effingsirius: (we used to laugh)
Sirius Black [Maraduders Era] ([personal profile] effingsirius) wrote in [community profile] marauderstower2016-10-01 08:48 pm

spoopy shenanigans [ota]


It's Halloween. Clearly this means it's time for shenanigans.

Or at least a party. Come costumed (or at the very least clothed.) Here there be alcohol and spoopiness.

Have fun!



[ooc: sob idk what this is go forth and have fun ppl i guess toplevel and attack at will?]
siriusno: (concerned)

[personal profile] siriusno 2016-10-09 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
After he learns what's happened, Remus stays just long enough to make sure that Regulus is okay. He knows he can afford it because he knows that Sirius will need a bit of time to process and to cool off. He also knows exactly down which sort of self-destructive path the shock of the night is like to lead Sirius, so it isn't long before Remus is stepping out into the cool night air to search for him.

It's a moment before he spots Sirius, his rigid suit-clad back blending into the darkness, feet surrounded by a growing pile of cigarette butts. Of course it's now that he starts feeling hesitant, but this isn't something they can just ignore. Not now that things are out in the open.

"...Sirius?"
siriusno: (considering 2)

[personal profile] siriusno 2016-10-09 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah." Remus' voice is much more sober than Sirius', and the bright smile (so obviously forced, he can see right through you, Sirius) tugs at his heart. He can smell the firewhiskey as he closes the distance between them, but he doesn't blame Sirius. Hell, he could use a few swigs himself right now.

"Mind if I have some of that?" He gives the front of Sirius' jacket a pointed look before offering a weak, half-smile. Just the barest quick at the corner of his lips, because he knows this is going to be a bloody awkward conversation. He wonders briefly if Sirius can hear the way his heart is hammering in his chest. Wonders if he knows how terrible it feels to have kept something so important from him.
siriusno: (sad 2)

[personal profile] siriusno 2016-10-09 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
Of course he knows the Carefully Crafted Black Smile. He's been dating Regulus for how long? And the tosser still somehow thinks he won't recognize it. Remus closes his eyes and counts to ten, taking a deep breath. These brothers. Merlin.

When he opens his eyes, Sirius is holding out the bottle to him. He accepts the bottle and takes a hearty swig without preamble, savoring the way it burns on the way down.

"Thank you. I'd like to think so." He sighs, staring off into the darkness as opposed to looking at Sirius. He doesn't need to look to know that he's betrayed his friend terribly. Of course he knew this day would come – that they couldn't keep Sirius in the dark forever and the odds were high that it would be difficult when he did find out – but that doesn't make any of it any easier. He lifts the bottle to his lips again, hoping that maybe they'll be able to communicate a little better if they're both a it sloshed.

"I'm sorry we didn't tell you. And I'm sorry you found out... the way you did."
siriusno: (resigned)

[personal profile] siriusno 2016-10-09 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
He finally braves a glance up at Sirius, half because the firewhiskey seems to be kicking in on top of the cocktail he had earlier, and half because what Sirius said is truly touching. That he can say something so genuine amidst all the false bravado means a lot, and he's almost able to smile when–

His brows draw together. In a moment of confusion, he realizes two things: the first is what Sirius is referring to, and the second is that he really shouldn't have had that firewhiskey, because he cannot for the life of him seem to control the expression on his face.

Too late, he turns his look of utter guilt away from Sirius, lifting the bottle to his lips again in what's both a terrible idea and an attempt to cover up the look that he's certain Sirius has already seen.
siriusno: (sad)

[personal profile] siriusno 2016-10-09 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
There's a droop to his shoulders now that gives him a defeated air. Once again, he can't look at Sirius, instead focusing on the mottled play of leaves in the breeze, the weak light from the house behind them making them just visible from within the deeper shadows.

There was nothing for it, now. He couldn't lie to Sirius.

"Regulus... had his reasons for not wanting to tell you," he begins, voice low as though he were in a confessional. "They were easy to go along with. But I–" He draws in a sharp breath, hand tightening around the neck of the bottle before he forces himself to continue. When he speaks, it's barely a whisper.

"I thought you'd never speak to me again, Sirius." He blinks, then closes his eyes entirely against the sudden burn behind them. "I thought I'd lose you forever."
siriusno: (secretive)

[personal profile] siriusno 2016-10-09 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course it's because it was Regulus!" The words are flowing before he can stop them, and he lets them go because his head feels a bit fuzzy now and it's easier than trying to make them stop. Better to get it all out in the open now anyway. Better to come clean than keep up the lies that had gotten him into this mess in the first place.

