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[Isaac had tried calling every single number he knew, without any success, even if he wasn't sure this phone-looking thing could call the numbers he typed into it, but he chooses to be optimistic that it's in his possession for some reason; he had to try. In the end, though, he went with the tried and tested method of hitting buttons at random and hoping for the best — which is how he finds himself looking at what he's pretty sure is a video call.]

Oh, huh.

I guess this is working? I was trying to call someone but I don't think it worked, this phone is kind of new. Can you tell me where I am, by the way? I'm... lost.

[No duh, Isaac.

He's just going to plow through the implication of the fact that he's missing a good chunk of memory from when he left the Hale house to now, whenever now is. He figured kidnapping was par for the course with being a werewolf, he really did, but this?]

This is too weird.

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[Parents.

Parents will always strike a chord with Isaac, considering how his own fractured all the way to the end - and he doesn't even know how much of it is indirectly because of him. So Isaac wraps the fingers of one hand around Remus's sleeve, pulls it tight, and lets his hand circle the other's wrist in a firm grip before letting go.

It's not like that anymore, he tries to communicate. It doesn't have to be.]

[He glances over at him uncertainly, biting at his lip for a few seconds before looking down.]

They meant well.

They always do.

[Isaac's hand hooks loosely at a fold on Remus's shirt. He gets what he means.]

They try. [It's for his sake as much as it is for Remus that he says it.]

[He nods and reaches out, squeezing Isaac's wrist once. Pack, yes, but that doesn't mean he's entirely comfortable spilling all his fears and insecurities jsut yet-- but still, that comfort means quite a bit.

Ahead of them, the lift doors finally open, and Remus leads the way out.]

There's wolfsbane along the left side, so try to avoid that path.

[He glances back at him with a little smile as they reach the door. Whatever nervous or unhappy feelings he'd previously had melt now; the garden is Remus' favorite part of the ship.]

And here we are!

[It's large; larger than most of the rooms on the Tranquility. Plants from every known walk of life-- and a few unknown-- grow here alongside a winding path. There's trees, a cool breeze-- even a little pond towards the back. Remus beams as he takes it in.]

Isn't it wonderful? It's the source of our oxygen supply as well.

[Everything seems to hit him square in the face, and Isaac revels in it all.

The scents, the sounds, the sheer openness of the place - Isaac draws a deep breath, eyes closed, and he's pretty sure he loses himself for a couple seconds, just blanks out blissfully at the scent of earth and grass.

There's wolfsbane, a livid violet scent that curls under a heavy petrichor; there's still coldwater, irony and crisp; there are leftover scents from other people, sparse and spread all over like scattered paint drops; and somewhere under all of that is a smell that Isaac can only describe as stars. It might be the ship's own scent, he thinks, but it's faint, flitting away even as Isaac tries to pull it forward and sink his claws into.

It's heady, and like a punch to the face.

He feels ridiculous, but he kind of wants to just lie face-down and sleep right there, as though if he did that he'll wake up in the den they built in the abandoned factory mill. Isaac actually looses a small whine.]

Dude.

[His grin widens as he watches Isaac, though again he wonders about the other boy's sense of smell. For Remus, there's nothing so distinct-- the sharp scent of wolfsbane, yes, triumphing over all, and the sweet smell of the trees-- but beyond that, it twists into one giant flowery mess, something Remus can't possibly distinguish until he's transformed.

But Isaac-- Isaac looks as if he's experiencing it all. But that only makes it better, and so Remus doesn't feel any sense of jealousy; he merely beams.]

Wonderful, isn't it? I try to come here as often as I can. Even just to sit here is fantastic.

This place is freaking huge.

[ Isaac turns to Remus with a smile that's threatening to work his facial muscles out; that is, he hasn't smiled like this in a long time, and he's only tried to fairly recently. It feels new and familiar all at the same time.

If he hesitates, Isaac knows, he's going to end up turtling and back out on what he wants to do - it's a habit he's trying to work on fixing, something Derek occasionally (literally) beats out of him, gods help the man. So when Isaac drags Remus by the sleeve and nudges him to one of the winding paths, he tries not to dwell too much on what it means.

