paradisa | [10] Shaggy Black Padfoots Action; backdated to just after the full moon

[ While he wasn't currently in the lobby, Remus was up and about, despite the fact that the sun had just barely risen over the horizon. He had somehow managed, despite his aching and protesting body, to stumble up from the forest and into the Castle and was now attempting to procure himself a glass of water in the kitchen.

There's a small clatter and the sound of shattering glass when Remus' shaking fingers are unable to get a good grip. With a rather defeated sigh, he reaches for his wand and points it at the broken glass on the floor. ]

R-Reparo.

[ Padfoot hears the glass break over in the kitchen, and despite wanting to go lay outside Remus' door he finds himself silently padding in the direction of the quiet shattering sound.

He stops short.

There, 10 feet right in front of him but facing away, is poor Remus himself, trying to get himself some water and barely managing the charm to fix the glass he's broken. With a rather guilty pang he realizes that even for just coming out of a full, his friend looks absolutely terrible- thinner, if that's even possible, and the tremor in his bones is discernible even from this distance.

Sirius suddenly finds himself advancing, slowly but purposefully forward toward his friend, on two bare feet (when did he change back?) He stops when there's a scant few inches left between his chest and his friend's back, and brings his hands around to gently trap Remus'. He then gently, almost tenderly, begins to guide his hands, turning them this way and that smoothly, helping him hold the glass, leading his hand to the tap, steadying him as the glass fills with water.

He doesn't say anything. Doesn't quite have the nerve to, really- Remus is the one who smooth talks them all out of spending the rest of their natural lives in detention, and it's Remus who's right mad now. There's nothing Sirius could say that would be good enough for that. ]

Edited 2013-06-25 19:59 (UTC)

[ Remus lets out a soft, surprised little gasp as familiar hands come into view, enveloping his own so tenderly and protectively that it makes Remus' already racing heart beat faster. Sirius' scent washes over him like a tidal wave and he finds himself leaning back against him slightly, relief flowing through him and removing the ache from his muscles.

He does not dare look back at him, though, for fear that Sirius will disappear, that this is only a mere illusion his poor, ravaged mind cooked up just to spite him. Instead, he watches the glass fill with water, his eyes locked onto the hand holding his so gently and warmly and he wants to cry.

He wants to cry because Sirius is here. Sirius is safe and he is here.

There are a lot of things Remus wants to ask him. He needs answers, he wants to know why Sirius left and did not come back when Remus had been trying nearly every day. ]

S-Sirius ... ?

[ His voice is just a tiny little croak when he speaks, still raw from the change. ]

Shhh...

[ Sirius presses his cheek right behind Remus' ear, not quite nuzzling his hair as he shushes him softly. He's already reeling from the scent that fills his nostrils- of the trees and dirt of the forest and of the old musty books in the library, filling him with Padfootish instinct-senses like woods and home and alpha (and oh, that brings a fresh wave of shame, because Moony's had to go two fulls without one) and a new dog-thought welling up under all of it that Sirius hasn't quite put a name to yet.

Mate supplies itself quite readily, now that the source is literally right in front of him. Sirius accepts it without actually paying it any mind, like skin absorbing sunlight, and braces himself as Remus' thin weight settles against him, drawing in turn a huff of warm breath against the other boy's ear.

He notices that Remus isn't doing anything with that glass of water, and finally allows himself to speak. ]

You can lead a werewolf to water, but you can't make him drink...

[ He sighs with just a trace of a chuckle, and moves Remus' hand to set the glass on the counter.

He's sure his friend has questions, questions he's all too willing to answer at that, but not right now. This is important. This is what he spent two months trying to figure out for himself, that he's needed for much longer. ]

[ The small huff of breath near his ear causes a minor little shiver down his back and he leans back against him more fully. He allows Sirius to help him place the glass of water down and in turn, he reaches to grasp Sirius' hand instead. His grip is strong for someone who looks so frail, as though he's worried Sirius will run off on him again.

There's a heavy pause before he speaks again and it's clear he's trying to hold back. He's missed him so much... ]

Where'd you go?

[ He lets Remus hold his hand, only squints his eyes a little from how tight the werewolf grips him. He weaves the fingers of his other hand through Remus', and lets his arm move so they settle around his waist gently. ]

I went into town to get lost... I wanted to be by myself for a bit.

[ His face sinks to his shoulder slowly, turning his face to his neck slowly. ]

I'm so sorry...

[ Remus sighs softly, tilting his head to rest his cheek against Sirius' head gently. He closes his eyes for a moment, letting himself relax against him despite how he still trembles.
Sirius is warm, though, and he's starting to feel a lot of the stress from the full and from Sirius' disappearance start to ebb.

Sirius' answer doesn't surprise him, nor does it anger him. At one point he had been upset, but worry had quickly overtaken that.
He does want to know why, however. ]

Wh-Why?