"I thought you hated him, Sirius. Your whole family, I thought–" He goes to lift the bottle to his lips but stops halfway, for once thinking the better of it and instead holding it out to Sirius to take. He probably needs it about now anyway.

"You acted like he didn't exist. You wouldn't even speak his name. And then there I was, falling–" He cuts himself off again and drags in a ragged breath, shaking his head. "I thought you'd hate me for consorting with the very people you'd been trying to escape."
siriusno: (tired)

[personal profile] siriusno 2016-10-09 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Like a brother," Remus says flatly, echoing Sirius' words as something inside of him crumbles. He'd always known it was there, of course, and he'd always known Sirius didn't feel the same. He'd known since Sirius had informed him confidently that he'd decided he was going to figure out how to become an animagus so that Remus wouldn't have to be alone. The feelings had been there all along but he'd never dared to give them voice, hardly dared to even acknowledge them for fear of losing the first real friend he'd ever had. The one person in his life that he couldn't bear to lose.

And now, somehow, it felt like he was losing him. It wasn't fair. It wasn't right that his feelings for Sirius would rear their ugly head now, not after everything. What's happened with Regulus wasn't planned, but it's something good that he would never part with. He's come to love Regulus – dearly – even if he hasn't yet been able to say it in so many words, but apparently that hasn't quashed what he feels for Sirius. Not entirely.

But they are practically family. They always have been, and that's always been enough. He shouldn't feel like he's losing something when Sirius is still here beside him, telling him that it's going to be okay.

He takes another swig from the bottle he hadn't realized was back in his hand.

And then he's moving before he knows it. Reaching out and grasping Sirius' sleeve like he's done so many, many times before.

"Sirius..."

He looks at Sirius, and there's something pleading in his eyes, because he can tell they're on the cusp of something. Whether that something is moving forward and being happy or having everything fall apart around them, he can't say. He also can't say the words that he really wants to, and so he simply says what he can:

"You know that... that you mean everything to me, right? You always have. Since the first day we met."

siriusno: (surprised)

[personal profile] siriusno 2016-10-09 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
Remus stares at him, heart pounding in his chest. Now, he knows, is the time. The only chance he'll get.

"I love you too," he says, locking his eyes with Sirius and trying to convey all the things he can't say. Not anymore. There's an apology there. A sadness, and a deep sincerity. "I love you, Sirius."
siriusno: (concerned)

I'd like to take this moment to remind you that Remus is still in a freaking sheep onesie

[personal profile] siriusno 2016-10-12 02:46 pm (UTC)(link)
It's clear that Sirius doesn't understand the magnitude of what he's said – doesn't really get what he's trying to say at all. If he does, he's doing an admirable job of hiding it. Perhaps it's for the best, though. If Sirius doesn't fully grasp what he'd been trying to say. It's not like it would make a difference, anyway. Nothing would change.

He watches Sirius closely for a moment, scrutinizing his expression for any hint of... he doesn't know what. Finally, he nods. With one last squeeze to the fabric between his fingers – not even something Sirius would be able to feel – he releases his grasp on Sirius' sleeve.

It feels like letting go of something forever.

"You'll be all right?"
Edited 2016-10-12 14:55 (UTC)
siriusno: (tired)

[personal profile] siriusno 2016-10-13 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
Something still doesn't feel right about leaving it like this. He can tell Sirius is holding something back, but he isn't at all certain what it is.

He hates this, really. Hates the feeling of a wall rising between them and being left with no way to rectify the problem. Of course Sirius is going to be distant after Remus had lied to him for so long. He'd brought this upon himself, dammit. He can't complain about having to lie in the grave he'd dug all on his own. Still, he hesitates, finding it hard to turn away once and for all.

"...okay..." As though just remembering it, he holds out the bottle of firewhiskey, half wondering if he oughtn't have returned to the party with it if just to make sure Sirius doesn't finish the bloody thing on his own.

"If you need to talk, you'll find me, yeah? Promise?"
siriusno: (sad 2)

[personal profile] siriusno 2016-10-21 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
He watches Sirius for a moment longer, but finally he nods. Sirius is going to do what he wants like Sirius always does, and right now it's obvious that he doesn't want to talk. Doesn't want to be around Remus at all, if the tension he thinks he's picking up is anything to go by.

"Right then."

And it's awkward, turning his back on someone who'd been the center of his world for so long, who'd held more of his esteem and affection than any other living person, especially with the lingering feeling that something's been left unsaid. He'd said his piece, though. And now there's nothing more to say. And so he forces himself to turn – to put one foot haltingly in front of the other – and return to the party, not looking back.

He's going to need a damn stiff drink after this one.