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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
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1
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Musings
Disclaimer: The character of Remus Lupin and world of HP belongs to JKR. “She” is clearly something from my own confused mind. This is a very short fic. Reviews welcome!
The eyes. He had always noticed people’s eyes. As it had been with Lily it was so with Her. She was spirited and strong, intelligent and kind yet this time there was no James to steal her heart, but there was still the wolf. The one that was so much a part of him yet so despised. He was outwardly calm and friendly and inwardly repulsed by and resigned to fate. It was the torment he faced monthly like the tatters of his clothes and the wreck of the Shrieking Shack – inner turmoil and outer ruin becoming one. How could he invite another into this life?
He sees her eyes dilate and senses her heart beat and breath hitch as he brushes by her, as he speaks low and quietly jokes to her. He knows he is torturing himself and leading her on but he cannot help himself when She is near. He senses her want and it drives him mad. At his last transformation he nearly tore the room apart in the wolf’s desire to find his mate. He wants to look her in the eyes as he is bringing her to fulfillment. The man wants to see what he does to her. The wolf wants to claim her violently slaking the animal lust gone unappeased for far too long. Both man and nocturnal beast want to bury themselves home. His blue eyes turn to green as the full moon approaches and his thoughts become more difficult to control. What would She see in those eyes? What would She desire and what would She fear? How could She accept him if he does not accept himself?
He imagines that She does accept him and he fantasizes about a settled life with loving eyes that see his truth. Not a creature to be despised then but a man, a kind intelligent man, a teacher who is patient and who inspires students to achieve. One who doesn’t need to rule by fear and who could not for his own need to be liked is too strong. Instead of walking away alone he could trust in love. He yearns to believe in a world where he is judged not by a condition he cannot help but by his character and actions.
It is in her eyes that he finds the promise of hope and life and love.
The eyes. He had always noticed people’s eyes. As it had been with Lily it was so with Her. She was spirited and strong, intelligent and kind yet this time there was no James to steal her heart, but there was still the wolf. The one that was so much a part of him yet so despised. He was outwardly calm and friendly and inwardly repulsed by and resigned to fate. It was the torment he faced monthly like the tatters of his clothes and the wreck of the Shrieking Shack – inner turmoil and outer ruin becoming one. How could he invite another into this life?
He sees her eyes dilate and senses her heart beat and breath hitch as he brushes by her, as he speaks low and quietly jokes to her. He knows he is torturing himself and leading her on but he cannot help himself when She is near. He senses her want and it drives him mad. At his last transformation he nearly tore the room apart in the wolf’s desire to find his mate. He wants to look her in the eyes as he is bringing her to fulfillment. The man wants to see what he does to her. The wolf wants to claim her violently slaking the animal lust gone unappeased for far too long. Both man and nocturnal beast want to bury themselves home. His blue eyes turn to green as the full moon approaches and his thoughts become more difficult to control. What would She see in those eyes? What would She desire and what would She fear? How could She accept him if he does not accept himself?
He imagines that She does accept him and he fantasizes about a settled life with loving eyes that see his truth. Not a creature to be despised then but a man, a kind intelligent man, a teacher who is patient and who inspires students to achieve. One who doesn’t need to rule by fear and who could not for his own need to be liked is too strong. Instead of walking away alone he could trust in love. He yearns to believe in a world where he is judged not by a condition he cannot help but by his character and actions.
It is in her eyes that he finds the promise of hope and life and love.