[ Sirius lets his nose settle into the hollow of his throat and tightens his arms around his friend's small frame. Yes, his mind's made up now. Yes. He just feels so much more okay now that he can finally accept it. ]

I had a lot of things to think about. [ He sighs a little, his breath being muffled by clothing and bare skin. ]

I needed to make sure that this was real, for one, and um. Not all in my head or anything.

[ Sirius' answer brings about a whole new wave of nerves. He's fairly sure he knows exactly where Sirius is going with this, what with the way he's holding him so tightly and protectively, but that doesn't stop him from worrying entirely.

He lets out a shaky little breath and turns his head to look at him. ]

And -- [ He clears his throat, his mouth suddenly feeling dry. ] And did you figure it out?

[ Sirius merely nods his reply into that warm, bony shoulder. He doesn't really trust himself not to fuck up and say the wrong thing at this point, so he doesn't even bother.

He's afraid, or maybe 'vulnerable' is a better word. It's not at all that he thinks Remus will reject him-- it's Moony, for Merlin's sake. No- for all the snogging in the hallways and all the Hogsmeade afternoons at Madam Puddifoot's and all the right things he's whispered in all the girls' ears, this is an all new game, all new subtleties that Sirius hasn't gotten down to an exact art, too much new altogether. This idea of completely offering up your feelings for someone to do away with as they wish is the most frightening part of all.

Scratch 'afraid' and 'vulnerable'. Sirius is terrified.

Instead of trusting his voice, he starts to lift his face a little, bringing his hand up slowly to turn his friend's chin up to face his, and presses his lips to Remus'. ]

Edited (wow that first icon is a lot more embarrassing than i remember) 2013-06-29 06:41 (UTC)

[ Remus is about to ask him just what, exactly, he managed to figure out, before he's interrupted when Sirius lifts his head. He shuts his mouth and looks at him for a moment, caught off guard by the look on Sirius' face. A second later, Sirius' lips are pressed to his and he's glad for the protective grip Sirius has on him to prevent his knees from suddenly giving out of him.

If there's one thing he's absolutely sure of, he's never going to get tired of Sirius kissing him.

He presses into it ever-so-slightly, smiling only because he can't help it. Sirius likes him back and it's really quite a wonderful feeling; having someone you like, like you back just as equally. After a very long moment or two, Remus gently pulls away and opens his eyes to look at him, cheeks red and a smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

To say he isn't scared would be a lie. He's scared, no doubt about that, but that won't stop him. ]

So it's real, then?

[ He nods a little, just letting their noses bump here and there because Sirius can't be assed to pull his face away. Damn, Remus is here, right here, and he's not sure how he's going to be able to move around after this. Right here is where Sirius wants him from now on.

The hand on his chin slips around to card through his hair softly, fingertips brushing his nape every few moments. ]

Yeah. Yeah, it's real... Whatever this is. I like it. I like us. We should be a thing.

[ Yes, he's babbling, but it's not like you can blame him. Sirius' head is scrambling to keep up with the rest of him and the emotions driving his mouth. HE JUST HAS A LOT OF FEELINGS OKAY... ]

[ Remus' face breaks out into a shy, yet amused little smile as Sirius starts babbling. Nevermind the suave, debonair Sirius Black who puts on a show for the ladies. This is the Sirius Black Remus loves.

He turns to face him better, placing one hand on his chest gently and leaning in again to give him a very soft and shy kiss. When he pulls away, his smile is wider and he suddenly doesn't look as tired as he did before. ]

I'd like us to be a thing, too.

[ He can't help but chuckle against his lips lightly, his free hand slipping to the small of his back, pressing his mate a little closer to him. ]

Would you really...?

[ He's starting to regain some of his previous swagger, but it's gentler, and less contrived. He attributes it largely to small familiarities to what he's used to- be it Remus or some bird or another from school, this intimacy is nothing he's not used to. The fact that it's someone he's genuinely in love with, however, softens his normally suave, practiced demeanor. ]

[ Remus raises a brow at him and huffs softly, grinning now despite the deep red blush that has spread across his cheeks. Even though he's exhausted and still aching, there's a giddiness in him that he hasn't felt since he first discovered that he had friends back in first year. ]

Of course I would.
As long as you'll have me, anyway ...

[Chie woke up early, doing some stretching exercises at the lobby to get ready for her early morning jog. Noticing a dog in the lobby, she couldn't help but smile and giggle]

Hey there boy. C'mere.

[Chie motions him over]

Are you looking for your master?

[ Padfoot can't quite muster as cheerful a temperament as this girl surely deserves, but he approaches her anyway, managing the eager sniffing that any dog gives a strange human on their first meeting. He then sits, wagging his tail slowly. ]

Good boy. [Chie pets Padfoot, completely unaware that he's a human in a dog form]

Do you want me to help you find your master? You're up real early!

[ He's supposed to be going to find Remus, but hell, when you scratch him like that... He can't help but wag his tail a little and nuzzle into her hand. ]

Aren't you a cute one.

[Chie stands up, gently scratching Padfoot's head]

Where's your master's room? Can you show me?

