#electra&remus

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divorced!au, with @faultyconscience || continued from x

Electra leant back against the brick wall behind her and glanced up, also smiling. “And I’m really pleased for you, Remus,” she said, sounding totally sincere, and feeling it too. “I’m glad you found your place, found something that makes you happy.” It had been kind of touch and go for a while; married at twenty, divorced by twenty one, it had been a whirlwind of a year for the both of them, trying to finish off their bachelor’s degrees, whilst all the while preparing to move to different cities, at opposite ends of the country, to continue their education. They’d talked about making it work long distance, of course, but in the end had had to call it off. 

“It’s nice to see you again.” Looking at him, she felt a flutter in her stomach and her smile began to falter. She had to look away. The students he’d brought with him were wandering around the gardens outside the library, exploring. She swallowed and started to dig around in her pocket for her packet of cigarettes. “It’s nice to know that we made the right decision, you know?” 

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“I’m sorry for just showing up like this, it’s just I-” Electra looked up at him and then quickly away, eyes darting back over her shoulder as if she was afraid that she’d been followed, afraid that they were being watched. “-I didn’t know where else to go. I wasn’t- wasn’t thinking. I just needed to- I needed to get out of there. Get away. I-” She was distracted, jumpy, unable to string more than a few words together without stuttering. “-Do you mind if I come in? Only- Only-” 

These were dangerous times they were living in--too dangerous, certainly, to be lingering out on the doorstep. 

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with @glassmenagerieofmuses || continued from x 

Electra smiled. She found Remus’s reluctance to touch her endearing amusing, the push and the pull of conflicting emotions rolling through his blood like waves on the tide. His fingers curled hesitantly around her hips, his lips brushed over her forehead, and yet she could tell that he was somewhere far away- feeling guilty, perhaps, for wanting what he should not have. She knew it was wrong too - hadn’t she just said as much? - but the thrill she got from touching his cheek, sliding her hands into his hair ... It was so good that it never occurred to her to feel guilty about it. Although sometimes she wondered, was it the secret that made her feel this way, rather than the boy she was sharing it with?

“I see I’m winning you around to my way of thinking,” she murmured, holding the back of his neck in the palm of one hand. Laughter lingered in the back of her throat, in the depths of her dark brown eyes. They were nose to nose, and she could feel his breath against her skin every time that his chest rose and fell. If she kissed him now, would he flinch? “As long as we don’t get caught, I don’t see that we’re doing any harm. Unless ...” She decided that she’d kiss him anyway, though she was careful to be gentle- Remus looked tired and pale and she was half-afraid that she’d break him with little more than the press of her lips to his. “Unless you’re not happy, Remus?” A slight hint of something (it wasn’t fear, it wasn’t even disappointment, it was just a breath away from being her usual tone) bled into her voice, but she tried to act as if she’d be unaffected, whatever his answer. “Unless the real reason that you’re going home is to avoid me for a couple of days?”