'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 SEVENTY-TWO; all i need... is the air that i breathe
[ APRIL TWENTY-SECOND, 96' ]
No one in particular,
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'If I could make a wish I think I'd pass Can't think of anythin' I need No cigarettes, no sleep, no light, no sound Nothing to eat, no books to read
Making love with you Has left me peaceful, warm, and tired What more could I ask There's nothing left to be desired Peace came upon me and it leaves me weak So sleep, silent angel Go to sleep
Sometimes, all I need is the air that I breathe And to love you All I need is the air that I breathe Yes, to love you All I need is the air that I breathe'
Hera eyed the silver door-knocker outside the newly-materialised Grimmauld Place and laughed under her breath, for she thought she must've only ever used it once before her and Sirius got better acquainted.
Standing before the pillar-shapes outside — her jumper on backwards and inside out, evident of how she'd rushed to meet him — was the strangest of juxtapositions. It can't have been less than an hour since she'd left Hogwarts, gone halfway across London Town shopping and ended up back with him.
Since they'd gotten together Sirius nearly always left the front door open, even at night when anyone else would've been most vulnerable but he trusted in the magic of his father's house — that and he'd likely welcome a struggle for his life against some intruder.
Hera pushed the door open, grinning in anticipation of how he might take her news — she'd planned on it being as shocking as possible, and held one hand in her pocket and the other waving a small paper gift bag in celebration perhaps. She called his name, curtsying airily as he rounded the corner from the drawing-room.
"Missed you, " he sighed happily, wrapping his arms around her before she'd had the chance even to close the door.
Hera pouted, gently rapping at his shoulder with the paper bag. "You're lying, we only had lunch together yesterday, "
"So?" Sirius raised an eyebrow in response, "How was your day, anyway?"
"I got us concert tickets for July — Chilli Peppers!" She tore away from his arms, searching in the paper bag for the receipt and confirmation letter, "Oh, and I dropped out of school, "
