᠆᠆᠆᠆ ❛ MAYBE I wish to remain lost. Puzzled to the point where I'm running through the frayed forest floor with no hopes of getting out. I wish to be encased in my own thoughts and drown, only listening to the slowing pace of my heart and the vein...
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( HORMONAL TEENAGERS AND THEIR ANXIETY )
Miaomoryi had found him inside the Astronomy tower, arms rested amongst the brittle pebbles of stone. The sun was slowly drifting away from their own eyes and she watched as his frame remained still, only his head moving along with the colours of the horizon. She had never enjoyed sunsets. The colours of salmon, apricot and rose faded away in the blurs of the cerulean and she found herself beginning to blush as his mix of stone and aegean eyes stared into her own. The site had been mesmerising in her defence.
The remnants of the sun's rays had highlighted certain aspects of his build - whilst the dust that fell gently towards him made his hair look more bronze than its usual, dark allure of pecan.
She had realised that over the years she had known Remus, his frame had gradually built up, including the fact that their height difference had changed drastically and his arms carried muscle. But she had noticed that with the extra exterior, new scars had come and gone - each one being a greater intensity than the other, the more she had examined them.
Most of her examinations had occurred whilst he would often lay back against the bed, his snores soundless whilst she waited for him to wake up and others would usually be from her inquisitive questions that would often pester Sirius.
She had grown cautious of visiting him whilst he was still asleep considering that the majority of his transformations consisted of insomnia, sore throats and a killing headache.
So she would wait. Sometimes a few minutes or until Madame Pomfrey would eventually usher her out of the room as she had waited too long for him to wake up. So standing in front of him with a bruise, brushed across the portion of his cheek and jaw, only brought nostalgia to her and how it hurt her both physically and mentally when she saw the claw marks across his body. The worsening sickness had also come from hearing Peter tell her that those marks would usually be the ones he would inflict upon himself
"Shouldn't you be with James right now?" Remus questioned her, running his hands through his hair in a way to distress himself. The rush of adrenaline was still there and it was still eating him up as they spoke.
Miaomoryi shook her head and rubbed her hands across her face as an attempt to hide the red hue in her cheeks. "The teachers have got James right now. Mariella and Lily are trying to get to Madame Promprey's room to find bandages and all of a sort. They sent me here to check on you." She had realised that her tone of words only portrayed her almost as if she didn't care about his wellbeing. "Are you okay?"
Remus looked down at his hands. Was he okay? He had just tackled one of his best friends to the ground because he had mentioned a word he so famously was always called out for. And he wanted to feel bad for him. He truly did. So why did he enjoy it so much? Why did he enjoy hurting him? He looks back at Mia. Her lips held between her teeth and her hands still resting against her back. Her expression would change if he so much as said that he had enjoyed hurting him. One of the people she treasured close. Someone who treated her like a little sister because from the way that his family treated theirs, they might as well have been related. James was like Mia's brother. And he didn't want to live the same reaction he had dreamed of if he had the opportunity to kill him and took it.
