IC Contact: Scorched (Lupin's forge)

[lumenrelegandus]

This is Remus Lupin. Please message me here for any questions regarding the Clinic or tutorials at the dojo.

If you have just arrived and know my voice, call me. I'll find you.

Sona si latine loqueris.*

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[voice]

[lumenrelegandus.livejournal.com]

[he hadn't thought of that. He hadn't thought.]

...No, I shouldn't have said... that's foolish. I have no hold over you. I release you from that promise, with the caveat that I still don't think trying to face her alone would be a good idea, even for you. You know I know what you can do. Even if it doesn't result in pain for you, it's as likely as not to be a stalemate. Don't underestimate her.

[closes his eyes. Can't. It's rallying troops. To do what I mustn't. It's wrong. It's wrong.]

If anyone tries...

[wrong]

...I hope they do so together, united, not singly.

[voice]

[sonvisage.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't say that.

[But she won't confirm that you do, in fact, have hold, Remus. She's not giving voice to that, not now. Maybe not ever.]

I don't. But I've faced worse and lived to tell when you belatedly came to dig me out of it.

[There are things she pauses to think of, here. In this small space of silence. It's a road she pulls back from. Mostly. Burned out lights. Flickerflash of fireflies and the glass-crack of broken bulbs. Bloodfire of stones and the stroke of sygils. If I had a stone, I might beg to differ. And yet I---. Best to cut the thought off before it solidifies into intent.]

I won't break my word.