He can feel her. She slowly covers her eyes. Power intoxicates. Her poison penetrates deep into her veins, poisoning the deepest parts of her body, starting with the damned heart and then spreading throughout her body. This infection begins with the brain, which gives birth to a sense of permissiveness and impunity, thanks to which the actions are not constrained by any restrictions. In Giena, a rage wakes up, which makes you tear your fists forward and bring them back down on the unwilling man. He does not control himself, he simply continues to raise his hand over and over again and to put his hand down to the point of contact with a drunken weak body
The son is not trying to cover himself or stop the raging Dragon. He simply accepts everything he is given. He knows it won't last long, and most importantly, it's well deserved. Jien is never angry for no reason, and especially not if he doesn't get his hands dirty.
A lot of things come down on them - from the bosses, rivals, fans. Too much energy and nerves go away, but most of all he takes on himself, as always, Gien, believing that the leader must close everyone else from the negative, sacrificing himself. Everything dark accumulates and at some point suffices for a trifle to break off the chain. Sonchen gave this impulse to all the demons to break free, showing his power on the guilty.
Blows were becoming rarer and rarer, the power of them quickly left along with the dying rage. Giana's breath turned into deaf wheezing, with the power pushed out of her lungs. He closed his eyes, leaving only darkness, which was a sign of emptiness. His hands were still shaking with sudden weakness, but his fingers were still squeezing his shirt on his chest as if it were the only thing that kept him from doing so.
- Would you like some wine? - the horseradish voice of the horseradish, who looked indifferently into the ceiling, reached a tired mind. Jien answered with a deaf sniff, after which he did not hold back the sob. Tears of relief covered his eyes, flowing down his cheeks to his chin. He was silently casting it like a Chinese dummy, wiping his face, trying to see through it somehow.
- Then get up off my back, and now I can't lift you," said Sonchen, gently taking Jiena's free palm and unhooking her from her shirt.
- Not now," the leader sniffed his nose, lying on top of his horseradish, sobbing his neck somewhere.
- So what did I do? - After a while, Sonchen asked me, feeling like he was whining his back out of his uncomfortable position again, but I decided to endure it.
- Do you want to re-list everything? - Jien's grim response was to raise his head and stare at the man who was having fun.
- Only the main thing, if possible," he grinned, ruffling the Dragon's hard hair. - And without fists. I'll be shooting soon.
Giane was getting hung up, crawling a little higher. His fingers gently began to iron the harsh face of a good-natured hen, touching the damaged skin. Then their way was repeated by soft but wet lips from the recent tears of tears, without apologizing for their temperament.
- It's all right, Jien," Sonchen smiled, turning his head slightly, catching his lips with a kiss. - I'm sorry I made you angry.
- You're a fool, Hen," the leader gurgled. - It's all my fault. You shouldn't have lost your temper.
- I'm sorry I can't help you anymore. Except to be a pear.
The rage went out so much that there wasn't even any charcoal left. Sonchen's peace and forgiveness dispelled the dust from her, leaving the blissful "nothing" that Jien missed so much, gradually filled with simple and native happiness from the intimacy of his loved one.
Day 8. After midnight (Sirius/Remus)
A violin feather was displaying a potioning task line by line. The task was for three parchments, and Lupin, even with his knowledge, could barely scrape together two and a half scrolls, and he still had to write for his friends. The hands of the clock were inexorably approaching midnight, and the task was not diminishing. A few days later, the moon promised to fill the sky, so the body murmured as if it was ready to turn inside out now, showing the hidden animal appearance. The old scars hurt as if they were fresh wounds - there were a lot of them on the skinny body. Remus wanted to get to the bed and curl up under the blanket and cry quietly, hiding from friends and neighbors in the room at the same time, as he hurt. But the guys didn't want to let the guys down, as well as to get a bad assessment, although he was given leniency, knowing about the "problem".
For a moment, the squeak stopped, but only so that he could rub his eyes flushed with sleeplessness. Yawn gets stuck in his throat, Remus needs to pack up and finish his work, and Marauders should write off their own when they can in the morning. And they can, at best, on the Protection from the Dark Arts. Ahead of Lupin is still waiting for a task on the Spells, fortunately, not so big and more practical, but time to spend on it still has to be.
... to be continued in the next part