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to them beside the disgusting amount of love and adoration. Let it be
known! These characters are owned by the wonderful J.K. Rowling. She is a
goddess.
Notes: Ah...Hannio. I'll never tire of your comments...really my driving force. ;; That may, or may not, be a good thing. I originally meant it only to be two parts. Lmfao. You can see how well that went, yes? Anywho, about Reggie being...less than sane, I always imagine him something like that. He has to live under these strict rules (probably stricter than Sirius had to endure) and he's always the second son and Sirius is perfect and whatnot. "Lacks energy?" GAH! Should I instill my beating heart into the page? "Try to stick to one time period"? How boring would that be? Plus the story wouldn't be told properly. It would all be dialogue, which I usually find intensely boring. I can't even get through a play script without zoning. I realise I have lots of dialogue, but I don't want to make the entire thing dialogue
Watch out for beating hearts. And if you find any beating hearts, tell me, I seem to have lost mine.
"So you liked Reggie?"
"I didn't like Reggie."
"Sympathy for the devil."
"Sympathy for the insane."
"Reggie was perfectly sane."
"He wasn't, Sirius."
"He always did those impressions though. That was his thing...I guess."
"He hated everything and everyone in his life...Except you. He might've been fine, mentally, if you had even tried to be nice to him. He probably made Voldemort kill him."
Sirius threw up his hands suddenly with a roll of his eyes. "Blame something else on me, Remus."
"Wha-?"
"Really. Please. I need to feel guiltier than I already do. I feel like shit, Remus. First I..." Sirius stood and put a hand to his mouth, staring thoughtfully and tearfully at the floor. "I hurt you, then I don't listen, then I kill my own brother...What else, Remus? What else?"
"You need a haircut."
Sirius rounded on a perfectly calm Remus. "This isn't supposed to be funny."
"Nope. It's perfectly...'Sirius.'"
"Mer-lin! Lupin, will you listen?"
"As I recall, you don't."
"Fucking hell." Sirius threw up his hands again, seemingly imploring the help of some deity.
"Sirius."
"Oh no! It's the big bad Sirius..." The rest seemed more for himself, set out in a series of grumbles and sneering faces.
"Sirius." Remus rolled his eyes and sighed.
"What did I do now, Remus? What did I do now?"
"Sirius." Remus just shook his head.
"What? What?!" Sirius pouted, crossing his arms and glaring at Remus.
Remus raised a brow, and shook his head again. This was worse than dealing with a child. "Sirius. Will you stop it? Look at yourself. Truly look at yourself. I thought you didn't want to become like this. To become your father. That's who you remind me of. So enough of this! I don't like seeing you act like you are no more sane than your brother."
"He wasn't mad, Remus. He was just..."
"...Gone. Just...gone." The lycanthrope's lips twitched, remembering that second night. He began again, first letting out his breath, one he hadn't realised he'd been holding. "Listen. This is silly. Let's just start again."
"From where?"
"From here..." Remus stood abruptly, knocking over his tea, and pulled Sirius' face to meet his. Lips touched and all else melted away from reality (this includes the increasing wetness on Remus' front due to the spilled tea).
Sirius, too, seemed to have lost all bearings on reality. Hands climbed the height to touch the thin ones holding his face. Fingers traced lines on the lycanthrope's hands, finally pulling them away, if only to scrutinize them through touch. A wet line traveled along Remus' lips before he finally parted them-
Only to be interrupted by two annoyingly loud cracks.
Wide-eyed, both men pulled away, staring at one another. Remus turned slowly to see two very disgustingly innocent and red-faced, red-haired young men, both seeming horribly interested in the tiles on the floor. Remus cleared his throat. The red-heads jumped to attention, turning a darker shade of scarlet (quite an accomplishment), and tried their best to look Remus in the face.
"You saw nothing."
"Oh, we saw quite a bit..." Fred mumbled.
"Well...some dogs just like to lick," George coughed.
Sirius found this terribly amusing, despite Remus' glare. Sirius leaned over the table, a sly grin on his lips, raising and lowering his eyebrow suggestively at Remus, "Yes, yes. Some dogs just like to lick."
