#c; remus

[dorcasrises]

where: selwyn townhouse with: @lamoonlux​ | remus

dorcas was exhausted. more exhausted than usual which, frankly, was saying something. as a girl who was obsessed with perfection, obsessed with being the best, obsessed with needing to be more, she had always pushed herself to absolute exhaustion. during hogwarts, it was more common than not to find dorcas collapsed in a corner of the castle after a week bender of barely sleeping, hidden booze, and mountains and mountains of digested books, texts, and tomes. she’d never known what a limit was. dorcas meadowes didn’t need limits. she did, however, occasionally need a nap. “I’m asleep.” she mumbled to the door as it opened. “ignore the talking woman behind the curtain.”

[dingledorcas]

where; hogsmeade with; @loopsgarou​

“y’ow!” dorcas hopped back quickly. “by all that is good and magical, remus lupin, I swear if you step on my foot one more time...” that being said, dorcas didn’t take her arm away from his back. it was obvious he needed all the support that he could get and his squadron of heathens were no where to be found yet. heels were hard to walk in. “we’re almost to the three broomsticks. power through, or here-” she reached to her belt, hidden carefully behind the whipped rolled up and attached to her and produced a small black flask. “-numb the pain, hot stuff. we’ve got too much to do.”

[hauntedblonde]

where; the courtyard with; @loopsgarou​

the sounds of her schoolmates surrounded her. the day was nice and cloudless and still warm enough in the sunshine to go without a sweater. narcissa sat on the edge of the center fountain and feigned deep interest in a book about runes. she’d been thinking about the masquerade for hours now, still bothered by the masked mind she could not enter. a face across the green caught her attention. those were the same eyes. narcissa furrowed her brows and snapped the cover of her book shut. that did not bode well for her. narcissa stood, smoothed her skirt out, and crossed the distance between them. “you have been friends with my cousin for quite some time, and it would appear that I know so little about you. I had no idea you were such a fine dancer.”

[aandag]

Emotional Support Hellhound~×

A cold nose nudges under a low-hanging hand and a gentle whine can be heard as well as a soft, steady thump-thump of the hellhound's tail as he crawls closer. As far as hellhounds go he's on the small end, by far, but at least this one seems friendly. His coat is a traditional abyssal black and his eyes burn orange and red like embers. Two curved horns sprout from his head, pointed back between almost obnoxiously-tall ears. Where did he come from, though? There is a note stuffed under his collar, and the ink's color is a suspect shade of ruddy brown. The note reads:

'Hello, this is Remus. He means no harm and is a very gentle soul. He can speak and appear human, but we figured this would be less alarming.'

[odettcss]

Being twenty-seven, it turned out, was not all that different to being twenty-six. But then again, Odette wondered, when was the last time she’d ever been excited for a birthday? Besides, she had more important things to worry about.

The weird double life she had been living; spending her nights in the dingy White Wyvern, and her days scrounging supplies for the pack, was beginning to take it’s toll. Thank God they were finally heading out of winter. The incoming warmer weather would no doubt make everything a lot easier. It was why she’d been so eager to catch up with Remus when he’d reached out. With Xio gone for now, he was really the only one she had had left.

“So,” She sighed, walking up to the table where Remus was sitting. “You said you had news. Please tell me it’s good, because if it’s about the other pack again I don’t want to hear it.”

@remuslxpns

[flammablelife]

Dress me up in chameleon skin I don't wanna remember who I've been

Chameleon Skin -- The Flatliners

[ellinesxmageiaxlykoi]

{ @misunderstoodcreatures | wolfstar; plot inspired by this fic which everyone should go read rn }

“I never thought that great Sirius Black would have been thwarted by a curtain,” Remus said, his tone light even as he remembered how broken he had felt after Sirius had passed through the veil. He began reaching his hand towards his old friend, his former lover, before his gaze fell to the band on his ring finger and he let his hand fall. “I’m glad you’re...you’re back and okay. I missed you and Rosie needs you.” It would be nice to have someone else on watch now when it came to her and Severus.

[aandag]

~ @caelidesuper

Remus clapped a hand over his mouth as Barachiel pointed to the embers, cheeks turning pink. He'd never quite learned control as much as he, maybe, should have. So far he'd gotten by on luck, but that probably wouldn't last forever. He knew his high energy could grate on nerves.

"I haven't lit anything on fire... today." Remus pointed out, words muffled behind his hand.