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[natureinblood]

Who: Miles Edgeworth/bluffing_ruffle and Remus Lupin/natureinblood
When: 3 November. Morning.
Where: The forest.
Summary: The full moon and the first day of Desire's plot has run its course on Remus. He decides that fucking off would be a good idea. Edgeworth has other ideas. Fucked up relationship dynamics are go.
Warnings: A distinct lack of proper clothes, blood, shouting, and an amusing similarity to events in Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.
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Blood. Frozen in the frost that covered the ground and him as he forced himself up from it, moving slowly to avoid aggravating the only wound he seemed to have suffered during the night; a series of minor scratches on his face and sides. It was likely from moving through the brush, perhaps a fall, but the blood on the ground wasn't his.

The remains of an animal - Remus hoped it was an animal, his stomach turning as he attempted ot piece together last night - lay only a few feet away, blood covering the ground around it, and him. Using the rapidly melting frost, he scrubbed furiously at his face and arms, determined to rid himself of it until the ache in his muscles settled, allowing him to rise up and retrieve his wand and clothes.

The death of the animal did not bother him, but the previous treatment of Miles - the concussion and probable broken arm that he'd given the man - made it difficult to not simply sit here until he starved to death or tore himself apart on the next full moon. It didn't matter that there was no wizarding world here, he would not return to the house and put the twins and Blue in danger.

The more cynical part of him feared and assumed that Edgeworth wouldn't even allow him to if he made an attempt. Satisfied that he had rid himself of as much blood as possible, he stood up, walking automatically through the trees, finding the path as easily as he had lost it. He dressed mechanically, robes, socks, and boots. He began to lace the boots up, wand between his teeth.

It was then that he realized that there was someone somewhere nearby. Not the boy, George, but a human. A familiar one at that.

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He could have easily Apparated away, leaving what was likely going to be a very potential argument exactly where it should be - unspoken - but curiosity, and the desire to see Miles, kept him from moving. Instead, he leaned back against a tree just along the path, arms crossed, and his wand held loosely in one hand.

The sun had yet to appear over the trees and fog curled up from the grass, making the forest appear even more strange than it had during the night. He could still smell the blood from the animal he had killed during the night, the echoes of it clinging to his skin and hanging in the area.

Footsteps, careful and evenly paced on the ground grew louder and Remus continued to wait, refusing stubbornly to give in, and meet him. A few animals moved in the trees behind him before a rabbit burst from a nearby thicket, shooting across the path and into the brush.

Remus tensed, ignoring the sudden desire to hunt, reminding himself forcefully that he was man, not beast.

It was beginning to get more difficult to ignore.