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Sing Along Forever	By : JBankai89 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Remus/Sirius Views: 3825 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 8
- 9
- 10
A/N: I am so sorry for the delay with posting this. This has by far been the biggest pain in my ass because I hit a certain point in it my brain just shut down and I got killer writer's block.
This is technically the final chapter, the following one is the Epilogue, which I'm posting at the same time, because generally Epilogues are shorter, so waiting a few weeks for it didn't seem fair, especially when getting my brain to work on this was like pulling teeth. Please enjoy, and thanks for reading(and for being patient with me!). :)
Chapter 9 – Anchors Aweigh

Anchors aweigh my friends, I'll see you another day
I'm going away, experiences have to come
And the past has got to go
Back into our dreams
Anchors Aweigh – The Bouncing Souls

In the weeks to come, Remus spent an inordinate amount of time reassuring himself about Sirius's impending trip to America.

It'll be fine, Sirius isn't one to stray.

It'll be fine, it's only for six weeks. That isn't very long.

It'll be fine, you still have two months until he has to leave.

But time was a funny thing, and Remus found that the more he tried to cling to the time that he had left with Sirius, the faster it seemed to drain away. It was somewhat of a relief that Harry seemed to be suffering similarly, and he seemed positively distraught that his godfather was taking off for a few weeks.

“B-but that's a really long time, Uncle Sirius,” Harry sniffed, “Forty-four days is a long time. Can I come with you?”

Remus chuckled at the little boy on Sirius's knee, and Moony wandered into the sitting room where the trio had congregated. He seemed to sense Harry's anguish and made a beeline for the little boy, promptly resting his enormous head in Harry's lap. It was two days before Sirius was due to leave, and as the realization that Sirius was taking off became more real, Harry had begun to ask Sirius if he could accompany him more and more often.

“I wish I could, Harry, but your mum and dad would kill me,” Sirius replied while he reached down to ruffle Moony's fur, “besides, you need to stick around to make sure Remus doesn't get too lonely.”

Harry wiped his eyes and reached down for Moony, whose tail thumped loudly against the side of the sofa at all the attention he was getting.

“I can come over every day and play with Moony, right Remus?” Harry asked, his eyes wide and gleaming hopefully.

“'Course you can,” Remus answered at once with a soft chuckle, and Harry looked like Remus had just informed him that he'd won the lottery. Harry mimicked Sirius by ruffling the dog's thick fur, and grinned when Moony poked out the tip of his tongue to lick the back of his hand.

As evening began to set in, Sirius got up and shepherded Harry towards the door, pausing long enough to kiss Remus goodbye while Harry pulled on his rain jacket by himself.

“I'll be by later, the band needs to go over some stuff, but I should be here before nine, yeah?” The glint in Sirius's eye told Remus that he had one thing on his mind, and he grinned a little as he leant in to kiss him again.

“Take your time, there's no rush.”

Remus watched them from the door, his arms crossed, Harry bouncing down the walkway like there were springs attached to his feet, and even at a distance Remus could hear the low thrum of Sirius's warm laughter.

The pair got into James's ancient '97 Honda (Lily point-blank refused to let Harry ride on Sirius's motorcycle), and it was only after they pulled out of the drive and sped off did Remus meander back inside with Moony at his heels.

Given that he had about three hours to kill before Sirius got back, Remus took his time feeding Moony, then transported his printed-out copy of the first draft of his thesis from his bedroom. He had intended to bring it back to the sitting room to go over it in relative comfort, but when he got there he found that Moony had already taken up residence upon the sofa.

Unfortunately, that meant Moony was taking up the entire sofa.

“Moony, get off,” Remus said to the dog, and the command was met with Moony letting out a whine while attempted to roll on his back in a plaintive position, but he seemed to have forgotten how big he was, and promptly slid off the sofa with a dull flump.

Snickering to himself, Remus nudged the large dog with his prosthetic, and the enormous creature slid across the carpet bonelessly. Remus then curled up on the sofa, thesis and a red pen in hand, and got to work.

In between Sirius and Moony, both of whom were shameless attention whores, it was a miracle that Remus got any work done at all. No sooner had he sat back down, Moony had climbed back up and wiggled halfway onto Remus's lap.

