Post by Remus Lupin on Nov 17, 2016 1:07:33 GMT
One chilly evening as the sun began to set, Remus and @teddybear strolled hand-in-hand out of their house and down the village streets, down to the churchyard. Lily James was off at her grandmother's having a girl's night, and the boys had the house to themselves. Twins could be tough to raise sometimes - Remus and Dora made the conscious effort to make sure each one of them felt special and loved and not as just some package deal. It was a bit more difficult now, but Remus made a point to carry on the tradition. It's not like there weren't people practically lined up to take on an adorable twin for a night.
Over the course of the evening, the two Lupin gentlemen got to chatting as they were wont to do, and the conversation moved naturally toward Dora. Just like with everything else, Remus had nothing to hide from his children. He dulled the details of the horrors of their world so as not to scar them permanently, but he thought they had every right to know what was really going on around them. Especially when it concerned their late mother. And, as was the beauty of children, these conversations were honest and raw in a way Remus couldn't really find with anyone else. Maybe it had something to do with their lack of vocabulary or jaded worldviews, but five-year-olds got straight to the point and damn, did Remus appreciate that.
With her presence already filling up so much of their evening, Remus suggested a visit to mum. She was buried in the graveyard in the center of the village, next to her father. Remus and Teddy bundled up in coats and scarves and took off on a walk they'd already made many times in the past month. Remus felt her most clearly right in their very home, her essence lingering as a form of memory in every nook - but there was something comforting about seeing her name etched in stone, too. A place where they knew she was at rest.
Remus held the graveyard gate open for Teddy and followed the boy in, putting an arm around his little shoulders as they came upon Dora's grave. After a moment, he sat down in the grass off to the side of the stone, running his fingers over the rough surface. Then he smiled at his son and patted the ground for him to come sit with him so they could stay warm in the cold. Once properly snuggled, he asked, "What's your favorite memory of her?" He might have already asked him that before - it might have been many times before. But they couldn't forget.
(OOC: I think maybe we talked about doing something like this before. Lemme know if you want to do something else instead!)
Over the course of the evening, the two Lupin gentlemen got to chatting as they were wont to do, and the conversation moved naturally toward Dora. Just like with everything else, Remus had nothing to hide from his children. He dulled the details of the horrors of their world so as not to scar them permanently, but he thought they had every right to know what was really going on around them. Especially when it concerned their late mother. And, as was the beauty of children, these conversations were honest and raw in a way Remus couldn't really find with anyone else. Maybe it had something to do with their lack of vocabulary or jaded worldviews, but five-year-olds got straight to the point and damn, did Remus appreciate that.
With her presence already filling up so much of their evening, Remus suggested a visit to mum. She was buried in the graveyard in the center of the village, next to her father. Remus and Teddy bundled up in coats and scarves and took off on a walk they'd already made many times in the past month. Remus felt her most clearly right in their very home, her essence lingering as a form of memory in every nook - but there was something comforting about seeing her name etched in stone, too. A place where they knew she was at rest.
Remus held the graveyard gate open for Teddy and followed the boy in, putting an arm around his little shoulders as they came upon Dora's grave. After a moment, he sat down in the grass off to the side of the stone, running his fingers over the rough surface. Then he smiled at his son and patted the ground for him to come sit with him so they could stay warm in the cold. Once properly snuggled, he asked, "What's your favorite memory of her?" He might have already asked him that before - it might have been many times before. But they couldn't forget.
(OOC: I think maybe we talked about doing something like this before. Lemme know if you want to do something else instead!)
