[Sirius forces out the word through his teeth. Tension keeps him on the floor, counterbalance to Remus, standing over him in the dim light of the common room. All around them is the press of other consciousnesses, all narrowed down to this, just this. Which makes sense, in a way. Just how it always was, when nothing else mattered, when there were only three people Sirius gave a damn about and everything made sense, the world, and who he was, and where he was going, where they were going. The Shack. The Forest. James, again, the same sick hurt, and his breath shakes when he lets it go.
Remus looks the same but very different, all at once. Hints that are somewhere under everything. Or perhaps that's the cue that comes of connection, natural and easy only until it's deliberately twisted off.]
I escaped.
[And then, immediately:]
Are you going to kill me?
[--Without any of Remus' calm. Shot through with threads of darker pain. Thin and bloodless and tired.]
no subject
[Sirius forces out the word through his teeth. Tension keeps him on the floor, counterbalance to Remus, standing over him in the dim light of the common room. All around them is the press of other consciousnesses, all narrowed down to this, just this. Which makes sense, in a way. Just how it always was, when nothing else mattered, when there were only three people Sirius gave a damn about and everything made sense, the world, and who he was, and where he was going, where they were going. The Shack. The Forest. James, again, the same sick hurt, and his breath shakes when he lets it go.
Remus looks the same but very different, all at once. Hints that are somewhere under everything. Or perhaps that's the cue that comes of connection, natural and easy only until it's deliberately twisted off.]
I escaped.
[And then, immediately:]
Are you going to kill me?
[--Without any of Remus' calm. Shot through with threads of darker pain. Thin and bloodless and tired.]