“Moony, you're not a lap dog, get off,” he grumbled, caught halfway between amusement and annoyance. When he didn't move, Remus drew out his mobile and snapped of a photo of the ridiculous dog, then promptly pushed him off the sofa, and with a defeated huff he lay down at Remus's feet.

His thesis momentarily abandoned, Remus composed a text to his boyfriend.

You've had a bad influence on my dog.

Sirius answered almost at once.

What did I do this time?

Remus attached the photo to a text and added, He has a constant need for attention, like a certain someone that I know.

He sent it off, and tried to settle into his thesis, but didn't get very far before he was interrupted by a responding text from Sirius.

That dog is the most adorable fucker I've ever seen in my life. That is officially my mobile's new lock screen.

Remus laughed, but resisted answering as he turned back to his thesis, determined to get at least some work done before Sirius got back to properly distract him.

Sirius's arrival was announced first by Moony jumping up and running to the window that looked out on the front garden, then it was closely followed by the distinct growl of Sirius's motorbike pulling into the drive. Moony barked excitedly as Remus got up to meet Sirius at the door.

“Welcome—” Remus began, but he was cut off mid-sentence as Sirius swept him into a heated kiss. Remus happily returned it, his fingers twining in the fabric of Sirius's T-shirt to draw it out a little longer, while they both ignored Moony, who was trying desperately to worm between them.

At last, Sirius pulled back with a chuckle, one hand still resting against the small of Remus's back as he turned to let the enormous dog jump up on him.

After a moment, Sirius pushed Moony off and stepped farther inside, allowing the door to snap shut behind him.

“I take it someone missed me,” Sirius observed with a laugh as Moony stuck close to him, whining and bowing forward in a clear 'let's play' stance.

“I think he got bored watching me try to edit my thesis,” Remus replied with a faint grin, “I suppose throwing a toy around is more fun than watching me stare at papers.”

“Just a bit,” Sirius said, then a flash of worry crossed his face. “Am I interrupting your study time? I'm being serious.”

“You're always Siri—”

“—Don't say it,” Sirius cut in with a snort. “You are far too young to be making Dad Jokes.”

“Okay, fine,” Remus replied with a chuckle, “and no, you're not interrupting. I'll have plenty of time to finish it when you're in America performing and picking up groupies and things.”

“I've been living groupie-free for a while now,” Sirius replied with a grin, “I'm on the patch.”

“It's always good to seek help when you have a problem,” he answered with a laugh, and Sirius snorted.

The pair slowly meandered from the front hall and back to the sitting room with Moony hot on their heels. Remus moved his essay to the table, and Sirius flopped down onto the sofa while Remus went to the kitchen to make them each a tea.

Remus stood by the kettle, waiting for it to come to a boil, and he had been alone in the kitchen barely thirty seconds when Sirius came in to join him. He wrapped his arms around Remus's waist from behind and perched his head on Remus's shoulder, leaning in to brush his lips against his cheekbone just as the water began to hiss.

“How did I get so lucky to find someone like you?” Sirius murmured softly, and Remus felt his face grow a little warm.

“I've just got low standards,” he replied mildly, and Sirius snorted a laugh. Remus moved to rest his hands over Sirius's, “I'm going to miss this when you're away.”

Sirius's hold on him tightened, while Remus felt his stomach knot with guilt at the admittance. He didn't want to make Sirius feel guilty about leaving, but at the same time, it felt almost impossible to stay silent. “I'm excited for you,” he amended quickly, “but—”

Sirius spun him so quickly that he wobbled on his prosthetic, and he cut off any further explanations with a kiss.

“I know Remus,” he murmured, then kissed him again, “I'll miss you too...so much.” Sirius paused, then his mouth split into a grin, “but I promise to send you pictures every day of where we are.”

“You don't have to send me pictures every day,” Remus replied with a grin, “I trust you and everything, I'm not worried about that. I'll just...miss you.”

“You know, a cynical man might call you naïve for being so trusting,” Sirius remarked as the kettle began to whistle, and Remus reluctantly untangled himself from Sirius to pour the tea. To Sirius's comment, Remus simply smirked.

“I'll just have to re-cheat you with someone if that happens,” Remus replied as he handed over a dark blue mug, which Sirius accepted. “But I know you, Sirius, you wouldn't do that.”

