Thoth is Angry&&Therefore I must Suffer

[sharlan cozair dippet]

She was silent gold, she was rock n' roll

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[remus john lupin]

The Odds Of Probability Of Losing all
Capacity to Function is Hereditary

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[/b] Hoping his voice alone would bring her around. He could easily carry her to the hospital wing but he was hoping it wasn't that serious.[/ul][/blockquote]


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NOTES: Finally posted for ya Ellie. Sorry for the delay.

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[remus john lupin]

[/b] She must have a reason, surely. He had his own. Remus had wanted to feel the rain against his skin, washing away the turmoil inside. At least for a moment.

She blacked out a lot? That was troublesome. He, however, tended to disappear once a month, became sick before and after with bouts of 'uncharacteristic irritism'. They all had their burdens Remus guessed. For some it was far worse than for others. Remus had lots of troubles of his own which his friends knew most of. Frank was helping him with other issues he had yet to inform his friends of. He was pulling away from them, more then he originally intended, but he wasn't sure he could handle them at the moment. He felt the same about them and that would never change, but he had. Over the past few weeks his life had changed irreversibly - his mother was dead, he once had a little brother, he was still scared of what Sirius was capable of and the war was drawing ever closer. Now Sharlan was passing out, apparently all over the place. It was worrying indeed. The war would come to her one way or another. Remus hated to think of her being attacked, or fighting and suddenly blacking out.

He blushed when she said it wouldn't be so bad if she got to wake up to him every time. He knew his own feelings on the matter were strong. Sharlan was a lovely girl and he held not ill will against her. She was sweet and there were few people as nice as she in the world. She was a beautiful young woman. He would be quite lucky to be chased by someone as nice and as pretty as she. however remus could not allow himself to date anyone. Remus was too dangerous and too poor to support anyone. He could barely support himself. His father was struggling as it was.

Remus wasn't sure who Thoth was but being favoured always was a good thing. Judging by the Tarot Cards she was involved with Dinivination. Remus never held much stock with that subject himself, for fate and destiny interpretations were far too subjective. He believed only Centaurs could truly interpret the stars and what the future held. Tarot Cards were not something he had explored though, but Tea Leaves left him cold. How could the pattern tea leaves made on the bottom of a cup predict the future? And really, if he was following the same line, he supposed Tarot Cards were random too. Some things in this world just happened. Struggling to follow Sharlan's haphazard thoughtline Remus smiled sheepishly and shrugged. "I'm not that lucky anyway," He said with a small smile. Perhaps one day he would be. "Sharlan...are you OK?"


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[/i] dress,” Sharlan pushed on the sacrificial. Leave to Sharlan to not care about the price tag, or designer label but simply what it was meant to do. The looks had nothing to do with it, it was the destiny of the thing, the purpose. Many things in her life were like that. She was a strange girl, she knew it too. Mollie talked about wanting boys, Sharlan talked about strange dreams. Mollie wanted an opinion of an outfit or hair and Sharlan wanted an opinion of how straight her tarot cards were in the circle. Though somehow the two completed each other, and somehow Mollie put up with her strange very unfeminine like behavior.

Sharlan gazed into Remus’ eyes. You didn’t have to know Remus very well to know her standard life’s purpose was far from his. He was a wandsman. She sighed knowing she was bound to have to explain herself. She hated explaining herself, people usually just looked at her as if they were bound to call her crazy. By her fourth year at Hogwarts, crazy, mental, insane, eyes, and loon, ceased to bother her anymore. She supposed that’s how Aunt Sibyll got along in life as well, but Sharlan never stopped defending her aunt. She would until the day she died. “Kabalah is lamenting, these are her tears,” Sharlan started. She held the side of her head, her eyes closed once, the key, that key. She opened her eyes and the key vanished. She shook her head once. She tried to focus on Remus, it was such a hard task. “ Thoth is her lover, her match,” Sharlan listened to the thunder and nodded her head. “He is quite livid that mortals would be sporting out in his lovers tears of sacrifice,” Sharlan finished quite simply. Her mind was growing foggy once more, she knew the feeling all to well. She had to resist, she couldn’t past out. She could control it couldn’t she? She bit down on her lip, if a head could possibly explode, her’s would have at this moment.

Her eyes closed softly trying to will away the headache but it wasn’t possible. At the moment the passing out had passed. It was strange, once something became so average to you, you knew when it was coming and when it decided to leave. She opened her eyes to stare at him, she forced a smile onto her expression. “Therefore, you are the one in a mere shirt and jeans,” Not that Sharlan was complaining by all means. No man had even inched their way past Divination itself into Sharlan’s heart, but the man yes he was a man in front of her, came pretty close. It was a one sided like, she knew it, her heart ached for more, and she would never give up. How could you give up on something you liked possibly more than the word like came to mind. He was always kind to her, he was a friend. She didn’t enjoy his company for the silly Marauders poppycock. She liked him for the man who sat across from her in the library, who looked up and nodded. It wasn’t much, but it was more than Sharlan ever received from more than a couple housemates, Alice and Mollie.

