capeandcowllogs | we live or endure

we live or endure

WHO: Remus, Soldier Blue
WHERE: Ye olde Moonybase
WHEN: 6/24, late afternoon
WARNINGS: Old people talking about things
FORMAT: No

Blue had struggled with the growing frustration of his own limitations for a long time, but at that moment, it felt more palpable than ever. How much had happened and how many people he knew were enduring troubles? All he could do is hear about it from afar. Kiden, Remus...And even though others had taken steps to help...

He pressed his hand on the window he stood before in the living area and his attention was drawn away from the summer scenery to the tired, red-eyed face reflected therein. He didn't look three centuries old, but he felt it. As accommodating as Jomy and his new friends in that house were, when he was alone like this he couldn't help but feel that gnawing sense of dread.

What can I do for them? Will I only be the burden?

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He wasn't fully healed, but he could feel the magic in his own body working to repair what Bakura hadn't been able to heal. The damage to his eye had been unrepairable however, and he'd lost his vision, the iris and cornea covered with a film of white. No, he hadn't taken it very well, the second time his body had been damaged permanently and it hadn't even been a spell.

Muggle technology.

As soon as he'd been able to get himself out of the bed, the burn scars still visible and raw as he'd dressed to cover them. He felt almost normal if not for the mild shaking and pain that lanced through him as he Apparated back to the house. He needed to be away from Miles' apartment for a few hours at least and it was here he felt safest.

The crack of magic came from his lack of concentration and Remus had a moment to be grateful that he hadn't managed to splinch himself. It would have only added insult to injury.

Leaning against the door frame, he saw Blue in the sitting room, and instantly felt himself relax. Blue wouldn't make some attempt to help him stand or cross the room. Remus was used to being self reliant and for at least a little while, he didn't intend to ask or accept help unless absolutely necessary.

"I see not much has changed while I was out," he said, as if he had only been gone a few days instead of a week.

It was always surprising when Remus came home. Blue couldn't sense his mind like the others--it was not something he intended to press on, but was still nonetheless a curious thing.

He turned, keeping his hand on the glass for his balance, regarding his friend. He had endured a lot so recently, but Blue had yet to see or hear about how badly or specific his wounds were. For what it was worth, Remus was doing well to appear as ever, though there was a fleeting, frayed sense. From where he stood, Blue could not see the detail of his eye.

He offered a smile. "I am glad you are back," he said warmly. "We were all concerned for you."

"It was unnecessary," he returned, easily into the room with the same grace - or lack thereof - that he always possessed. "My injuries would have healed quite well if I hadn't insisted upon putting extra protection upon the library and a few other places. Hopefully, it will prevent another attack from happening. Once I've healed completely, I'll strengthen the protection here as well."

This house was the most magically protected in the city. Only those given the address would be able to access it.

"But thank you," he returned the smile and the warm words as he sat down.

As expected from Remus. He was looking out for more than one place--all the more reason to be concerned with how much he planned to exert himself. But he was no fool. He knew how to keep himself from wearing too far down. It wouldn't keep Blue from watching him move to sit with a keener eye, though; Ruka had sounded so distressed when she'd openly asked for a healer.

He pushed away from the window and drifted nearby, settling his hands on the back of a chair. Since his encounter with Bakura that morning, he was determined to move about as much as he could. Not just to test the extent of the boy's healing abilities, but because Blue was reluctant to let it go to waste.

"I prepared tea earlier," he said. "It...was not as well done as yours, but it was not horrible, either. It is still warm. If you would like some, I can get it."

He allowed himself to rest slightly, knowing he'd need his energy later as he waited impatiently for his body to catch up with itself and heal. Normally it was only a few days, but it had been nearly a week now and he was beginning to get impatient, his skin itching with the lack of movement. As tired as Apparting here made him feel, he had wanted to, and it was well worth the trip to see a good friend.

"Mine comes from making it far too much," he answered, looking amused. "I'd like a cup since you're offering though."

Blue was already on the move before his friend had given his reply. He still frowned a little, pouring the tea. He had never considered himself very domestic, nor could he remember the time in his life when he could have been, but...making something like that seemed to be something he ought to be able to do with a little more success.

Regardless, he gave Remus the cup upon returning to the room and returned to his place, standing behind the chair again. There, he stayed and observed him, tilting his head just a little at the tint of his freshly blinded eye. He would ask of it, but Remus seemed to have enough fussing for a while.

"I hope that surprise incident was the only thing giving you problems, Remus," Blue remarked. "Things have picked up, though, and you show up less often than you used to."

Taking the cup, he smiled gratefully before he took a sip.

"It's good. There's no need to say otherwise," he said as he lowered the cup, looking a bit guilty at having his absence so quickly pointed out. "There's been very little time between work and assisting Miles with Ruka. My recent injuries hadn't helped much either. I hope every thing has been all right here?"

Blue had hardly any acquaintence with Miles--odd, perhaps, considering how close he and Remus were. He made note to do something to remedy that in the future. Ruka...well, his first conversation with the girl was centered around Remus' condition. Another person in the 'should already know' category. There were many.

"As quiet as they can be," Blue replied. "It is a welcome change. The energy here still comes from Felicia, moreso now that she has that event of hers in the works."

"That's good at least," Remus reminded himself to try and find some time to speak to Felicia as he lightly turned the cup in his hands, watching the liquid move with it before realizing what he wanted to ask.

"Has Sirius come back or has he found somewhere else to stay?"

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/ugh fail tag