"SIRIUS!"
Notes: Ah...Hannio. I'll never tire of your comments...really my driving force. ;; That may, or may not, be a good thing. I originally meant it only to be two parts. Lmfao. You can see how well that went, yes? Anywho, about Reggie being...less than sane, I always imagine him something like that. He has to live under these strict rules (probably stricter than Sirius had to endure) and he's always the second son and Sirius is perfect and whatnot. "Lacks energy?" GAH! Should I instill my beating heart into the page? "Try to stick to one time period"? How boring would that be? Plus the story wouldn't be told properly. It would all be dialogue, which I usually find intensely boring. I can't even get through a play script without zoning. I realise I have lots of dialogue, but I don't want to make the entire thing dialogue
Watch out for beating hearts. And if you find any beating hearts, tell me, I seem to have lost mine.
"So you liked Reggie?"
"I didn't like Reggie."
"Sympathy for the devil."
"Sympathy for the insane."
"Reggie was perfectly sane."
"He wasn't, Sirius."
"He always did those impressions though. That was his thing...I guess."
"He hated everything and everyone in his life...Except you. He might've been fine, mentally, if you had even tried to be nice to him. He probably made Voldemort kill him."
Sirius threw up his hands suddenly with a roll of his eyes. "Blame something else on me, Remus."
"Wha-?"
"Really. Please. I need to feel guiltier than I already do. I feel like shit, Remus. First I..." Sirius stood and put a hand to his mouth, staring thoughtfully and tearfully at the floor. "I hurt you, then I don't listen, then I kill my own brother...What else, Remus? What else?"
"You need a haircut."
Sirius rounded on a perfectly calm Remus. "This isn't supposed to be funny."
"Nope. It's perfectly...'Sirius.'"
"Mer-lin! Lupin, will you listen?"
"As I recall, you don't."
"Fucking hell." Sirius threw up his hands again, seemingly imploring the help of some deity.
"Sirius."
"Oh no! It's the big bad Sirius..." The rest seemed more for himself, set out in a series of grumbles and sneering faces.
"Sirius." Remus rolled his eyes and sighed.
"What did I do now, Remus? What did I do now?"
"Sirius." Remus just shook his head.
"What? What?!" Sirius pouted, crossing his arms and glaring at Remus.
Remus raised a brow, and shook his head again. This was worse than dealing with a child. "Sirius. Will you stop it? Look at yourself. Truly look at yourself. I thought you didn't want to become like this. To become your father. That's who you remind me of. So enough of this! I don't like seeing you act like you are no more sane than your brother."
"He wasn't mad, Remus. He was just..."
"...Gone. Just...gone." The lycanthrope's lips twitched, remembering that second night. He began again, first letting out his breath, one he hadn't realised he'd been holding. "Listen. This is silly. Let's just start again."
"From where?"
"From here..." Remus stood abruptly, knocking over his tea, and pulled Sirius' face to meet his. Lips touched and all else melted away from reality (this includes the increasing wetness on Remus' front due to the spilled tea).
Sirius, too, seemed to have lost all bearings on reality. Hands climbed the height to touch the thin ones holding his face. Fingers traced lines on the lycanthrope's hands, finally pulling them away, if only to scrutinize them through touch. A wet line traveled along Remus' lips before he finally parted them-
Only to be interrupted by two annoyingly loud cracks.
Wide-eyed, both men pulled away, staring at one another. Remus turned slowly to see two very disgustingly innocent and red-faced, red-haired young men, both seeming horribly interested in the tiles on the floor. Remus cleared his throat. The red-heads jumped to attention, turning a darker shade of scarlet (quite an accomplishment), and tried their best to look Remus in the face.
"You saw nothing."
"Oh, we saw quite a bit..." Fred mumbled.
"Well...some dogs just like to lick," George coughed.
Sirius found this terribly amusing, despite Remus' glare. Sirius leaned over the table, a sly grin on his lips, raising and lowering his eyebrow suggestively at Remus, "Yes, yes. Some dogs just like to lick."
"SIRIUS!"