“No, I wouldn't,” Sirius agreed as Remus scooped up his own mug in one hand, the milk and sugar in the other, and the pair headed back to the sitting room.

In their absence, Moony had taken up residence on the sofa, stretched out to completely occupy the piece of furniture without really trying. The moment he caught sight of Remus stepping into the room, he let out a soft whine.

“Off, Moony,” Remus said sternly, and the dog whined again. Remus raised his eyebrows at the creature and took a purposeful step forward, and the dog very quickly got off the sofa.

“You monster,” Sirius said dramatically, and sat down on the side closest to where Moony had laid down, and reached down to scratch his ears.

“If I wasn't strict with him, he'd be a nightmare,” Remus replied as he sat down on the other side. “Because of his breed, if I didn't take him to heel right away, he'd walk all over me.”

“That's precisely why I live vicariously through other people's dogs,” Sirius said with a laugh, “I'm too much of a softie to be strict.”

“Yeah, I've kind of noticed that,” Remus replied as he turned his attention to his tea, plucking out the teabag and drowning the brew in milk, “no wonder Harry's so spoiled.”

“Oi! As godfather, it is my sworn duty to spoil Harry rotten. James and Lily are the ones that need to worry about being real parents with him,” Sirius replied simply, and Remus snorted a little.

“Your logic does not resemble our earth logic.”

Sirius chuckled a little, but beyond that he didn't verbally respond. Instead, he chose to shift his position on the sofa before he promptly tugged Remus backward to settle him between his thighs. Remus felt himself flush a little at the feeling of the half hard cock that was pressing against the small of his back, and laughed softly as Sirius tickled the back of his neck with soft kisses.

“Feels nice...” Remus mumbled as he closed his eyes, and smiled when Sirius's hands trailed down his sides to slip under the hem of his jumper. He yelped, though it escaped him more like a high squeak as he squirmed away from him. “Your hands are cold!”

“Well you'll just have to warm them up for me,” Sirius purred, and nipped at the side of his throat. Though Remus couldn't see him, he could all but hear the grin in his voice.

“That's not one of your best lines,” Remus quipped, and Sirius snorted in response.

“Well, I'll just have to find some way to redeem myself...” Sirius murmured, trailing off as his tongue began to map the side and back of Remus's neck, and his hands dropped from under Remus's jumper to give his bum a firm squeeze.

Remus groaned, and turned his head to meet Sirius in an awkward kiss. Tea forgotten, Remus felt like he was drowning in Sirius—the scent of him, the taste of him, and the feel of him. His heart seemed to swell, and a soft whimper escaped past his lips.

“I love you,” Remus whispered as they broke the kiss, and Sirius eyes seemed to shine a little brighter.

“I love you too,” Sirius whispered before he kissed him again.

“Want to move this to the bedroom?” Remus asked softly, “I mean, I'm really comfortable, but kissing you like this is kind of giving me a crick in the neck...”

“I thought you'd never ask,” Sirius replied with a grin, and waited for Remus to pull himself up before he followed suit, and the pair hastened from the sitting room, down the hall, and to Remus's bedroom.

The door had barely closed behind them before Sirius's lips found Remus's, and Remus found himself pinned against the wall, the warmth of Sirius's body moulding to his. Remus let out a soft, plaintive moan, and reached up to hook his arms around the taller man's neck.

“Remus...” Sirius whispered his name like a prayer, and trailed his hands up Remus's sides, pausing at his face to allow his rough fingers to map out the shape of Remus's his cheeks and jaw, then trailed them down his front, as though he was determined to commit every line of Remus's body to memory.

“Please...” Remus whimpered, and felt his heart jump into his throat as his breath hitched. There was a sudden pull in the pit of his stomach he had not felt in a very long time, and the swell of emotion he felt was nearly overwhelming. Why do I feel like I'm going to cry? He wondered, but was given little time to ponder this as he reached for Sirius, drawing his mouth away from the line of his throat to kiss him again.

“Remus,” Sirius murmured, breaking the kiss, his eyes flicking open to stare intently at him. “Can...can you do something for me...tonight, I mean?”

Remus regarded Sirius oddly for a moment. Sirius sounded uncertain, almost self-conscious. It was a strange thing to see in him, especially considering Sirius's usual casual confidence was something Remus was more accustomed to seeing. “What is it?”

