227: Sample log for Remus Lupin
[RP]
[Characters]: Remus Lupin and Sirius Black
[Players]: Sirius is siriusly_so
[Warnings]: None thus far
[Ratings]: PG
[Notes/Disclaimer]: I own nothing and this is a WIP
Madam Pomfrey didn't want to let him go. She'd insisted that he stay a little longer, three more days actually, so that he could recover completely from the effects of the full moon, let his self inflicted wounds heal over a bit or something of the sort. But of course Remus had refused her kindness and insisted that he had to get up and start on his homework. McGonagall only gave him a short extension and since he wasn't the best in her subject.. well it'd take him more time to do it than it would the rest. So, with a kind word, a whole bunch of her special chocolate and reassurance that he would rest as often as he could, Remus left the hospital wing, looking tired and shabby with not a few bandages here and there he hobbled down the hallway towards the one place he could hole himself up inside and not come out of for the next week; the library. He was certainly having a time of it too, his bones ached and felt like they wanted to break apart and send him to the floor forcing the teen to stop too often and hug the wall for support.
It was miserable, those hours without Remus. They dragged on without a seeming end, with so few moments of brief encounter to sate the anxiety that crawled beneath his skin. Remus...He possessed a bravery Sirius could only envy, and ever was humbled by the greatness of his companion’s strength. “You’re shaking, Remus.” He muttered as he slipped aside the boy, granting him the strength of his body in which to rest upon as he took the lithe boy with an arm about the waist, guiding him not to the library as he so suspected him to be aimed at, but instead toward the common’s. “You’ll rest if I have to hold you down to the bed myself and watch you every minute.” He muttered lowly against one ear, taking the heavy load of books in one arm and with the other continued to grant a comforting support to his struggling mate. “Come on, then. Don’t argue. James’ll bring up your dinner, and we’ll study on my bed, yeah?” So strong…Even now he could feel the werewolf trying desperately to support his own weight, and had it not seemed a humiliating gesture, he might have lifted him completely in his arms to prohibit any unnecessary waste of energy.
"Sirius," Remus whispered and would have swiveled around if he could have when the boy popped up out of nowhere and came to his rescue. He was greatly appreciative of the boy's support but it was far more than Remus ever wanted to ask of him. He tried to pull away from him, a sad smile touching the corners of his pale lips, "I'm alright," he insisted despite the violent trembling of his pain filled body. That grip, no matter how Sirius thought it would help, hurt Remus a lot more than it relieved him but as always he said nothing of the pain and merely tried to keep himself up right and not manage to look a weakling fool for it in front of his dearest friend. "I'm not hungry--I have homework, Sirius, McGonagall will kill me if I don't get it in on time," he tried to plead and draw Sirius' hands away from him but he wasn't exactly in a fit state to fight anyone for anything and so he was forced to give in and allow Black to lead them back to the commons. He hated staircases today as he did every week of the full moon for the last thirteen years. They were impossible to climb in his state and jarred him with every step and he was breathing raggedly by the time they reached the top and were able to hobble awkwardly toward the fat lady at the end of the hall. "Might've been better if you'd have dragged me mate," he said grimly and paused, "hold on, I don't want to go in there looking like this, Sirius. I look.. pathetic."
