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DT: come reap
Posted on 2003.25.06 at 11:38
How I feel about it all: blahblah
Soundtrack: Linda Ronstadt - Crazy
Well, whaddya know, OotP has brought the Muse out of hiding for a bit. And the first offering isn't even H/D. *boggles*


It was kind of like before, he thought. Before. The long years of being alone, waking alone, sleeping alone, running all alone with only the round moon for company. It was hard, then, because of the hate, the feelings of anger and utter, utter betrayal. The hate that covered the fierce love he had for the man.

And now, he was running alone again. No emotions to hide behind. Just love and pain and nothing but running, running with the moon without the moon running from the emptiness, looking straight ahead, focussing on nothing, concentrating on nothing but not looking at the space beside him that was not filled with Sirius.

No, he decided. It was nothing like before.

Nothing at all.

Comments:


Miss Cora
misscora at 2003-06-25 09:06 (UTC) ()
WAAAAAH!!!

*cuddles poor Remus*

Oh, I don't know how I'm going to be able to stand all the post-OotP R/S angst fics that are inevitable and are all going to be as wonderful as this drabble...

*cries some more*
try to catch the deluge in a paper cup
primroseburrows at 2003-06-25 19:13 (UTC) ()
*g* Thanks. I just feel so bad for Remus. Just as bad as I do for Harry. *cuddles them both*
joasakura at 2003-06-25 09:16 (UTC) ()
very, very nice T_T

:still in mourning:
try to catch the deluge in a paper cup
primroseburrows at 2003-06-25 20:20 (UTC) ()
Me too. *cries*
Mad Maudlin
ginzai at 2003-06-25 12:06 (UTC) ()
Oh, nicely done. I definately approve. You've done a fantastic job here of capturing Remus' feelings afterwards. I highly approve.



try to catch the deluge in a paper cup
primroseburrows at 2003-06-25 19:09 (UTC) ()
Ooh! Thanks. Remus made me do it. He's just so sad. *cuddles him*
is it wrong to wish on space hardware?
greenapricot at 2003-06-27 05:59 (UTC) ()
This is just beautiful in it's incredible sadness and, Just love and pain and nothing but running, running with the moon without the moon running from the emptiness, looking straight ahead, focussing on nothing, concentrating on nothing but not looking at the space beside him that was not filled with Sirius. flows just like running, the sort of running that's running from what's in your own head more than anything external, running from feelings you don't want to face.

Poor Remus.
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