“Can you make love to me?” Sirius asked, and his cheeks flushed a faint pink. “I want something to remember you by when I go...God, I'm going to miss you so much.” His eyes became a little glassy, as the rushed request and subsequent explanation tumbled out of his mouth, and with a chuckle, Remus leant in to kiss him again.

“It's a tall order, but somehow I think I can suffer through it,” Remus replied with a chuckle, and Sirius's entire demeanour brightened at once. They kissed one last time, and Remus drew it out as long as he could, then dropped his hands from Sirius's shoulders to close over one of his hands, and led him to the bed.

When they had reached it, Remus pulled Sirius in for another kiss, then reached for the hem of Sirius's T-shirt, peeling the garment off in one fluid motion, and paused their kiss just long enough to tug the garment the rest of the way off.

He trailed his fingers over the intricate designs inked into Sirius's skin, then stopped short when he noticed the design on his shoulder, and how it looked a little different than the last time Remus had seen it. In particular, there was a new design added to it, which Remus knew had to have been done in the last few days, given how the skin was raised slightly, flushed red, and scabbed over. When Remus leant in to investigate it more closely, he gasped, and reached out a hand to touch it, but stopped short, not wanting to aggravate the new tattoo, and moved his hand to rest just below it.

A detailed depiction of Moony had been worked in with the dog and family of deer.

“Sirius...” Remus whispered, unable to take his eyes off the addition, and above him, he heard Sirius's throaty chuckle.

“I wanted to surprise you. Do you like it?”

“It's beautiful, but isn't that bad luck or something?” Remus asked with a soft chuckle, “like now that you've done that we're doomed to fail or something?”

“That's matching tattoos, for this I think we're safe,” Sirius replied, then added, “I love you, Remus. I can't envision my life without you. I'm not worried that I'll need to invest in tattoo removal.”

“I love you too, Sirius,” Remus leant in and ghosted his lips over the tattoo, avoiding the new design so as to not aggravate it. He felt Sirius's muscle twitch under the light touch, then leant back up to kiss him again.

Sirius pulled Remus into his lap, and he balanced his knees on either side of Sirius's hips, while the brunet went about ridding Remus of his topmost articles of clothing. His hands ran up and along Remus's abdomen, and the tickling sensation caused him to suck his stomach in, earning Remus a soft laugh from his partner.

“Ticklish?” Sirius asked, breathing the question against Remus's mouth rather than ask it properly.

“You know that I am, you prat,” Remus replied, his own hands dropping to the silver belt buckle at Sirius's groin, earning him a sharp gasp.

“Remus, please...” Sirius murmured, and their tongues twisted together as Remus fumbled with the belt.

It took a minute of awkward manoeuvring before Remus was able to undo the belt, jeans button, and the zip, but before he was able to dive his hand into Sirius's pants for his prize, Sirius arched up and wiggled out of both garments, keeping a hand at Remus's back to keep him from falling out of his lap. He kicked the jeans across the room, then grinned up at his boyfriend.

“You take the fun out of everything,” Remus said with a soft grin, “I wanted to chew through your pants.”

“Not bloody likely,” Sirius replied with a soft snort, “I happen to like those briefs, I don't want you to ruin them.”

“Spoilsport,” Remus murmured as he descended on Sirius to kiss him again.

The couple shifted farther onto the bed, and Sirius helped Remus out of his brown corduroys and briefs, then paused to rest his hand just above the prosthetic's liner.

“May I?” Sirius asked tentatively, and Remus nodded before proceeding to show Sirius how to detach the limb, then he peeled off the liner, being more careful when he set it aside than he had been with their other garments of clothing. He leant down and ghosted a kiss over the amputation site, then moved to kiss Remus properly.

The swell of emotion returned to Remus, and he felt tears prick his eyes.

At first, he couldn't work out why he felt like he was about to cry, but then after a half-beat Remus realized: no one had ever accepted his amputee status so completely before. When his ex-lovers hadn't storm off like Gilderoy had, they never seemed to have the nerve to bring it up, much less touch it. With Sirius however, he readily accepted that it was part of who Remus was, and never questioned it or shied away from it.

Remus's hold on Sirius tightened, and his kisses became more feverish. He could feel Sirius smiling into the kiss as he rolled on the mattress, coaxing Remus to straddle him, with his hands on Remus's hips to help keep him balanced. Remus followed his lead, and shivered when he felt his erection brush against Sirius's.

