McKay (scribbulus_ink) wrote in time_of_storms, @ 2006-08-29 09:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | chronological, lupin |
October 10, 1997
Original poster: werwolfoflondon
Music: London, by Patrick Wolf
Remus woke slowly, fighting the return to wakefulness and to the aching aftermath of the Cruciatus Curse. The throbbing pain permeated his bones, his muscles - every part of him. Even his hair hurt. He hadn't thought there could be anything worse than the agony he experienced during the transformation to and from wolf form each month, but he would willingly choose that familiar pain to this. He understood now why it was an Unforgivable, and he hoped that had been his first and last time experiencing it.
Especially at Severus' hand.
He rolled over, groaning as the movement made pain flare up, fiery needles jabbing every inch of his skin - and then he felt a cloth on his face, bathing it in cool dampness. Cracking his eyes open, he stared blearily at the world, trying to find the source of the comfort, and he saw Delia kneeling by his pallet. He was in his own quarters - if a small alcove in a cave that barely afforded him some privacy could be considered quarters - on his own pile of sleeping furs, and Delia was there, watching him with concern.