Sirius Black [every man needs a muse] (deathbydrapery) wrote in vivo_iterum, @ 2012-01-28 21:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: remus lupin v1, character: sirius black v1, player: abigail, player: iggy |
Who: Sirius and Remus (canon)
What: Things.. of a thingy nature.
When: Evening, after all the drama of the day.
Where: Sirius's flat.
Warnings | Status: low | complete
Sirius was a little drunk. A little drunk was better than being completely sober, because then he'd have to think. He stared at the ceiling over his bed, not allowing his mind to slip back and forth through memories... well, he tried but seeing as the alcohol was quite effectively making its way through his system it was becoming increasingly more difficult to keep a reign on his thoughts. He couldn't help but to wonder if maybe he did deserve Azkaban. So many things had happened throughout his life that perhaps the one way trip was effective punishment. Whatever the case, being free now had certainly not changed much.
No, no that was a lie. He had everything he'd lost. They had given that back to him, and for that he was grateful. He could endure whatever other bullshit they threw at him, or the snide remarks and ill intentioned thoughts as long as he had his friends. His family. Remus, Lily, Harry and James. Those were the only people he cared about. Sirius lifted his head enough to take a drink of his whiskey, shaking his head lightly at the subtle burn in his throat.. he was about to take another when a sound in his living room roused him. He'd rewritten the wards so that the Potters, Remus and Harry could get through them. It was one of them coming in, Sirius half wanted to ignore it.
"I'm in here," he said vaguely and pushed himself up into a sitting position, swinging his legs round to the other side of the bed.