second waning gibbous ☾

[werewolfoflondon]

[action - 1485 Kramden]

[Honestly, those sword-fighting "lessons" with Crown had been far less "lessons" and much closer to "beating Remus' face in with a piece of wood." The day following had found him laying very, very still on the couch and rather wishing he were dead. Now, he's simply approaching everything quite gingerly.

Going about his daily life in excruciating pain. My, but this feels familiar. Perhaps he's simply a glutton for punishment.

Reasoning that perhaps it won't be quite so bad if he binds it, Remus has left the bathroom door cracked, and -- shirt abandoned on the floor -- is trying to work out the best method of wrapping ace bandage around all of the bruises on his badly-mottled torso. Most of his ribs and abdomen are an angry purple bruise at this point, but the shirts hide it well.

When he hears the front door, he pokes his head out of the bathroom.]

Lily? Is that you?


[action - library; later]

[Torso properly bound, Remus feels far more confident in his ability to venture out into public. Granted, cycling to the library isn't exactly comfortable, but he contents himself with the knowledge that he'll be able to barricade himself in an armchair with a stack of books when he arrives.

And that is precisely what he does.]

Comments

[bespell]

[Lily rubs at her eyes with the back of her hand.] Good for them.

[werewolfoflondon]

[Remus gently tugs at a bit of her hair.]

You were going somewhere?

[bespell]

The flower shop, but my nose is all red now. Such a sight, right?

[werewolfoflondon]

It's not so bad. Didn't even notice it until you'd mentioned.

[Remus offers an encouraging smile.]

[bespell]

I thought the house could do with some cheer. Everything else is so... Artificial.

[werewolfoflondon]

Can't argue with that. [Remus purses his lips thoughtfully.] Perhaps some poison ivy...

[bespell]

And geraniums for the window sills. There is this lady with the most beautiful geraniums in her flower bed. I should ask her where she got the bulbs.

[werewolfoflondon]

You're speaking a foreign language again, love.

[bespell]

I can't help it. Flowers are what I'm named after.

[werewolfoflondon]

That they are. Though I've always wondered, what sort of lilies?

[bespell]

I guess my parents left that for my imagination. If it were up to me, I would be an Easter Lily.

[werewolfoflondon]

Those white ones? [Remus smirks.]

I think tiger lilies suit you best.

[bespell]

Because of my red hair?

[werewolfoflondon]

Really, Lily. Tiger lilies are orange.

[bespell]

Close enough! Or is it the Peter Pan thing?

[werewolfoflondon]

Don't fancy yourself a native now, Evans. You haven't got the complexion.

[bespell]

I guess I'd be too sensible not to be anyone but poor Wendy.

[werewolfoflondon]

Wendy? Lily, my dear, you are Captain Hook.

[bespell]

Vicious and hopeless?

[werewolfoflondon]

Well I was referring to the hooked hand, but you said it, not me.

[bespell]

I do have a mean hook, don't I...

[werewolfoflondon]

The most vicious, I've been told.

[bespell]

And I'm always foiled, if my career as a prefect has been any indication.

[werewolfoflondon]

Oh, you shouldn't take it so hard. It's difficult to say no to James and Sirius. They're just too cute.

[bespell]

[The corners of Lily's lips twitch at that, and she looks down quickly to hide a smile.]