He replied that ‘I’m not that lucky anyway,’ Sharlan’s eyes widened at the mere thought. Remus was very lucky indeed. He apparently couldn’t see it. She watched him smile, that smile. The smile that stayed within her heart even when she wished it wouldn’t. It would be so much easier if his smile didn’t tell a story to her. The lines surrounding his face was an open book to her. It was very much like the palms of a person. Sharlan attempted to sit herself up to look into Remus’ eyes. “Nonsense,” She replied. Sharlan reached a hand towards his face. Normal people would never break such a personal boundary, well lucky for Sharlan she wasn’t normal. Sharlan traced a line that started at the tip of the smile, her finger gently sliding up towards the top of her lip. “Instilled luck,” Sharlan replied. “The line of Enia, Luck,” Sharlan took her hand from his face. Her eyes noticing the small crease above his upper lip to the left a little. “The line of Nahor, the worry,” She then traced down to his upper jaw line. “The line of Megeti, a burden,” She replied quietly. She moved to the other side of his face. Tracing a line that followed down towards his chin. “The line of Hudi, loyalty,” She then dropped to below his lips, her finger stayed on this line. “The line of Cuju, healing,” Sharlan looked taken a back and stopped at a line towards his nose. “Thoth,”

Sharlan’s head was banging. She was going to lose it all at this current moment. But Thoth was appearing Remus’ read. She had to stay, she had to. Her eyes shut, she had to prevent the incoming banter of key images. She opened her eyes. The pain was still there. “The line of Thoth, protector,” Sharlan muttered, her voice sounding as pained as she was. Remus asked if she was okay, he said her name. She loved when he said her name. To be honest, Sharlan wasn’t sure if she was okay. It never lasted this long, books claimed this was a sign, but a sign of what? Her wrist started burning again, she gasped softly making the effort to grab a hold of it, holding the place of her tattoo. It burned, it seethed, it grinded her brain into working over time. Please, Thoth, not in front of Remus, Sharlan begged. Thoth was not in the mercy mood though. People were out parading around in his lovers tears, she shouldn’t have expected he would spare her a headache. “They’re getting worse,” Sharlan finally managed to spit out. She never noticed her wrist burning as badly as this. Whenever these happened to this extent, it happened. Her nose bled, ever so slightly that it appeared.

Her insides was similar to a small hurricane. It did a lot of damage for being in a small area. She raised her left hand slowly to her nose. Attempting to wipe it away when it happened, she felt the blackness over taking her. She knew her fingers were numbing for a reason. Please, Thoth Sharlan pleaded in her mind. Please, She could feel her nose starting to bleed and her wrist burning, the seething pain in her head that was taking over her body was quite uncomfortable. She gasped grabbing her wrist once more. Then it eased, Thoth had heard her. Her back was arched as if she had just been heaving, the wet hair lingering over her shoulders as if she had just jumped off the Castle herself. She bit down on her lip hand, feeling the blood slowly trickling over her face. How could Remus ever return feelings to her? She was well, a freak, a mental, a loon, no wonder he never returned them. How could he? He was decent, deserved better then someone that collapsed with problems all the time. “Remus, I--,” Her voice was a whisper again. It had taken a toll on her body, two so close together. She had never felt anything like the train wreck she was now. She was embarrassed to say the least. She was still just an average seventeen year old, on top of the magical capabilities, and the strange passing out. Sharlan’s left hand gave way, and the pained right had was far from holding her up. Leaving her to collapse back into the mud. She buried her face into the grass. She didn’t want Remus to see her shed a tear. When in reality, they were sreaming. Why couldn’t she be like Mollie? Like Alice? Normal as normal could be. She was pathetic, so, very pathetic.



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[/b] Remus asked. He didn't like that idea.

Remus watched Sharlan patiently. She was a cute lass and he was glad he knew her even a little. He could never indulge himself further, but he was not beyond admiring from afar, or up close in this case. She looked rather, oddly, appealing soaked to the skin
wearing a yellow designer dress which was marred with mud and grass stains. It didn’t seem odd on her either. Somehow, the mudded dress the dulled yellow, the bare skin slick with rain, seemed to be Sharlan. It wasn’t like seeing a girl suddenly unkempt and unruly. This was her, though he never imagined her in that way. He wasn’t sure her reasoning was sound, but she wasn’t entirely with it anyway. She was barely here. She was barely in reality.

Sharlan was an odd one. She was odd indeed. He kept still as she broke boundary barriers and started stating lines on his face were apparently good. He was loyal, he did worry and have a burden etc but he didn’t believe that the lines on his face were indicative of that. They were stress marks because of his condition and that luck one was a tiny scar he got from an unusual accident with a pair of scissors and a sneeze. Remus was just glad the scisors hadn’t managed to make their way to his eye. She was clearly a believer of it and he wasn’t about to criticise it but he really wasn’t into the whole ... Fate, thing. If fate existed he wanted it to go screw itself and all manner of not very pleasant commands. Remus wanted to make his own life his own and allow no one else to run it because they had this ‘divine, cosmic plan’ no one else was privy to. Stuff that. Remus did not like the idea that his life was not his and that his accidents were not his and therefore his achievements were not his. It meant he was not his own and that was just...abhor able.

And then she was unconscious again, face down in the mud leaving Remus rather bemused. He hadn’t a clue what was going on but that was OK. He didn’t need to understand to look after her. Remus lifted her up bridal style and brought her into the covered area of the courtyard and gently set her down.[/blockquote][/justify][/ul]