The Smell

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Severus could smell him. The scent was an earthy, musky smell, and he loved it. He couldn't do anything about it though, even though he wanted to. He couldn't get near his mate, had to leave him alone. After all, he didn't want to be anywhere near that dog. Even if... he maybe did. He knows that the mutts mate refused him, he knows... but... why did he have to take his? He... just wants his mate, but it's not going to happen. He knows that.
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Harry could smell his father's arousal. Which... was less than pleasant. He knew it was because his father's mate was in the room, how anyone could not smell them was anyone's guess, but he hated that his father was in such a state. His father's creature was yearning for his mate, but his father was refusing to listen. Meanwhile the wolf was split between his chosen mate, and his dominant. The stupid wolf couldn't see that they both would be happy so long as they had him. Instead he was being an idiot, and slowly killing himself... maybe Harry should say something?
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His mate was here, but so was his chosen. Should he, perhaps, reject his mate? Stop this idiotic debate and refuse to pair with him? Or... perhaps he should let Sirius go, allow him to find another. It was a horrible decision, because no matter what, he would lose a part of himself. Moony wanted his mate, his dominant, and... in truth... so did he, but what about Sirius? He couldn't just abandon his best friend... could he? It wouldn't be right, it wouldn't be fair... but neither is refusing his given mate, all for the sake of loyalty... it was killing him...
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Remus was being weird again. It was like he wasn't here, and Sirius hated it. It made him feel like he was going to be abandoned again, but Remus wouldn't do that... right?

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