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Are you fucking Sirius? (beingsirius) wrote in snapthread,
@ 2019-03-17 23:50:00

Entry tags:

remus lupin, sirius black

Who: Sirius and Remus
What: Night time talks
Where: Sirius’ place.
When: March 17, late night
Rating: Low, will change if necessary

It felt like a disservice to all of them for Sirius and Remus to not have gone out and hunted Lily down, but Starklandia was a weird place and even Sirius had taken to needing time alone to cope over what was and what would be and what would never be. It was a lot. Sometimes people just needed time. Maybe he was growing up, with mature thoughts like that? He was pretty positive there had been a time when he’d have just gone out without permission and did what he’d like. He was also pretty sure that had been maybe less than a few weeks ago. Maybe it was less growth and more traumatic. He didn’t really know.

What he did know was that he was sitting on his bed, back pressed up against the wall and a low burning lumos was keeping the room just bright enough to not call it dark. It made for a good ambiance, he supposed, although that wasn’t really what his mind was on.

Actually, he wasn’t sure what his mind was on. It’d been pretty scattered lately, even when he was trying to distract himself. Sirius didn’t think he’d ever really get over the bomb of information Remus had delivered him.

“Hey,” he said, stretching his leg out longer in order to poke at Remus with a toe. “Pay attention to me. I’m going to come out of my skin.”

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lonewolfen
2019-03-18 07:59 pm UTC (link)

It was exceedingly frustrating to be the type of person who relied quite a bit on logic to be immersed in a world where logic didn't present itself openly. It certainly did not help that Remus was coming from a place in his life where logic was nowhere to be found anyway given the circumstances surrounding him and everything that happened with his loved ones in the aftermath of the war. In short, Remus was a little agitated. He'd been keeping track of time, figuring out as best he could that days seemed to still be passing in twenty-four hours increments. The issue wasn't the hours. It was the calendar.

Upon his arrival, Remus was coming off recovering from the full moon. Looking at the sky at night during his time in this world -- Starklandia, as he understood it -- he'd been looking at the moon's phases and it appeared that the current phase was approaching the full. He could feel it in his body, too, which was not exactly convenient when he was still trying to figure things out, adjust, cope with the fact that he was finally back in the presence of the most important person in his life who in fact did not indirectly cause the deaths of his other three friends. ...Merlin, Remus was on the verge of becoming overwhelmed just within his inner thoughts.

He was thankfully drawn out of his head by not only the sound of Sirius' voice, but also his toe jabbing at him. "Oi, you," he said, but gave his foot an affectionate pat. Remus shifted around to sit next to Sirius and had to take a few seconds to himself to process the fact that this was actually happening. "I can't blame you for needing attention. I spoiled you with head scratches years ago." He reached up and brushed a bit of that soft dark hair with his fingers. As much as it helped Sirius to get attention, it relaxed Remus to give it to him.

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beingsirius
2019-03-18 08:54 pm UTC (link)

It was pretty easy to keep track of the moon here even if it wasn't something that Sirius already tended to do by default, and had been doing for -- well, since they'd all learned Remus' Great Big Dark Secret ™. But really, since there were not real city lights, the sky at night was large and open, and the moon always seemed to hang low and obvious.

It was getting there. He was aware. Seemed pretty unfair on Moony, since it'd been pretty obvious that he'd been coming off the effects of it prior to when he got here. Two in less than a month seemed like a shit show. On the other hand, he had been considering the problem and was working out a ... possible solution of sorts. Something about their current climate made him less willing to burst out in a fit of words than he might have once done, however.

"You started it," Sirius agreed, and even now after everything it wasn't terribly difficult to sound smug over the fact. He loved head scratches in any form he was in, and Remus damn well knew it. It was hard not to with the way that Sirius simply melted into the touch, leaning in lazy and pleased.