'And he's the best fuck that ever walked. He's beautiful - rich, in money and everything else; he's a rockstar to boot, trapped in the body of a fighter. And how he fought; at a state of turmoil with himself - somewhere inside his soul that only she...
CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN; i get so lonely... i could die
[ JANUARY ELEVENTH, 96' ]
No one in particular,
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'Love is thrown in airless rooms, then vile rewards for you Some night on the thriller's street Will come the silent gun You've got a dangerous heart You stole their trust, their moon, their sun There'll come assassin's needle on a crowded train I bet you feel so lonely you could die
I can see you as a corpse hanging from a beam I could read you like a book I can feel you falling I hear you moaning in your room Walls have got you cornered You've got the blues, my friend And people don't like you But you will leave without a sound, Without an end, Oblivion shall own you Death alone shall love you I hope you feel so lonely you could die'
Sirius' cheerfulness was steadily extinguishing itself from the moment the group returned from visiting St. Mungos. Perhaps it was the usual wistfulness after a holiday that it had gone by so quickly or the nearing prospect of an empty house.
Sirius rubbed the back of his neck, seeming sheepish as they had talked, their nightly hot chocolates in hand — with bourbon, usually, "I kind of stole your gift idea from my birthday, "
"That wasn't a birthday gift. It was just a 'Happy Friday' thing, " she joked, sounding tired already.
"Well, you gave it to me on my birthday, so I'm counting it as such, " Sirius shrugged, looking to the floor and then to her eyes trying to contain a smile, "You want it — or do you feel like guessing?" He laughed, feeling unusually awkward before handing Hera her gift.
Sirius was accustomed to spending his money like he hated it — and he did, to some extent, so he couldn't figure out for the life of him why he felt so awkward. He wasn't the type to go and buy gifts for just any girl or even have friends who were girls — perhaps that explained his unease...
"You got me another vibrator, didn't you?" Hera asked, her tone accusatory.
"Now, that wouldn't be appropriate, would it?" He chuckled, thinking to their rude humour that was anything but appropriate — and that kiss from earlier...
"Well, pardon me, Monsieur, " Hera teased, "but what else was I going to think? The box is the same size and everything!"
"Oh, just take it already, " He near-begged, surprised at how many suggestive jokes she'd managed to slip into their conversation throughout the day.
