things.
The fever had broken within a few minutes of drinking the potion Regulus had given him upon waking. And when was the last time Remus had been so accepting of an unknown potion? But, if there had been any doubt about how much he trusted Regulus, the docile way in which he had taken that potion without question would have put paid to that notion. It reinforced Remus' desire to tell Regulus how he felt about the younger man as he'd talked to Peter about before they'd been petrified. He'd intended to take Peter's advice to tell Regulus before being petrified, had refrained the temptation to write a letter as originally planned, but when the time came his friends had all been there as well and Remus did not want an audience for that conversation.
Sitting up, he examined his shoulder. The wound there was still covered, but Remus had no reservations about pulling off the dressing to inspect what damage may or may not be left. He hadn't looked at it before being petrified, but could feel, through his fevered delirium, that it hadn't been healing quite as quickly. His body had been struggling to heal the wound and battle the poison at the same time. But, while it still looked too fresh, -- or, perhaps that was what a normal person would see after this time? -- he could feel that it would finish healing at the usual speed with which he healed from most wounds. He thought. There was a vague recollection of discussing scars with someone. Peter? But, Remus had already reached the point where he could truly only focus on a few things by then: Regulus, his friends, staying alive.
Self-examination finished, he took a breath and let it out with a smile as he saw Regulus returning. "My hero," he teased softly, holding out his hand for his lover. "So far, so good?"