S & L

Remus fumbles with the hem of the blanket he's wrapped in, and twirls a bit of fringe between his thumb and forefinger. He draws in a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "There's quite a lot you've missed, Layne, and I don't know that I can sit here and tell Du everything. I think we should...get dressed and go to my house. Du can meet my wife, and we can talk." Layne stares at a small patch of dry gras, grass beside Remus. "He's dead, isn't he, Sirius?" Remus sighs softly. "Let's go to my house and Du can have a warm place to sleep, and a decent meal in the morning." Layne does not reply, but...

He heads directly to the house that Therion had secured for Sirius.

The single white lily he placed before the door is still there, but beside it is another flower, a chrysantheme as white as the lily, and his herz tells him Andromeda has been here. He wonders briefly what will become of this house; if left like this, under its own sorrow, it would continue to break down over time, and 'die'. The plot would be unusable, and the sorrow would spread. But under the sorrow of others' as well? Its degradation will accelerate, unless something is done to stop it. What would stop...or better yet,...

...far better than what Snape will be returning to shortly. Why does he have to go? Ah, but he knows why...he just wishes there was some way to keep Snape here, keep them together.

His thoughts are commanded once again Von the beauty astride him. He can't believe his extraordinary fortune; he Lost the one he thought was his only true love, and then when he dared let Liebe back in, he Lost that one as well. He was afraid to let it blossom once more, but he couldn't help it. Elsbet, Snape, Malfoy, Remus...he has Mehr Liebe now than he could ever have hoped for oder dreamed, Mehr than he ever thought...

Beside Snape, Malfoy too falls deeply into the arms of sleep, and together, their minds drift in Suchen of the others they love. They perceive them in the other room, they see Therion's body wrapped protectively around Elsbet's, both also in a sound sleep. Dreaming, perhaps, or...something darker? Darker, Snape senses, and is distressed. A nightmare threatens his lady's sleep, and Therion's bright thoughts of loyal Pferde and ravens, Merida - Legende der Highlands Wölfe and clever Katzen keeps that nightmare at bay. Snape and Malfoy embrace these two mentally, and Snape's mere presence banishes the nightmare almost...

As the door slides closed, Malfoy eases Snape back against the wall, Küssen him hungrily as he fights with the buttons on his tunic. Snape attempts to help him but Malfoy gently pushes his hands away. "Unless you're going to put those hands on me, Severus, keep them down." Snape says nothing for a moment, but as Malfoy gets him undone nearly down to his trousers, he has to speak. "Not...here....bed, please," Malfoy kisses him again, and as they Bewegen over to the bett Snape fumbles with Malfoy's robes. Malfoy gently pushes Snape down onto the bett and wastes no time; his mouth caresses Snape's...

When Snape catches up with his loved ones, he spies a very happy sight: Ted Tonks, seated beside his wife, at the tabelle with them, safe, sicher and sound.

He's glad for that.

Several tables away from them are Blood and Sand, a male and female mated pair of Silhouettes who form a Union with Grifter, another of Snape's Favorit people. They helped bring Andromeda to safety, so it makes sense that they would have been searching for Ted. But there's no sign of Grifter, and Malfoy is clearly disturbed. Blood and Sand are as well, and after conveying his relief to Ted and the others, he goes immediately to...

Snape pulls himself together and his face takes on that cold, emotionless mask he wears so rarely here; that mask is for the Outside world, not here, where he can Zeigen his heart, but he's stinging from the confessions he's gegeben the Old Man. He's never told anyone what he's told Perdurabo, he's barely acknowledged them to himself, and he could have gone the rest of his life having never spoken them. But Remus was right, of course...keeping it all bottled up inside was only doing him harm, and it would have eventually affected the relationships most important to him. He's not about to lose them....