“Don’t be ridiculous, Moony.” Sirius, despite his obvious faults, possessed the talent to turn the darkest moment bright with a flash of his brilliant smile, and did so as he turned to ruffle the lycan’s sandy hair, and as if to straighten his appearance, tucked a strand back behind an ear. “See. Brilliant.” He encouraged in a jesting mood, holding open his steady hand for Remus to take. Chances were there’d be absolutely no one to greet them as dinner had started some fifteen minutes ago and there weren’t many who passed up the chance for pudding on a Friday night. “’s just you and me, anyway, Rems…” With a silly grin he pushed open the portal after announcing the password with theatrical volume, and peeked inside to prove his theory right. Once affirmed, he turned round, still clutching Remus’ hand, to guide him through in case his stiff legs couldn’t make it over the threshold. Without another word, once clear of the entryway, he bent low and with as much tender ease as he could muster, lifted the weak boy up against his body, and saved him the agony of climbing yet another flight of stairs into their shared dormitory. “Consider it done…And I don’t want complaints. I can see you're in pain, whether you think you’re hiding it or not.”-
He felt like a very extremely pregnant woman who was too delicate or large to handle even the most minute movement such as walking so hard did Sirius try to coddle him. It was annoying at first.. but sweet mostly as Sirius truly did care and wanted him to converse as much energy as he could but it was beyond humiliating when the Gryffindor swooped him up into his arms like he were some bride or princess or other, "Oh Pads," he complained and tried vainly to escape from Sirius' grasp but failed miserably at even that. "Sirius, honestly, I can climb the stairs.." but too late they were up them before he could manage to convince Sirius to let him go. He greatly accepted the bed and once Sirius had settled him into it immediately sat up despite the protest of both bones and muscles. "I'm alright, I'm used to it," which was a lie. There was never getting used to the harsh crack and break of bones and tearing of muscles when one turned into the monster under their skin. And his mind, lord it was terrifying that he must face the darkness of his own thoughts every month for those agonizing hours.. alone and unheard and never knowing what the beast inside of him was doing, whether he was mauling friends or himself.. Remus shuddered and curled his arms around his battered frame, keeping his eyes downcast until he was certain that no shadow of the wolf would appear on his face, "Moony wasn't kind to me last night, Pads, was he?"
Always, Rems, always." He mourned the sadness in those eyes, more so than he'd ever felt for any other being. It was utterly personified in Remus, and projected so deeply that even he felt the intensity of pain seething off the frail creature as if it were his own. "Don't think about it now..." As if to persuade him away from the bad memories, he reached, and turning the boy's face back to his own smiled just as brilliantly as some moments before, encouraging the life to seep back into the boy. "When you're well, we'll go to field and get you a bit of sun. Some you and me time, yeah?" He nodded, drawing Remus close to the warmth and security of his body in what could have been a perfectly innocent gesture of friendship, and wrapped his arms tightly around the small frame protectively. "'s a nice day for this. It's been raining since noon..." Nothing could be better, he reflected, though kept the latter to himself. The truth of it was, there was nowhere he'd rather be, because Remus was warm and real in his arms, and as he put his chin on the boy's shoulder, he could smell the new scent of shampoo and soap where he'd scrubbed the grime of the shack. He was perfectly content remaining just so, reflecting on the things he'd always felt for Remus, and just...hadn't had the courage to put aloud. "Smell good." It was just below the audible level of murmuring, affectionate and bordering the edge of something deep.-
"The sun," he said lightly, "I might melt if I go out there.. you know, just mold into nothing like the Wicked Witch," He smiled wryly in an odd attempt to get Sirius to stop being so concerned. It troubled him greatly that his friends went through so much for him--to keep him well; he wished they wouldn't put so much of themselves into him because honestly he wasn't worth it... it wasn't worth the trouble. But he did greatly appreciate the moments when the boy's could sneak out at night to join Moony because it kept him sane and it sated Moony and when Moony was sated Remus could almost reclaim his mind and escape the shadows he was forced into. Almost. He looked up when Sirius touched him, a smile flickering across his face in what he found there.. that brilliance--the brightness that was Sirius and never as Black as his name. It gave Remus some sort of strength and he envied Sirius' happy nature just then but it passed quickly when the teen settled down beside him and drew him into that comforting heat and security of his body. He was not ashamed then to open his arms and curl them around Sirius' waist, clinging to him in desperation; not wanting to let go until he'd regained his senses and stopped thinking as the wolf did.. It proved harder than he had ever imagined because Sirius too smelled good, it was an aspect of his senses that Remus sometimes enjoyed, the keen eyesight, the awesome hearing and general awareness of who was around him and of course the wicked smells.. and Sirius smelled beautiful, he smelled like a boy should.. musky, like sweat and expensive cologne all in one, not the shampoos and flowers and glittery chemical smell he found on girls.. "Sirius, I've got a cramp," it was a nice way to ruin the moment but what could be done? It hurt. Remus broke away from the boy and smiled at him sheepishly. "I can't imagine James is getting into anything good without us, where's that map at?" he questioned while reaching under his bed to search the place he sometimes stashed it in order to keep it out of James and Sirius' hands.
