Who: Remus and Dora What: Talking about that event yet to happen When: Mid-day Tuesday Where: Bookstore House Status | Rating: Incomplete | Mid-high?
It was odd for the girl to look at someone and just not help but want to touch them. Even after knowing her future involved Remus, it hadn't started like that. It was weird and awkward to her. She knew she needed to at least talk to him, but she was afraid. Maybe he would just like her because he thought he should. or worse, she would feel for him because her mind was influenced. Still, Remus was always delightfully awkward and sweet to her. And she liked it. Neither of them really knew what to do about life, their situation, or Teddy. Really, it was their son that kept her returning over and over because no one else really understood how it felt. But Remus did, and it was nice to have someone to talk to about it. but that was not how it stayed. A friendship formed. Still uneasy, but fun all the same. Talking was easier, and Dora felt less and less like she was intruding in his life. He seemed to want her around now. But with the insanity that had happened throughout her time at this place, nothing seemed to be worth grasping. But Teddy. And Remus.
With her parents around, this moon was easier, but just barely. She got to see her father and talk to him about Remus. But really, she knew and understood. Her parents were not the biggest fans of her future husband- a guy who married a girl 13 years his junior. A werewolf, a registered one, with no job or income. It didn't matter to her back home, it seemed. And it didn't matter here. Even coming home to see his battered body after a night locked up, Dora could hardly see the beast he hated so much in that face. Instead she just read and sat on the bed with him while he slept. Keep him company while he recovered. And then the next night, just in case. And she had found herself awake; once more tangled up in him. That rush of teenage hormones still in her system came out and she couldn't help but kiss him. And then continue to kiss him. It was like she couldn't stop once she started. But it always ended and she never could figure out why. Was she unattractive to him? She could literally be whatever he wanted. And once more, she felt like her mind was taking them farther as her hands craved more skin and went to remove his shirt. She could feel the uneven texture of his skin from the old scars, but Dora liked them. A reminder of how strong he was, even if he hated himself.