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neutral_omensDate: December 10th
Status: Private (Complete)
Location: Lobby (or doorway between Lobby and Bar, to be precise :D )
Summary: A bit of Christmas cheer
He wasn't sure why he was up so late, or, well, early, actually. He'd been feeling a bit off for the past few days, of course, somewhat nervous and frustrated and restless, really. Maybe it was all of the daytime hours spent sleeping finally catching up with him, ruining his chances to sleep through the shadows that still, loathe as he was to admit it, made him feel strange and uneasy. The room shouldn't have felt as hot or as cloying as it did to him, cold was it was outside, nor should the bed have felt nearly so big and uncomforting. He'd given up sleep hours ago in favor of reading old newspapers of Remus' and doing the crosswords by dim wandlight in the early hours of the morning with a leftover bottle of wine for company. The wine didn't make him sleepy enough to crawl back into bed, nor did it soothe the sudden, animal-like aching for action, fresh air, something that had built up in his bones.
When the old clock finally told him Remus was nearly done for the night, he let his breath go before he realised he'd been waiting. Right. He really needed to see that Adam fellow about a job one of these days, devoted domestic clearly didn't suit him. He folded a half-finished Sunday Prophet on the desk, and then quickly dressed for the purposes of Moony getting. Maybe Remus' easy presence would relax him, or maybe he'd just be less bored with someone around to be bored with. After pulling on the last shoe and not bothering to lace it, he made his way quietly down to the lobby through the now deserted bar. He'd meet Remus and sneak into the kitchen for a bite, most likely, and then drag his no doubt exhausted friend's arse to bed straightaway.
He cleared his throat once he was standing in the lobby. "Morning," he said hoarsely. "'bout done?" Remus would worry, or imagine he'd had more nightmares, he realised suddenly, so he grinned to show that everything was all right.
Status: Private (Complete)
Location: Lobby (or doorway between Lobby and Bar, to be precise :D )
Summary: A bit of Christmas cheer
He wasn't sure why he was up so late, or, well, early, actually. He'd been feeling a bit off for the past few days, of course, somewhat nervous and frustrated and restless, really. Maybe it was all of the daytime hours spent sleeping finally catching up with him, ruining his chances to sleep through the shadows that still, loathe as he was to admit it, made him feel strange and uneasy. The room shouldn't have felt as hot or as cloying as it did to him, cold was it was outside, nor should the bed have felt nearly so big and uncomforting. He'd given up sleep hours ago in favor of reading old newspapers of Remus' and doing the crosswords by dim wandlight in the early hours of the morning with a leftover bottle of wine for company. The wine didn't make him sleepy enough to crawl back into bed, nor did it soothe the sudden, animal-like aching for action, fresh air, something that had built up in his bones.
When the old clock finally told him Remus was nearly done for the night, he let his breath go before he realised he'd been waiting. Right. He really needed to see that Adam fellow about a job one of these days, devoted domestic clearly didn't suit him. He folded a half-finished Sunday Prophet on the desk, and then quickly dressed for the purposes of Moony getting. Maybe Remus' easy presence would relax him, or maybe he'd just be less bored with someone around to be bored with. After pulling on the last shoe and not bothering to lace it, he made his way quietly down to the lobby through the now deserted bar. He'd meet Remus and sneak into the kitchen for a bite, most likely, and then drag his no doubt exhausted friend's arse to bed straightaway.
He cleared his throat once he was standing in the lobby. "Morning," he said hoarsely. "'bout done?" Remus would worry, or imagine he'd had more nightmares, he realised suddenly, so he grinned to show that everything was all right.
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Re: Hee.
Date: 2007-02-07 06:54 am (UTC)Remus may have been good at hiding it, but Sirius always knew when he'd crossed the line. He quickly stood and went after Remus.
"Wait, hold on," he said, grabbing the man's shoulder. "I'm sorry if I made you mad, I was just joking." He smiled apologetically. "Anyone's gonna enjoy a kiss, right? It doesn't mean anything, I know that."
Re: Hee.
Date: 2007-02-07 08:45 am (UTC)Feeling the weight of exhaustion, Remus darted off towards the exit, leaving behind one quietly swearing Sirius Black.