[Characters]: Remus Lupin and Sirius Black
[Players]: Sirius is siriusly_so
[Warnings]: None thus far
[Ratings]: PG
[Notes/Disclaimer]: I own nothing and this is a WIP
Madam Pomfrey didn't want to let him go. She'd insisted that he stay a little longer, three more days actually, so that he could recover completely from the effects of the full moon, let his self inflicted wounds heal over a bit or something of the sort. But of course Remus had refused her kindness and insisted that he had to get up and start on his homework. McGonagall only gave him a short extension and since he wasn't the best in her subject.. well it'd take him more time to do it than it would the rest. So, with a kind word, a whole bunch of her special chocolate and reassurance that he would rest as often as he could, Remus left the hospital wing, looking tired and shabby with not a few bandages here and there he hobbled down the hallway towards the one place he could hole himself up inside and not come out of for the next week; the library. He was certainly having a time of it too, his bones ached and felt like they wanted to break apart and send him to the floor forcing the teen to stop too often and hug the wall for support.
It was miserable, those hours without Remus. They dragged on without a seeming end, with so few moments of brief encounter to sate the anxiety that crawled beneath his skin. Remus...He possessed a bravery Sirius could only envy, and ever was humbled by the greatness of his companion’s strength. “You’re shaking, Remus.” He muttered as he slipped aside the boy, granting him the strength of his body in which to rest upon as he took the lithe boy with an arm about the waist, guiding him not to the library as he so suspected him to be aimed at, but instead toward the common’s. “You’ll rest if I have to hold you down to the bed myself and watch you every minute.” He muttered lowly against one ear, taking the heavy load of books in one arm and with the other continued to grant a comforting support to his struggling mate. “Come on, then. Don’t argue. James’ll bring up your dinner, and we’ll study on my bed, yeah?” So strong…Even now he could feel the werewolf trying desperately to support his own weight, and had it not seemed a humiliating gesture, he might have lifted him completely in his arms to prohibit any unnecessary waste of energy.
"Sirius," Remus whispered and would have swiveled around if he could have when the boy popped up out of nowhere and came to his rescue. He was greatly appreciative of the boy's support but it was far more than Remus ever wanted to ask of him. He tried to pull away from him, a sad smile touching the corners of his pale lips, "I'm alright," he insisted despite the violent trembling of his pain filled body. That grip, no matter how Sirius thought it would help, hurt Remus a lot more than it relieved him but as always he said nothing of the pain and merely tried to keep himself up right and not manage to look a weakling fool for it in front of his dearest friend. "I'm not hungry--I have homework, Sirius, McGonagall will kill me if I don't get it in on time," he tried to plead and draw Sirius' hands away from him but he wasn't exactly in a fit state to fight anyone for anything and so he was forced to give in and allow Black to lead them back to the commons. He hated staircases today as he did every week of the full moon for the last thirteen years. They were impossible to climb in his state and jarred him with every step and he was breathing raggedly by the time they reached the top and were able to hobble awkwardly toward the fat lady at the end of the hall. "Might've been better if you'd have dragged me mate," he said grimly and paused, "hold on, I don't want to go in there looking like this, Sirius. I look.. pathetic."
