Remus Lupin (
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mayfield_rpg2012-07-30 08:42 pm
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second waning gibbous ☾
[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.]
[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.]
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Besides, I can't risk passing this on. I can't-- wouldn't wish this on anyone, much less my own child. It's not a risk I'm willing to take. What kind of life could I offer a significant other, all things considered? I could be the wittiest, funniest, most loving bloke in the world, but certain realities would tend to detract from that, don't you think?
Unless, of course, I happen to find someone who's independently wealthy and can't bear children. That, I suppose, would be ideal. But really, what are the chances I'll be able to woo a girl like that?
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Do you think whoever loves will not want to bear the good and the bad with you?
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[Lily sighs, her head drooping on her knees.] It's not fair. You can't start judging others for what has yet to pass.
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Isn't it better to save them the pain?
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We can't decide for others how to live their lives. Some... Mistakes need to be made if we want to grow up. I had someone I used to cushion against everything, and forgive too quickly, but he had to deal with the consequences of his own choices, eventually.
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[Remus frowns, glaring up at the ceiling with a rather petulant expression.]
How is it selfish, not wanting to pass this along? Or burden someone with taking care of me for all my life? I've pushed that on plenty enough unfortunate people, I think.
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And who would want to do that?
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Don't worry about me, Lils. I've come to terms with it.
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