fledrmaus·, sirius black
⟨⠀@gryffinwolf· +·𝚂𝙸𝚁𝙸𝚄𝚂 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺⠀⟩⠀· .⠀.⠀.·⠀ 𝙸𝙽𝚃. : 𝙰 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙳𝚈 𝙸𝙻𝙻𝚄𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈 𝙰 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙼, 𝙾𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴 𝙶𝙻𝙾𝚆. 𝚂𝙲𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝙾𝙾𝙺𝚂 𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝚆𝙷𝙸𝙲𝙷 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈’𝚅𝙴 𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺𝚂 𝙸𝙽 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝙴𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴. 𝚄𝙽𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴𝙻𝚈 𝙳𝚄𝙾 𝙸𝙼𝙼𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴𝙳 𝙸𝙽 𝙲𝙰𝚂𝚄𝙰𝙻 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 –– 𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙻, 𝚂𝚄𝙳𝙳𝙴𝙽𝙻𝚈, 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝙲𝙷 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙲𝙰𝚂𝚄𝙰𝙻. “𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙸𝙽 𝙰 𝙱𝙾𝚈𝙵𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙳?”
to be undone by the mere graze of a hand ; to run first hot then cold in a body numbed by centuries of living. he, for once, defenseless ––––––––––––––– oh wonder of wonders. relinquishing has always more or less been a choice ––––––––––––––– it gets lonely at the very top, where no one can reach you. when they all bow and bend, who is there to see past the tips of your shoes ? who is the audacious one that dares, still, to put their hands where scarcely anyone touches ?
𝚁𝙴𝙼𝚄𝚂 𝙹𝙾𝙷𝙽 𝙻𝚄𝙿𝙸𝙽 . . . intrepid soldier of his cause ; a magnificent specimen. vigilant and strong and unrelenting ––––––––––––––– except, and this is noted with no small amount of glee ––––––––––––––– when it comes to him. a spark of amusement ; shift in his posture. the lazy drape of an arm over the back of a chair, cocky tilt of the head. with eyes only a predator has for prey, he looks, and looks closely. collecting traits and descriptors, reasons and excuses.
𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙾𝙽𝙰 𝙵𝙸𝙳𝙴 𝙽𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚁𝙴𝙼𝚄𝚂’ 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙳𝙰𝙸𝙽, 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚄𝙽𝙲𝙴𝙽𝚂𝙾𝚁𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾𝙽𝙶𝚄𝙴 ; 𝚂𝚆𝙴𝙴𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙴𝙳 𝙳𝙸𝚂����𝙴𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝚃. 𝚃𝚁𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙱𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙳 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝙴𝙿 𝙱𝙴𝙽𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙿𝙴𝙳 𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈 ; 𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙰𝙶𝙾𝙽𝙸𝚂𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙰𝙶𝙾𝙽𝙸𝚂𝚃. 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙱𝙰𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙾𝙾 𝙼𝚄𝙲𝙷 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙾𝙾 𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴. 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂, 𝙿𝚁𝙴𝙲𝙸𝚂𝙴𝙻𝚈 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂, 𝙼𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙱𝙴 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙷𝙴’𝚂 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝙾𝚁.
❛❛ oh, you know ––––––––––––––– just a couple things. i’m not very picky. ❜❜ up and down, head to toe ––––––––––––––– that nimble, dark gaze . . . famished. lips in a gentle upwards curve, loaded like a concealed weapon. ❛❛ tall, curly haired ––––––––––––––– sort of caramel coloured, or honey brown. green eyes . . . a propensity for wanting to fight me . . . ❜❜ trailing off, motioning hand suspended in the air ; eyebrow raised, like, need i say more ?
perhaps he shouldn’t have asked exactly what was on his mind. in a moment of blindness and most importantly weakness, remus had felt more brazen than he remembered feeling in any of his most recent endeavours. in this particular moment, taking aim with a gun loaded with silver bullets, gently but swiftly squeezing the trigger of a crossbow and letting holy water soaked bolts take flight in search for blood, slashing at and cutting and maiming with his most trusted blade, weighted so that it was never off balance in his hand as he arced his arm and buried it home in dead and rotten flesh, doing as he had been trained for what felt like almost as long as sirius has existed in this world - but alas not even a fraction of that much - all of it felt easier, and arguably wiser, than sitting here in a cage of his own making, waiting for an honest answer.