“I love you, Sirius,” Remus whispered against his mouth, flushed, swollen and damp from their enthusiastic snogging.

Sirius reached up and carded his fingers through Remus's hair, and his eyelids fluttered shut at the touch. “I love you too, Remus. So much.”

Remus kissed him one last time, then with Sirius's hands at his hips to help him keep his balance, he leant over Sirius to his bedside table, and extracted a condom and his tube of lubricant from the top drawer.

He squeezed a small measure of the lube onto his fingers and spread it out, then after coaxing Sirius's thighs apart his fingers dropped to his entrance. Remus smiled to himself at Sirius's little gasp, likely in response to the cool temperature of the lube more than anything, and very slowly began to wiggle a solitary finger into him.

“Not...I'm not made of glass, Remus,” Sirius whispered, his neck arched and head pressed back into the bedspread, clearly balanced precariously between losing himself to the sensation, and telling Remus what he needed. “You can go faster than that.”

“If you insist,” Remus replied with a small chuckle, and added a second finger. Sirius groaned under him, his arse clenching deliciously around Remus's fingers, and Remus felt his cock twitch in response.

Remus spent precious little time preparing Sirius before he lifted the condom to his mouth, ripped the packaging open with his teeth, and handed it to Sirius.

“Put it on me.”

Remus felt Sirius shiver under him at the command, and with his bottom lip caught between his teeth, Sirius accepted the condom. He pinched the tip, then with soft, delicate touches, he rolled it into place.

Remus smiled warmly at Sirius one last time, then he rested a hand on his hip, silently coaxing Sirius to roll over. He complied immediately, pillowing his head on his arms, with his arse raised high in the air. Remus had to bite back a laugh at the eager, debauched position Sirius had bent himself into, and reached out to give his arse a sharp squeeze, earning him a sharp gasp of surprise, then reached around Sirius to grab a pillow to even out his stance by tucking it under him, then positioned himself and pressed the tip of his cock against Sirius's hole.

He slid in slowly; each small movement was met with a groan from Sirius, and he pressed back to meet Remus's cock, while he clenched around it in a delicious vice. Remus grunted, trembling at the sensation, and paused when he had fully sheathed himself inside him.

“Damn it, Remus,” Sirius muttered hoarsely, “if you don't get on with it, I won't bring you back any souvenirs.”

“Oh however will I cope without souvenirs,” Remus muttered in the same tone with a note of sarcasm in his voicer, but all the same began to move, rocking his hips slowly at first, then picking up his pace as Sirius began to moan very much like like a wanton whore.

Sirius clenched around Remus's cock again, and the sensation was almost enough to leach an orgasm from Remus on the spot. He grunted as he picked up his pace, panting harshly with every thrust, while Sirius moved with him. His entire body was trembling, and Remus adjusted his position ever so slightly. This proved to be the right thing to do, as on his next thrust his cock hit Sirius's prostate dead-on.

Sirius cried out and threw his head back, his long hair clinging to his shoulders and neck, and promptly came all over Remus's sheets.

A few more punishing thrusts, and Remus found his own release. He pressed himself against Sirius's back as he caught his breath, and slowly extracted his cock from the confines of his arse, then the pair collapsed onto the bed.

“Remus...God...” Sirius panted, “that was...amazing.” He rolled over, and kissed Remus lightly, but he was only able to meet Sirius's words with a grin. He snuggled closer, content to hold onto Sirius, all wet and sticky before they got up to clean themselves off.

Sirius ghosted a kiss against Remus's forehead as he folded himself into Sirius's arms, and he felt tears prick his eyes again.

“I'm going to miss this,” Remus murmured, and winced when his voice cracked.

“Oh, Remus,” Sirius moved a hand under Remus's chin, forcing his gaze up to meet his. Silvery grey met amber, and Remus felt a little better when he saw that it seemed as though Sirius was on the verge of tears as well. “It's only for a month and a half. I'll be back before you know it.

They held each other, exchanging sleepy kisses while the both tried to keep from crying, and at the door, Moony's whine broke the mood, and they both laughed, finally getting up to clean themselves (and the bed) up before they snuggled back in together, with the enormous dog at their feet.

