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mooningremusRemus really had taken his week with Willy as both magical and temporary. Especially when they'd parted ways with Willy giving no indication that he wanted to see him again. And Remus, who felt as if he'd been given more than enough and had little to offer in return, hadn't felt right about asking.
That night as he locked himself in the storage unit he felt... despair. He was so used to being miserable that having been happy for a while and following it up with this... it somehow made it worse than usual. And somewhere inside him he could feel the wolf's rage, too. It had liked Willy. A lot.
He blacked out as usual, and the next morning remembered nothing. But he knew that whatever happened, it was so much worse than it had been in a long time.
There was blood smeared everywhere. His blood. And he was covered in scratches, where the wolf had turned on itself with nothing else to take its rage out on. His head felt fuzzy, too, and he realized there was blood in his hair... oh, he must have slammed his head against the wall. That's what that spot on the wall was.
He honestly didn't know what to do. He couldn't go to a hostel like this.
Finally he threw on his coat and tried his best to keep his head down as he limped through the streets of London... back to Willy's doorstep.
And when Willy opened the door, the first words out of his mouth were, "I'm so sorry, I didn't know where else to go..." And then swayed on his feet, looking as if he were about to fall over.
That night as he locked himself in the storage unit he felt... despair. He was so used to being miserable that having been happy for a while and following it up with this... it somehow made it worse than usual. And somewhere inside him he could feel the wolf's rage, too. It had liked Willy. A lot.
He blacked out as usual, and the next morning remembered nothing. But he knew that whatever happened, it was so much worse than it had been in a long time.
There was blood smeared everywhere. His blood. And he was covered in scratches, where the wolf had turned on itself with nothing else to take its rage out on. His head felt fuzzy, too, and he realized there was blood in his hair... oh, he must have slammed his head against the wall. That's what that spot on the wall was.
He honestly didn't know what to do. He couldn't go to a hostel like this.
Finally he threw on his coat and tried his best to keep his head down as he limped through the streets of London... back to Willy's doorstep.
And when Willy opened the door, the first words out of his mouth were, "I'm so sorry, I didn't know where else to go..." And then swayed on his feet, looking as if he were about to fall over.
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Date: 2020-04-24 09:04 am (UTC)"That you did, little mouse," he laughed softly. Willy stretched just a little, then closed his eyes. "The room is spinning," he said softly then.
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Date: 2020-04-25 10:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-04-25 10:59 pm (UTC)"An excellent idea," he breathed, drowsy and drunk. He'd been hard but he'd flagged and hadn't even noticed. There had been love enough and now he was sleepy. Considering how light and infrequently he slept, it was odd to see him so tired. "Pull up a blanket."
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Date: 2020-04-25 11:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-04-26 12:00 am (UTC)"Good night, pet," he hummed softly, rolling close to hold him as he sank hard and fast into a still, dreamless sleep.