o1 video | day 415

[trepidations]

[ There are some people in the world who really shouldn't be given any sort of technology or utensil without first receiving some hands-on instruction. Well, even more than is standard upon arrival. Peter Pettigrew, unfortunately, is one of them. The video jolts and even falls to the floor before it rights itself, but upside down. ]

Hn. Owls really would just be easier.

[ It rattles again, and really, wearing a bracelet should not be so difficult. ][ A sigh. ]

Merlin, this is -- well. I... I was just wondering if maybe anyone played chess? I... I don't know.

Something to do, maybe? Besides... well, this thing.

[ He gestures to the bracelet, which only serves to make the video fuzzy and flicker out. Sorry, he's never been very good at introductions, and certainly no good at making many friends. ]

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[doggedly]

[It's not a pain that he has to bear long, because Sirius drops Peter's arm as soon as he's pulled up his shirtsleeve, like it's something diseased, his lip curled in a sneer. He drops Peter's arm and he shoves away from him, turning aside to push his fingers through his hair, his jaw clenched tight.

Fucking hell. Fucking hell, he thinks it again, and there's a sick feeling in his stomach that combats all the anger that's working on him, too, everything twisting in him, and that ringing is still in his ears, so he can barely hear Peter--or at least, so he can barely pay attention to what he's saying. There's an edge of shrill panic in his voice, desperation--please, he says, please, and Sirius wants to be sick.

Instead, he shoves that feeling down, fights past it. Anger is the only thing waiting to take its place, and Sirius turns back to Peter at last, tense and grim--]

Shut up.

[He bites out those two words.]

Shut up, Peter, or I swear, I'll-- [He can't finish that threat; he doesn't know what he'll do. The possibilities are too many. Instead, he barks a laugh, again, short and sharp.]

You've got the nerve to ask me to help you? Help you what, exactly. Help you betray us all? Because that's what you've done. You don't get to change back, Peter. And what'll you do, when he asks you to kill us. What're you going to do then? Are you going to ask him 'please', and that'll just be enough, he'll sponge that little tattoo off your arm and pat you on the head and send you home?

[And he's taken a step closer to Peter now, his hands clenched into fists again, so tight his arm feels shaky.]

Do you even know what you're doing?

sorry for the wait, rl was kicking my butt.

[trepidations]

[ The anger scares him, shakes him to his core and he stumbles backwards, his back hitting the wall. He knows that Sirius is capable of many things, much more than he, and that is the most terrifying realization of them all. ]

He won't ask -- I won't do it. I know now, I know.

[ Except he does, doesn't he? He can tell by the accusation that he does indeed do it and he feels like he will be sick, like he will fall and never wake up in this very place. ]

I...

I don't want to be this anymore, I can change here, I can be -- I can be who I was. I haven't changed, I haven't. I thought it would help, I thought if I had say somewhere else then -- please, just...

[ What is he begging for now? He doesn't even know and he merely sinks to the ground, back against the wall, burying his face into his arms.]