[Something about the precision of the connection that snaps between them tells Sirius that the statement is not a statement of need, I'm tired, but a statement of-- something else. Something more. Something that glides graceful under the surface, a kinetic force all self-assured.
He knows the last part at least. A strand of resonance which rings true, just like the hurtling speed. Before he was this, ground to a fine edge, wasn't he a little bit that? But always hotter, which is why he growls,]
No.
[--at that guy. Realises what he's telegraphed, slams down on the connection like he can sever it with force and intention. Peter isn't to be shared. That revenge, he wants alone, visceral.
(But it is tempting. But he won't take it.)
His free hand opens, and closes. His grip tightens around the wand in his hand. Underneath it all he feels tired, fucking tired, but there isn't time for that, and stood across from him is a kid with intentions, eager to help, to-- dream. Yeah. He can pick that out. Darkness. Stealing. Creation. Cars, and speed, and between that and the dizzying thrust of his own anger Sirius nearly feels sick again. He grits his teeth.]
It's, what. Magic?
[Wandless, wordless. Deep under the surface of consciousness, a darker depth to plunge into.]
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He knows the last part at least. A strand of resonance which rings true, just like the hurtling speed. Before he was this, ground to a fine edge, wasn't he a little bit that? But always hotter, which is why he growls,]
No.
[--at that guy. Realises what he's telegraphed, slams down on the connection like he can sever it with force and intention. Peter isn't to be shared. That revenge, he wants alone, visceral.
(But it is tempting. But he won't take it.)
His free hand opens, and closes. His grip tightens around the wand in his hand. Underneath it all he feels tired, fucking tired, but there isn't time for that, and stood across from him is a kid with intentions, eager to help, to-- dream. Yeah. He can pick that out. Darkness. Stealing. Creation. Cars, and speed, and between that and the dizzying thrust of his own anger Sirius nearly feels sick again. He grits his teeth.]
It's, what. Magic?
[Wandless, wordless. Deep under the surface of consciousness, a darker depth to plunge into.]
Where'd you learn it?