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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Remus/Sirius
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Adult ++
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3
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1,710
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Chapter Three: Jagged.
CHAPTER THREE
The fire seemed somehow inappropriate. Lupin felt as though he should be hanging from the wall in a dungeon somewhere, receiving lashings for his sins. Instead, he sat in a comfortable armchair in front of a crackling fire, nursing a tumbler in his palm. He watched the contents of the drinking glass eddy and swirl as he mindlessly shifted his hand. Staring blankly into the golden hues of the Firewhiskey, he pondered his life and his predicament.
Why? Why did he do that? Why did I do that? Isn’t this what I want? Or is it? Bloody Hell, Sirius, this is too hard. I didn’t know he was gay! But he said he wasn’t…How can that be right? He kissed me!
Endless questions, all painful and none answerable, swirled around his head.
Damn it, Sirius! Damn it to Hell! Merlin, this is too hard…What would have happened if I’d kissed him back? …Sex?
Lupin grappled with the concept.
Do I want this? Do I want him? Does he want me…? Sure seems like it. Crap, what if he’s still delirious? No, he gave that speech…What happens if I tell him how I feel? What happens then? What if he rejects me? How do I feel? Damn it!
The questions circled without beginning and without end. It was too hard.
Lupin let the tumbler slip from his grasp. Somehow, he failed to care whether it had smashed or not. He was so immersed in his thoughts he didn’t even hear it hit the ground.
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Day broke, and Lupin had not moved. He felt as though he had been sitting in his chair for all eternity, and was destined to remain there. Now, he stared into the dead ashes of the previous night’s fire. He had not closed his eyes but to blink since he had sat down, but this did not bother him; for he had a mind for no-one and nothing but Sirius.
Friend, ally, lover, now awkward acquaintance? It was unbearable, the knowledge of what he had done to his friend.
The shattered glass lay on the floor, malicious and jagged, a remnant of something once beautiful. If Lupin had seen it, perhaps it may have reminded him of Sirius’ dreams; but he did not, and the thought never developed.
Lupin had no intention of moving. He could not see the benefit of such an action.
The fire seemed somehow inappropriate. Lupin felt as though he should be hanging from the wall in a dungeon somewhere, receiving lashings for his sins. Instead, he sat in a comfortable armchair in front of a crackling fire, nursing a tumbler in his palm. He watched the contents of the drinking glass eddy and swirl as he mindlessly shifted his hand. Staring blankly into the golden hues of the Firewhiskey, he pondered his life and his predicament.
Why? Why did he do that? Why did I do that? Isn’t this what I want? Or is it? Bloody Hell, Sirius, this is too hard. I didn’t know he was gay! But he said he wasn’t…How can that be right? He kissed me!
Endless questions, all painful and none answerable, swirled around his head.
Damn it, Sirius! Damn it to Hell! Merlin, this is too hard…What would have happened if I’d kissed him back? …Sex?
Lupin grappled with the concept.
Do I want this? Do I want him? Does he want me…? Sure seems like it. Crap, what if he’s still delirious? No, he gave that speech…What happens if I tell him how I feel? What happens then? What if he rejects me? How do I feel? Damn it!
The questions circled without beginning and without end. It was too hard.
Lupin let the tumbler slip from his grasp. Somehow, he failed to care whether it had smashed or not. He was so immersed in his thoughts he didn’t even hear it hit the ground.
▫ ▫ ▫
Day broke, and Lupin had not moved. He felt as though he had been sitting in his chair for all eternity, and was destined to remain there. Now, he stared into the dead ashes of the previous night’s fire. He had not closed his eyes but to blink since he had sat down, but this did not bother him; for he had a mind for no-one and nothing but Sirius.
Friend, ally, lover, now awkward acquaintance? It was unbearable, the knowledge of what he had done to his friend.
The shattered glass lay on the floor, malicious and jagged, a remnant of something once beautiful. If Lupin had seen it, perhaps it may have reminded him of Sirius’ dreams; but he did not, and the thought never developed.
Lupin had no intention of moving. He could not see the benefit of such an action.