“Don’t be ridiculous, Moony.” Sirius, despite his obvious faults, possessed the talent to turn the darkest moment bright with a flash of his brilliant smile, and did so as he turned to ruffle the lycan’s sandy hair, and as if to straighten his appearance, tucked a strand back behind an ear. “See. Brilliant.” He encouraged in a jesting mood, holding open his steady hand for Remus to take. Chances were there’d be absolutely no one to greet them as dinner had started some fifteen minutes ago and there weren’t many who passed up the chance for pudding on a Friday night. “’s just you and me, anyway, Rems…” With a silly grin he pushed open the portal after announcing the password with theatrical volume, and peeked inside to prove his theory right. Once affirmed, he turned round, still clutching Remus’ hand, to guide him through in case his stiff legs couldn’t make it over the threshold. Without another word, once clear of the entryway, he bent low and with as much tender ease as he could muster, lifted the weak boy up against his body, and saved him the agony of climbing yet another flight of stairs into their shared dormitory. “Consider it done…And I don’t want complaints. I can see you're in pain, whether you think you’re hiding it or not.”-
He felt like a very extremely pregnant woman who was too delicate or large to handle even the most minute movement such as walking so hard did Sirius try to coddle him. It was annoying at first.. but sweet mostly as Sirius truly did care and wanted him to converse as much energy as he could but it was beyond humiliating when the Gryffindor swooped him up into his arms like he were some bride or princess or other, "Oh Pads," he complained and tried vainly to escape from Sirius' grasp but failed miserably at even that. "Sirius, honestly, I can climb the stairs.." but too late they were up them before he could manage to convince Sirius to let him go. He greatly accepted the bed and once Sirius had settled him into it immediately sat up despite the protest of both bones and muscles. "I'm alright, I'm used to it," which was a lie. There was never getting used to the harsh crack and break of bones and tearing of muscles when one turned into the monster under their skin. And his mind, lord it was terrifying that he must face the darkness of his own thoughts every month for those agonizing hours.. alone and unheard and never knowing what the beast inside of him was doing, whether he was mauling friends or himself.. Remus shuddered and curled his arms around his battered frame, keeping his eyes downcast until he was certain that no shadow of the wolf would appear on his face, "Moony wasn't kind to me last night, Pads, was he?"
Always, Rems, always." He mourned the sadness in those eyes, more so than he'd ever felt for any other being. It was utterly personified in Remus, and projected so deeply that even he felt the intensity of pain seething off the frail creature as if it were his own. "Don't think about it now..." As if to persuade him away from the bad memories, he reached, and turning the boy's face back to his own smiled just as brilliantly as some moments before, encouraging the life to seep back into the boy. "When you're well, we'll go to field and get you a bit of sun. Some you and me time, yeah?" He nodded, drawing Remus close to the warmth and security of his body in what could have been a perfectly innocent gesture of friendship, and wrapped his arms tightly around the small frame protectively. "'s a nice day for this. It's been raining since noon..." Nothing could be better, he reflected, though kept the latter to himself. The truth of it was, there was nowhere he'd rather be, because Remus was warm and real in his arms, and as he put his chin on the boy's shoulder, he could smell the new scent of shampoo and soap where he'd scrubbed the grime of the shack. He was perfectly content remaining just so, reflecting on the things he'd always felt for Remus, and just...hadn't had the courage to put aloud. "Smell good." It was just below the audible level of murmuring, affectionate and bordering the edge of something deep.-
"The sun," he said lightly, "I might melt if I go out there.. you know, just mold into nothing like the Wicked Witch," He smiled wryly in an odd attempt to get Sirius to stop being so concerned. It troubled him greatly that his friends went through so much for him--to keep him well; he wished they wouldn't put so much of themselves into him because honestly he wasn't worth it... it wasn't worth the trouble. But he did greatly appreciate the moments when the boy's could sneak out at night to join Moony because it kept him sane and it sated Moony and when Moony was sated Remus could almost reclaim his mind and escape the shadows he was forced into. Almost. He looked up when Sirius touched him, a smile flickering across his face in what he found there.. that brilliance--the brightness that was Sirius and never as Black as his name. It gave Remus some sort of strength and he envied Sirius' happy nature just then but it passed quickly when the teen settled down beside him and drew him into that comforting heat and security of his body. He was not ashamed then to open his arms and curl them around Sirius' waist, clinging to him in desperation; not wanting to let go until he'd regained his senses and stopped thinking as the wolf did.. It proved harder than he had ever imagined because Sirius too smelled good, it was an aspect of his senses that Remus sometimes enjoyed, the keen eyesight, the awesome hearing and general awareness of who was around him and of course the wicked smells.. and Sirius smelled beautiful, he smelled like a boy should.. musky, like sweat and expensive cologne all in one, not the shampoos and flowers and glittery chemical smell he found on girls.. "Sirius, I've got a cramp," it was a nice way to ruin the moment but what could be done? It hurt. Remus broke away from the boy and smiled at him sheepishly. "I can't imagine James is getting into anything good without us, where's that map at?" he questioned while reaching under his bed to search the place he sometimes stashed it in order to keep it out of James and Sirius' hands.