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worldfromafar) wrote2007-09-28 04:32 pm
worldfromafar) wrote2007-09-28 04:32 pm
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In the infirmary...
After this, and this. Open for RP, in case anyone wants to visit him. :)
PS: Even if he returns to the cottage with Tonks eventually for a few days, Remus can still receive visitors here or in the comm. <3
While he sleeps he can still hear him. He can hear his howls, and the snarls. The growling. Often he can still even feel the claws as they dig through his chest, the fangs as they bite into his throat and the way they rip his shoulder apart.
It all seems so real while he sleeps that, once he manages to wake up, it's hard to remember that it's over. That Fenrir Greyback is dead and that it's time to move on. Get better. Get out of here. That's what is important, isn't it?
Except, as his breathing returns back to normal after each dream and he does all he can to ignore the pain that ebbs and flows steadily throughout his body, his thoughts start to plague him. What if Fenrir hadn't died? And if he was dead... So many that were once dead were back once more. He himself had been dead not that long ago, hadn't he? So what, exactly, assured him that Fenrir wouldn't be back?
Perhaps it's because of those thoughts that he can't feel happy of his victory. He feels relief, sure, but there's not much more past that. Maybe it would come later, once his body stops aching over the smallest movement. Maybe it would sneak up to him at the most random moment.
Maybe it wouldn't even come.
But it's over, he reminds himself. For now that is all he tries to concentrate on. That, and the fact that in a couple of days he would be going home to finish recuperating if they managed to convince Poppy to let him go. Merlin, and he's certainly hoping that she'll do that because he already feels claustrophobic even if he has barely been there for a couple of days.
Not feeling tired enough to fall back asleep, Remus just stays where he is and stares blankly up at the ceiling as thoughts continue to take over.
PS: Even if he returns to the cottage with Tonks eventually for a few days, Remus can still receive visitors here or in the comm. <3
While he sleeps he can still hear him. He can hear his howls, and the snarls. The growling. Often he can still even feel the claws as they dig through his chest, the fangs as they bite into his throat and the way they rip his shoulder apart.
It all seems so real while he sleeps that, once he manages to wake up, it's hard to remember that it's over. That Fenrir Greyback is dead and that it's time to move on. Get better. Get out of here. That's what is important, isn't it?
Except, as his breathing returns back to normal after each dream and he does all he can to ignore the pain that ebbs and flows steadily throughout his body, his thoughts start to plague him. What if Fenrir hadn't died? And if he was dead... So many that were once dead were back once more. He himself had been dead not that long ago, hadn't he? So what, exactly, assured him that Fenrir wouldn't be back?
Perhaps it's because of those thoughts that he can't feel happy of his victory. He feels relief, sure, but there's not much more past that. Maybe it would come later, once his body stops aching over the smallest movement. Maybe it would sneak up to him at the most random moment.
Maybe it wouldn't even come.
But it's over, he reminds himself. For now that is all he tries to concentrate on. That, and the fact that in a couple of days he would be going home to finish recuperating if they managed to convince Poppy to let him go. Merlin, and he's certainly hoping that she'll do that because he already feels claustrophobic even if he has barely been there for a couple of days.
Not feeling tired enough to fall back asleep, Remus just stays where he is and stares blankly up at the ceiling as thoughts continue to take over.
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He grinned and shrugged a little. "Come on, though. Wouldn't you put up with a few boils on your arse if it would end up working to benefit yourself and your fellow werewolves? That was always the best angle. Nearly anyone who was brave enough to volunteer for experimental potion testing in the first place was in it to help others. That's why I don't particularly care if Belby got his recognition by using my work. I wasn't looking for fame; I just wanted to help."
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Taking another slow deep breath, he adjusted his position slightly to get comfortable. "...I would put up with all that, yes." He paused for a moment, looking away briefly. "At first I am not sure I would be so willing, however, simply because I still remember all those...experiments that were done when I was a child and my parents insisted on a cure."
He gave a small shrug with his good shoulder before turning to him with a somewhat guilty expression. "It's somewhat difficult to move past that at first," he explained, "but eventually I manage to." A beat. "But if there are any experiments that can be done to figure out if Dark Magic really is affecting my transformations, in case that is the reason why we're back, then by all means we need to do them. As soon as possible, too."