He's catching on Remus's scent too; he smells like old wood, crisp air cooled by rain, of - and Isaac doesn't understand how - sulfur and copper. It makes him think of tiny villages, the kind you see on Hallmark cards and on old TV shows.

Isaac has all the questions and not enough words for them. ]

You wanna run?

Sure.

[Remus isn't the athletic one in his group of friends; that's more for Sirius and James-- but lycanthropy comes in handy every so often, and so though he's not some great muscled god, Remus can hold his own when it comes down to it.]

Though I'll warn you, I haven't run in ages, so you'll probably beat me--

[ And Remus is off.

Isaac really should have seen that coming, the deflective jumpstart, and with a shake of his head Isaac's running after Remus, kicking up dirt as he runs a smooth clip.

They probably look like they're prepping for a marathon, with how they manage their running curves and turns. Isaac enjoys it; there's something about running with wolves, you know? ]

[He laughs as he runs, which doesn't help-- and it doesn't help, either, that Isaac is probably in far better shape than Remus is, lycanthropy or not. Soon Remus skids to a stop, laughing even as he tries to gasp in a breath.]

I think-- I think you've beat me--

[ Isaac playfights at Remus, either way, butting loose fists against the other's backs and arms. He doesn't laugh as openly, because Isaac hasn't yet gotten back into the habit of belly-laughing, but he huffs air out of himself really happily. Like there's nothing better right now than running around like a kid.

Maybe there isn't, really. ]

Dude, shut up, you can run. Like, you can run.

[ Erica would adore you. ]

Ha-- hardly.

[He still has to gasp for breath, his librarian-oriented body not used to this sort of physical excursion-- but he grins, pleased by the compliments, pleased by the smile and the touches. Casually he stretches, trying to ignore the stitch in his side.]

Do you-- do you run often?

All the time, during practice. I play lacrosse, it's like hockey? And coach makes us run these laps, it's killer, you know?

[ Isaac's got his hands on his knees, doubled over and breathing through his mouth; it makes his words a little airy. He mock-punches the other on the arm, too. ]

You? You play anything?

No-- no. My friends play, ah, Quidditch, it's on broomsticks-- oh, Merlin, Isaac, I haven't run like that in ages--

[He gets enough energy to tilt his head up and beam at Isaac.]

[ Isaac takes a deep breath, coughing as his body starts to flood him full of endorphins. ]

Guess you should be running more, then.

So who's Merlin?

Me-- oh, he's-- well, a wizard. A very powerful wizard. It's rather like saying oh my god, I'm not-- it's just an exclamation.

Oh.

[ oh hay wait ]

Wait, Merlin like in Arthur? Like, that Merlin? With Guinevere and Lancelot and stuff?

You're really a wizard, aren't you.

I was a wizard far longer than I was a werewolf. Really, it's how I'm more used to identifying myself.

I get that.

[ It's what he is, after all - Isaac admires that he can be who he is and be a werewolf too. ]

So what kind of magic can you do?

Er-- all sorts, really. I'm best at defensive and Transfiguration, though, and I'm absolute crap at charms.

[ ...derp. ]

So are those like, chemistry and PE? What are charms?

Here, it might be simply easier to show you. But charms, for the record, is the alteration, addition or subtraction to a certain object. It changes what the object does, rather than transfiguration, which changes what the object is.

[He digs out his wand and glances around. There's a small rock over to the side, and it's this Remus focuses his attention on.]

Wingardium Leviosa!

[And, quite neatly, the rock begins to rise.]

[ Oh, wow.

No, seriously. Isaac's just staring at the floating rock, all wide-eyed and slightly open-mouthed. This is actual magic, real serious magic, and it's happening. Isaac can barely contain himself. ]

Can you make other things— you can actually—

Holy shit.

[He can't hide the pleased little smile that comes to his face, but makes an attempt at it as he rubs at his mouth. Shyly he glances over at Isaac.]

Any other requests?

Edited 2012-09-29 01:50 (UTC)

[ Any requests? Isaac has a million and one. He gives Remus a sincere smile, mouth half-open even as he tries to come up with just one— ]

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