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[31 Dec 2005|02:57pm]
[ mood | pensive ]

He remembered Remus dragging him into Muggle London, years before. Claiming he needed exposure to how the other side of the world existed. It had been oddly quaint, once he acclimated to the lack of magic usage.

Browsing the small shops, exchanging smiles and nods with other patrons, he and Remus had felt refreshingly normal for one afternoon. And, in one such shop, he had seen them. Platinum was bloody expensive, but there were some advantages to his wretched name. While Remus was distracted, assisting an elderly gent, he had purchased the two rings.

Two. Side by side in orbit.

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[04 Dec 2005|04:39pm]
[ mood | sad ]

[ooc: After this.]

He retreats to the room, their room, collapsing onto their bed.

LilyisalivethereisnoVoldemortnoevilnopain...

The words are jumbled and confused in his mind.

He thinks over all he discussed with Lily and sighs. Some of what he told her, Remus would not know--the Order had not included him to the degree that it should have--and he felt he needed to tell him. Once he came in.

For now, he curls around a Remus-scented pillow, lifelovesafetyhome, and lets it soothe him to sleep.

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[24 Nov 2005|10:40am]
[ mood | loved ]

He had never understood the American custom of Thanksgiving. After all, how could one be proud of an event that eventually culminated in the genocide of entire peoples?

But no matter. He looked over to where Remus kept his arm wrapped firmly around him, a soft smile on his face.

A smile came over his own. He didn't need a day in which to give thanks. He gave thanks for each day he had to spend with his beloved.

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[13 Oct 2005|09:20pm]
[ mood | infuriated ]

He didn't have time to cry out.
Moony, I love you.
He didn't have time to say goodbye.
Harry, this isn't your fault. I had to protect you.
All he felt was a falling sensation. No fear, no pain, no anger.

Ground was beneath his feet and he looked, seeing a doorway in front of him. He turned the handle.

So, this is death?

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