as if such a thing was easy to extract from the vampire who knew a little too much about him, who could probably heart as his heartbeat picked up its rhythm and now his heart was fluttering wildly against his ribcage, like a bird pleading with its captor to be set free.
and when sirius gave him a once-over, all hope of maintaining his composure was lost. if someone were to say that sirius black wasn’t carefully and meticulously built to unravel all of remus lupin’s attempts at guarding himself, then remus would be quick to tell them that that was just as likely as if he were to grow wings and fly.
ultimately, it felt like sirius indeed chose to grace him with the truth today. at least for once.
❛ . . . and also mortal. probably not of the sort to bring home to your family. ❜ not that he were that sort on a good day. and to a non-creature-of-the-night individual. ❛ i thought wisdom came with age. and in turn, better choices. ❜
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You can exist without your soul, you know, as long as your brain and heart are still working. But you’ll have no sense of self anymore, no memory, no … anything. There’s no chance at all of recovery. You’ll just — exist. As an empty shell. And your soul is gone forever … lost. - r.j.l.
What is friendship except a soul residing in two bodies? - aristotle
Remus Lupin outlived them all. Until he was at last. Alone.
Death. The shadow of both wolf and boy for years, reunited with the souls taken from him too soon.
REMUS LUPIN WAS NO LONGER ALONE.
indie remus john lupin - anti jkr.
monstrously made. horridly human. wonderfully wolf. 🌕
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❛ RELATIONS ... › potter‚ harry
❛ RELATIONS ... › potter‚ james
❛ RELATIONS ... › black‚ sirius
❛ RELATIONS ... › pettigrew‚ peter
❛ RELATIONS ... › evans‚ lily
❛ MARAUDERS ... › we solemnly swear that we are up to no good
❛ LUPIN ... › in those days there was no cure
❛ WORLDS ... › the best times of my life
❛ WORLDS ... › first war
❛ WORLDS ... › interbellum
❛ WORLDS ... › second war
❛ BETRAEYER ... › when i close my eyes with the stars and the moon
❛ GRYFFINPADS › the oldest story in the universe‚ a tale in which there was never enough time
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new tags !
❛ PINNED
❛ MAINS CALL
❛ PLOTTING CALL
❛ STARTER CALL
❛ OOC ... › finally the flesh reflects the madness within
❛ SELF PROMO ... › three: his name’s remus Iupin
❛ PROMO ... › mr. moony presents his compliments
❛ WRITINGS ... › give five signs that identify the werewolf
❛ HEADCANON ... › he’s sitting on my chair
❛ RAMBLINGS ... › he’s sitting on my chair
❛ WISHES ... › you can exist without your soul
❛ APPEARANCE ... › rather pale and peaky
❛ ART ... › rather pale and peaky
❛ STUDY ... › the quality of one's convictions that determines success
❛ CRACK ... › loony‚ loopy lupin
❛ AESTHETIC ... › furry little problem
❛ SHIP STUDY ... › somebody young and whole
❛ DASHBOARD ... › our pain becomes their power
❛ PROMPTS ... › this time tomorrow‚ the owls will start arriving
❛ INBOX ... › did you like question ten‚ moony?
❛ KEEPSAKES ... › there are worse things to lose than control
❛ SHITPOSTERY ... › loony‚ loopy lupin
❛ EDITS ... › if i’m proud of anything i’ve done this year
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soooo soft for the 'i found you fast asleep and you looked cold so I covered you in my jacket and let you sleep' narrative but especially for the reprise: 'i just woke up after the best sleep i've had in the past month, I'm warm and safe and - wait, is this your jacket?'
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and i broke my back to break your will. i tore my skin to bleed you out. i bared my teeth and i screamed when you told me to smile and to speak well. i am not the creature you made me. i am my own.
𝕚 𝕒𝕞 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟. 𝕙𝕒𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕪. 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕘𝕝𝕠𝕣𝕪.
𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 // ᵃⁿᵗⁱ ʲᵏʳ // ʷʳⁱᵗᵗᵉⁿ ᵇʸ ˡʸᵈⁱᵃ
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