[There's another black canine creature up and about the castle this morning, but instead of being shaggy and dog-like, this one is sleek, metallic, and very robotic in appearance. He remembers what Remus had told him to look for, and is grateful that he can clear this mission from his ongoing memory.]

If you are the one known as Sirius Black, I have a message from Remus Lupin, that I was asked to deliver should I find you.

Edited 2013-06-25 19:57 (UTC)

M-Merlin's mum--

[ The damned thing scares Sirius right out of his fur and back into his opposable thumbs, which helpfully support each of his hands on one side as he stares at the thing, sprawled and panting on the stone steps in front of it. ]

I-I'm Sirius Black, yeah, but what the hell are you? And can you keep it down? Remus must be sleeping by now...

I apologize if I startled you, as my appearance can be intimidating for those unfamiliar with my status as a resident of Paradisa. I am an artificial intelligence, a technological being, and my name is Bladewolf.

[Bladewolf just sits down, his tail waving back and forth, waiting so Sirius can collect himself.]

[ And collect himself Sirius does, slowly and with a not-quite-placating-enough rub to his tailbone. Artificial whosit, techno-- Ah. Something the Muggles must've made. ]

And you know who I am, apparently... What's this about Remus?

[ He knows he heard Remus' name in there somewhere. ]

Remus Lupin tasked me with locating you, after you disappeared. The physical description he gave of both your animal and human form was enough for me to identify you.

He gave me a message to deliver, once I found you. Begin playback...

[He calls up the recording he made of Remus's request, and plays it for Sirius.]

"Please tell him that if he doesn't come to see me or James right away, I'll hunt him down and make sure he gets a taste of a new hex I've learned."

[The recording over, Bladewolf speaks again.]

Based on the short conversation I had with Remus, he was upset with you, though this was several weeks ago. It is likely he is no longer upset, though I do not know him well enough, or the nature of your relationship, to accurately judge this for myself.

[ He's torn between smiling at the sound of his friend's mellow voice and covering his nads reflexively. Evans' hexes are bad enough, but Moony's downright diabolical. ]

Aw, hell... He's gonna kill me...

[ "Nature of your relationship"? You and him both, pal. ]

H-how mad did he sound...?

He seemed more concerned with your well-being, than angry at your disappearance. You would be wise to contact Remus as soon as you feel comfortable doing so, as I believe he would prefer to hear of your return from you yourself.

[Just your luck, Padfoot. Chell's down in the lobby this early, eating a plate of doughnuts and drinking coffee. She notices the dog come into the castle, via a wished-up dog door, and waves at him calmly.]

[ No such luck, Padfoot. James Potter has had a bad night of sleep (which since awhile back after losing his son, Arthur, after only knowing him for a week James often didn't sleep well), and decided to take the long way down to the kitchen to get a snack. He's hoping the walking will tire him out a little.

Unfortunately instead of tiring him out the sight of a very familiar shaggy dog friend insures that he'll be wide awake and not falling back asleep any time soon.

He's stomping his way over to Sirius now, looking like he can't decide if he's relieved, amused or livid. And clearly not caring how much sound he's making. ]

You little git!

[ He missed the hell out of you, Sirius, and was worried about you :( ]

[ Of all the-- Sirius was a fool to be cowed by Bladewolf's message. Of course Remus wouldn't really be angry at him by now. Of course. It was James he should've been fearing.

Padfoot shifts, as quickly as he can safely manage, back into Sirius-- he owes his best friend that much, at least-- and puts his hands up defensively. ]

A-Alright, Prongs, just-- don't be hasty--

[ Always. It should always be James that he's afraid of!!

James is still storming on over looking like he's ready to take a swing at him, but when he gets closer when he lifts up his arm instead of trying to punch Sirius in the face... James attempts to grab him in a headlock.

Small improvement? ]

Don't be hasty?! You're not one to give me lectures about that right now!

[ Small improvements indeed. He's totally expecting the punch but flinches, leaving him entirely open to be drawn into James' headlock.

If only out of first instinct, Sirius tries to fight back against him at first, kicking his legs to try to throw his friend off-balance, but when he remembers why exactly this is even happening, his attempts become halfhearted at best. ]

Yeah- yeah I know I'm not-- c-come on, Jamie, let go--! [ It all comes out in choked-off wheezes while he tries futilely to smack James in the face. He knows he definitely deserves every last bit of this, but still. ]

H-how long was I even gone...?

Edited 2013-06-29 05:47 (UTC)

[ Even during the earlier struggles James is holding strong, refusing to let go of Sirius at this point. He's not getting away until James is done with him.

James does finally relent a little and loosen his grip on Sirius, but he's not letting go yet. ]

Long enough that you've lost track of the date, I see.

[ Sirius welcomes the loosening of his grip, but he still struggles to get to his feet again. Not that he expects to. ]

Yes, I did... now c'mon, just let go... I can tell you why I left, can't I?

[ At that James finally lets go of Sirius completely and takes a step backward. ]

Well then lets hear it.

[10] Shaggy Black Padfoots Action; backdated to just after the full moon

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