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*makes a feeble sound*

Oh God, Remus. I really just want to run after him and yank him back by his sleeve - what the hell were you thinking, boy? Nyaah.

I won't quote it, but I ♥ the first part, the first sentence, like woah. Brilliant. And Regulus. Playing chess against himself, so metaphorical. And so dark. And gah. The whole exchange, Sirius' impressions, and

(an eternity of full moons nipping at the wolf’s fur, a thousand smiles from Remus’ lips he wants to keep in his memory forever)

&

In the back of his mind, he can’t help but damn this world in which he needs an excuse to talk to his brother.

Because they are so authentic and fucking tragic and and. *sighs* And Regulus is woah. And cruel, and such a Black.

The world moves again. Hogwarts, changing and twisting, and Remus running, running, the others at his heels, Lily's desperation and dread (I love that you included her in this), and and then the ground is white and the sky is dark and the world has turned itself upside down, which I want, and Remus apparting (plus amazing description) oh my, oh.

Very dark, incredible atmosphere, and so tense. Wow!