black, sirius. (impurity) wrote,
@ 2008-07-05 06:42:00

shortly after this

There was a sense of urgency left in Cygnus' last owl that sent Sirius' mind whirling to every hateful insult once spat at his Uncle during adolescence. And again, only moments before. "I didn't mean to," was no longer a valid excuse -- not when the safety of the only man Sirius truly cared for was now at risk, and those words would be left lingering between them.

With the note clutched tightly in hand, Sirius apparated from the small dingy flat he had recently taken refuge in to the hallway of his Uncle's estate. It was there he'd now take refuge; it was there Sirius would stand stubbornly, not for the family in which Cygnus represented but instead his own love, fighting tooth-and-nail for the life Cygnus deserved to continue living.

No words were made to announce his arrival, and no noise other than the brisk footsteps it took to carry him from where he had appeared to where he now stood; before the door, waiting.

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ygnus
2008-07-05 05:58 am UTC (link)

The sound of apparition was unmistakable, made more so in a house where silence had long since reigned. With his children having long since set up their adult lives elsewhere, Cygnus and his wife were the sole human inhabitants of a property that was too big, too empty, too quiet -- and so the crack of the spell was amplified, carrying through the halls like some grotesque wave until it reached Cygnus' own ears.

Footsteps followed. That they belonged to Sirius never once crossed Cygnus' mind; rather, with a sudden tightening of his chest, he thought they were the only warning he would receive from a group of witches and wizards he had been expecting for several days now -- ever since the corpse of his youngest nephew had been retrieved. With a substantial burst of willpower, Cygnus rose from his seat and crossed the floor of his study, pausing for an infinitesimal moment with his hand on the doorknob -- and then twisting it, allowing the door to swing open to reveal --

"Sirius?"

The shock he experienced was painfully obvious in a face that rarely betrayed anything but the faintest flicker of emotion, and his voice, when he summoned it again, emerged as a low rasp. "No," and he took a step forward, putting one hand on his nephew's shoulder and moving him back. "You cannot be here." Not here, not Sirius; Sirius who was a target, the sole remaining nephew Cygnus was determined to keep alive.

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impurity
2008-07-08 01:44 am UTC (link)

Cygnus' estate was once held in such high regard by Sirius; somehow, it served as his home away from home, a saviour of sorts when the arguing became too much to bear. No longer. The rooms that once housed so many memories were now nothing more than an unwanted, painful link to the past -- a past in which Sirius had all but tried to forget as he aged, became the man he knew no one but himself would appreciate. The sudden shove to his shoulder was another dull reminder of this.

"I can, I can and I am, and there is no getting rid of me."

Had that attitude been taken years earlier, Sirius couldn't help but wonder if they'd still be in the same dreaded predicament as they found themselves now. There was no proper way of knowing, and so that too would be pushed to the back of Sirius' thoughts. At least for the moment, as other matters were much more important and deserved his undivided attention.

"I disappointed you once, Uncle, and I'm not about to again. You have to let me try."

Said through gritted teeth, Sirius' voice trembling despite the attempt to mask any sort of emotion now coursing through his veins. This would be the last chance Sirius would have to prove himself to his Uncle, to the man he so desperately needed to gain some sort of approval from no matter the years of silence between them.

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ygnus
2008-07-08 02:07 am UTC (link)

The years spent apart had tempered Sirius' nature, had seen him become more Sirius than he'd ever been while still recognized by his kin. Neither of them could know that their thoughts briefly travelled in the same direction, as Cygnus, too, wondered how easily the Sirius who now stood staunchly before him could be removed from the family, as he'd been so many years ago. Stubborn, headstrong, it appeared nothing had changed in Sirius -- nothing, and everything. Getting rid of him, as the young man put it, would be impossibly difficult.

Still, Cygnus' hand on his shoulder remained where it was, fingers tightening into the cloth and the flesh beneath it in response to the tension he could feel gathering in his nephew's frame. "You don't understand," he said, words made sharp not out of hatred, but a very real fear that'd cracked through the shield Cygnus usually employed against it, and now seeped through his entire being.

"What will you try, Sirius? No--" He shook his head and brought himself another step forward, thus forcing Sirius another step back. "No time for this. This the worst place you could be right now. I need you to go. Now."

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