[visual | Outside Sanctuary]

[apackofone]

"Hello everyone," Remus welcomes with a small smile. "I've been reconsidering my self imposed exile and I've been convinced that perhaps I was misguided in my actions.

"So, I'm outside of Sanctuary, with freshly caught and butchered meats, gathered seeds and fruits and herbs, a few home brew potions and the like. If you want any goods or if there's anything I can do for you, I'll be here all day. I have training in medical magics, transfiguration, transportation and the like."

He cuts the message off, not really sure what else to say. And settles down onto the bench in the shade of a tree.

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[thepersianyouth]

In brief: here is something you don't see every day.

Bagoas.

Running for Remus like something straight off the History Channel.

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[apackofone]

Remus doesn't run to meet him. Instead, he stands and braces himself for the impact of Bagoas hurtling into him at full speed.

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[thepersianyouth]

To be fair, Bagoas is a bit more aware of appearances than just throwing himself at anyone, no matter that he might want to. He slows down a pace, until he's walking fast the last few feet; then sinking to his knees, he clasps his hands in pleading.

"Please, Remus, I beg of you, I was a fool to speak to you the way I did, can you ever forgive me?" It's a small wonder his voice doesn't tremble more than it does.

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[apackofone]

"No, no, no, don't apologise." He drops down to his knees, wincing as they groan in protest, and sweeping Bagoas up into a hug. "No apologies, I was wrong to cut everyone off, especially you."

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[thepersianyouth]

He goes easily, arms around Remus' neck, his face pressed to his neck and the folds of fabric there; then cheek to cheek in a soft nuzzle over unkempt beard; he needs a moment to soak it all in, to believe Remus is actually there, in the flesh, and not hiding away in his house.

"I had no right," he hiccups. "No right at all to be so cruel after everything you've done for me."

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[apackofone]

"I had hurt you. I understand completely." He holds him tightly, hands in his clothing and scenting him, the familiar scents that he knew.

[thepersianyouth]

He says nothing for a little while, just staying curled up and safe within the embrace. "I've missed you. I've missed your patience, and your counsel and your generosity. I miss you."

[apackofone]

"You've got me, right here, right now. I promise." He keeps holding the young man, tight and close. "I've missed you too."

[thepersianyouth]

"Can I come over for tea again?" He asks, leaning back to search his friend's face. "I won't come alone, I swear. I won't violate your conditions."

[apackofone]

"Any time you want. And if you come alone, then we'll just open the trapdoor and if anything goes wrong, you can help push me down there before I can hurt you." He gives Bagoas a small, tentative smile.

[thepersianyouth]

Bagoas' lips quiver, but he returns the smile bursting with gratitude, nodding with excitement. Then he lifts his hands, cupping Remus' stubbled, scruffy, lovely face and presses a kiss to each cheek.

"I am stronger than I seem. I traversed a desert and lived, when far bigger men succumbed to the sands; helping you is a far easier task, I am sure of it."

[apackofone]

"I know, I know. But I fear. I worry. It's first nature to me." He flushes happily at the kisses and hugs Bagoas again. It's nice to hug people again.

[thepersianyouth]

Arms around his neck, Bagoas folds easily into another hug, relieved and elated that what harm he did may be healed yet.

"I wouldn't want you to change. All I ask is that you trust me."

[apackofone]

Remus just couldn't hold anything against Bagoas, especially not being hurt by his own, hurtful actions.

"I do. It's me I don't trust."

[thepersianyouth]

"You're not alone any more," he whispers, cheek to cheek, brushing the tip of his nose over Remus' moderate sideburn.

"We work together, and at the first sign of anything untoward, we'll take suitable action. You have friends now, who will gladly support you any way they're able."

[apackofone]

He nods slowly, fingers tightening on Bagoas's body. He's still shaken by Jason's reading and this is just driving it home further. "I don't want you to die," he whispers.

[thepersianyouth]

"Death is a camel that lies down at every door," he says with a tone of calm reasoning. "When my time comes, I shall die happily, having lived a long life; a full life.

"I won't die at your hands, my dear Remus. But for the sake of your peace of mind, we shall take every precaution."

[apackofone]

"All my friends die," he whispers. "Even Sirius, he's not dead, but my friend is." He shivers and clutches briefly tighter before releasing him.

[thepersianyouth]

"I am sorry," he says, sitting back, cushioned by his calves and curved feet. He doesn't release his friend, maintaining touch by letting his hands rest on his knees.

"It is a cruel life you've led, Remus. I cannot undo your past...but I'll be part of your future, as much as you'll allow."

[apackofone]

He nods. "I'm sorry. I'm a bit of a wreck, Jason's reading, it, it hit a nerve that refuses to numb."

[thepersianyouth]

"Sir Blood?" Keeping his face carefully neutral, someone like Remus, who knows Bagoas fairly well, would have little problem picking up the knee-jerk distrust at the mention of the name.

...and that's not even counting Remus' nose.

"I have made his acquaintance, if only under strictly professional circumstances. He was helpful during our excursion away from the city. He has upset you?"

[apackofone]

"Oh, no, not him, not personally." He can feel the tension under his fingers, Bagoas' body coiling with it. "He did a reading and, it brought up something which never seems to heal."

[thepersianyouth]

"A reading?" He blinks, eyes wide open from surprise as the term registers on its second voicing. "Do you mean to tell me he is an Oracle?"

[apackofone]

He nods. "Yes. In my world, we call it the Sight. He doesn't necessarily see the future but... he sees the truth. The past. The present. Suggestions of what might happen.

"He saw my past. A couple of things in particular that, I suppose, I feel guilty and hurt about."

[thepersianyouth]

"The Oracles see what the Oracles see. They may control it as little as the lion controls the winds."

Taking a deep breath, he lets an impulse twine his fingers with Remus' calloused hands. "Perhaps...you needed to hear it."