Sirius was trying to focus on the dim ceiling lamp hanging above him. The orange light might have seemed eerie to some, but the shadows and flickering lights were an anchor holding him to the waking world. He knew the darkness wasn’t real because he was terrified—in the real void, his own consciousness had been taken away from him to the point that he could no longer feel such individualized emotions as terror—but he also knew that if the dark by his mind took him, he would never return. This wasn’t the worst attack he’d ever had, though. He could still sense Crowley, and he still had enough sense to care about what an arse he was making of himself.
He felt Remus grasp his hands, and let his friend’s reassuring voice wash over him. He buried his face, body still shaking uncontrollably, against Remus’ neck. “Oh. Remus,” he said in a hollow voice. “Oh. Thank God.” He quickly abandoned his taxing struggle with his mind, confident that Remus could take care of the rest of it. Childlike and trusting, although still shaking, he let Remus lead him off to bed.
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Date: 2006-07-26 07:05 am (UTC)He felt Remus grasp his hands, and let his friend’s reassuring voice wash over him. He buried his face, body still shaking uncontrollably, against Remus’ neck. “Oh. Remus,” he said in a hollow voice. “Oh. Thank God.” He quickly abandoned his taxing struggle with his mind, confident that Remus could take care of the rest of it. Childlike and trusting, although still shaking, he let Remus lead him off to bed.