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serious bloke ([personal profile] doggo) wrote in [community profile] station72 2016-10-12 03:58 pm (UTC)

typos make me feel so at home tbh

[There's no counterspell, and the stolen wand is just that, stolen, with little allegiance to Sirius. It slips from his fingers. Sirius does not bother begging, protesting--the sound he makes is thin and animal and desperate, growled through his teeth.

He twists onto his stomach, digs in with his elbows as if he will haul himself up. Adrenaline and necessity lend him momentary strength, fighting through the ropes that remain. Once on his feet, he will face Remus; wandless, Remus will not kill him.

James hits him, crippling. James and Lily, James, and the grief tastes like eating ashes, grief explodes in him, draws up on his own, extracts, magnifies, tears, like having something carved out of him all over again, worse than any violence he can imagine. Every day, twelve years, every day, and Sirius still doesn't beg, doesn't say anything. It's beyond words anyways, all endless pain, a hole that opens up like a wound and swallows up everything.

Strength and conviction both flood out of him all at once. No fight. Sirius sags under the weight, curls forward. The noise he makes through his teeth is just as animal, a stilted howl, carved out bone deep.]

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