~*~

The day had finally come, and despite all his emotional preparation for it, Remus still did not feel ready for it. It was a small comfort that at least Harry felt about as prepared for it as Remus was.

“Aw, don't cry, Harry,” Sirius said gently as he pulled the boy into a hug. “I'll be back before you know it.”

“B-but I don't want you to leave, what if you never come back?” Harry asked softly, his breath escaping him as a weak hiccough.

“I will come home, Harry. Home is where ever you, your mum and dad, and Remus are. I can't be home that far away,” Sirius replied softly, though Harry didn't seem to completely understand the sentiment. Sirius hugged the little boy one last time, and straightened up to face Remus.

“I guess I'll miss you most of all, scarecrow,” Sirius said softly, and Remus felt his throat grow tight.

“Just remember when you want to come home, you just click your heels three times...” Remus broke off as his voice caught. “Damn, and I was trying so hard to be all stiff-upper-lippy.”

Sirius chuckled, and leant in to kiss Remus softly. At the same time, he pressed something small into Remus's hand.

“I'll be back before you know it,” he murmured softly, “look at that when you get home.”

“Flight 287 from London to New York City now boarding.”

The automated female voice sounded above them, and snapped Sirius and Remus out of their daze.

“Damn, I've got to go.” He pulled Remus into a kiss, and hugged him tightly. “I love you, I love you, I love you. I'll text you as soon as I land.”

“I love you too, Sirius,” Remus replied with a soft chuckle, and kissed him one last time. “Don't worry about us, get out there and show America how brilliant you are.”

Sirius flashed him a grin, then moved to offer a hug to Harry, Lily, and James, then hurried for the gate to join his bandmates, glancing back one last time to smile at his little family, then disappeared inside.

Remus allowed his faint, forced smile to fall as he dropped his gaze at last to his hand, and saw that Sirius had pressed a white USB key into his palm. He tucked it into his pocket as he lifted his gaze to the line of passengers still trickling through the gate.

Remus stood there and watched until the aeroplane took off, and it was only when he could no longer see it did he turn to the others. Harry was perched in his mother's arms, tears streaming down his cheeks and his bottom lip quivering badly while Lily tried to console him.

“Hey Harry,” Remus said gently, pleased that he managed to keep his voice steady, “if your mum and dad are okay with it, why don't you come by tomorrow and spend some time with Moony? I know he'd love to see you. Would you like that?”

Smiling weakly, Harry nodded.

~*~

It was another two hours before Remus got home, and after letting Moony out and fishing his chocolate and peanut butter ice-cream from the freezer, he wandered into his bedroom. He booted up the laptop, and plugged in the USB key. When it opened, Remus saw that the key contained one audio file titled, For Remus.

Curiosity piqued, Remus clicked on it, and at once Sirius's voice bled from his speakers.

“Remus,” Sirius said, “I wanted you to have something to remember me by, so that even though we'll be apart for a little while, know that I'll be thinking about you the whole time. Nothing and no one could replace you, and I love you. Lily helped me pick out a love song for you, since I don't exactly know that many...I hope that you like it.”

Remus smiled a small, watery smile as he listened, and a soft acoustic guitar was struck up, then a moment later Sirius's lovely singing voice joined it.

“Love of mine, someday you will die,
But I'll be close behind,
I'll follow you into the dark.
No blinding light, or tunnels to gates of white,
Just our hands clasped so tight,
Waiting for the hint of a spark.

If heaven and hell decide that they both are satisfied,
Illuminate the nos on their vacancy signs.
If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks,
Then I'll follow you into the dark.

In Catholic School, as vicious as Roman rule,
I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black.
And I held my tongue as she told me, “son, fear is the heart of love.”
So I never went back.

If heaven and hell decide that they both are satisfied,
Illuminate the nos on their vacancy signs.
If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks,
Then I'll follow you into the dark.

You and me have seen every fantasy,
From Bangkok to Calgary,
And the soles of your shoes are all worn down,
The time for sleep is now, it's nothing to cry about,
Cause we'll hold each other soon.

The blackest of rooms

If heaven and hell decide that they both are satisfied,
Illuminate the nos on their vacancy signs.
If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks,
Then I'll follow you into the dark.

I'll follow you into the dark.”
A/N: Song in this chapter: I Will Follow You Into The Dark by Death Cab For Cutie
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