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Sirius' favourite moments were usually the ones that involved them in the daily routine he shared with Remus. Really, when the light coming from the sun shines against his beloved's facial features, it's like watching an artist in the process of giving the finishing touches to their masterpiece.
The scars going through the long meters of slightly tanned skin. That was thanks to the latest tour they had been involved in during months that finished just a couple of days before; created lines that along with his great amount of freckles, made real constellations on Remus' body. The silvery lines making art. They didn't take from Remus Lupin's beauty in Sirius' perspective, not at all, they added to it. Those were one of the parts from the Welsh that were kept on Sirius' mind more than it was healthy, probably.
His hands were in the top ten, obviously.
But he is getting away from the main topic there. He had to shake his head a bit to disperse the residues of the mist-like feeling fogging his mind because of the sleepiness. The view of his lover's calm state during the mornings was one of the finest in that devastating world. It could sound dramatic, but Sirius was wholly sincere even with the drowsiness the time brought with it. His thoughts weren't the brightest when just woken up, anyway, the only part of his brain that seemed completely functional at that hour was the one focused on counting each and every one of Remus' lashes caressing the skin of his own cheeks in his sleep.
Sirius could easily feel his lips stretching in something soft and adoring just from that sight alone. A bit of nostalgia there too. How many years have passed since the first time he witnessed the way that sunlight created a halo around his lover's brunette curls? The sunshine complemented his looks in such a manner that every strand almost seemed to have tips made out of gold. Golden. Remus had always been like a statue of the most expensive of metals for Sirius. Then, he would open his mouth and remind Sirius of his incapacity to see how simple it was for Remus to leave him speechless with just one smile.
They met at nineteen. At twenty-one, they decided to take the next step in their relationship. Now at twenty-four they had achieved so much more than what Sirius thought a group of four boys at a garage in London would be able to. Their music, his voice, their lyrics... all of that was listened to, heard by millions of people every day. Continuously. Filling the background of their lives or even making them want to go out of their usual routine to try something new. Inspiring. Sirius could only sigh softly at the thought. He had Remus by his side every morning, every night just whispering words of love in his ear before he closed his eyes, holding him during the tribulations and painting the canvas of his life full of colours just with his smile in every given opportunity. As if that wasn't enough, Sirius had him there on stage with him. On the same stage where they would go to expose their souls to the crowds clamouring for more.
Just thinking about it filled his chest and his days with a symphony that wished to be expressed in little melodies from time to time. Another sigh in a span of less than fifteen minutes and Sirius was, sadly, getting out of bed. Moving slowly, trying not to shake the mattress too much so as not to wake his boyfriend up. Remus could use the extra sleep, Sirius was sure. They spent last night composing in their living room, recording a couple of ideas on the little studio they had in a room close to the master bedroom. And, then, they couldn't resist the grand finale of their ordeal. The memory of how Remus holding him caused his body to shudder for a second, entirely.
Not just that, but he had also returned the gesture later. Happily. Disturbing the peace of the night with their own passion.
The biting marks on his back spoke for themselves, as did the long red lines going down his chest. The half moons pressed against the skin of his forearms, and the slightly reddish fingerprints on his waist, just under the end of his ribs. Mm. Sirius went to clean his teeth, do his thing, and then the superficial part. He brushed his long black hair in front of the large mirror in their bathroom before folding the strands to hold them in a little bun with a dark hair clip. Underwear, grey sweat pants and no shirt. He would use their walking machine later, as of right now he had a breakfast to cook for the love of his life.
The idea would have been unthinkable years before but since it was only Remus and he, both had to learn to defend themselves in the kitchen. At least on the basic stuff. Months of takeout taught them that lesson during their first year of living alone together. It's been so long just being the two of them. Only them. Alone. So much privacy. Sirius couldn't deny how much he enjoyed that freedom.
His naked feet against the floorboards didn't create much of a sound, some habits were hard to die. Even after so many years of having escaped his parents' house, the quietness of his steps was one that he was unable to get rid of didn't matter how hard he tried.
The sound of paws clicking against it, now, was the only proof of something moving around the house. Snuffles had been an unexpected addition to their lives, but no less welcomed because of that. The black german shepherd was a gift from James and Lily, with the explicit participation of Effie and Monty, as a commemoration for Remus' and his, third year as a couple. None of them was a stranger to the rocky road that had been their first year together. And even before that, the time it took them to make it official.
Most people would assume they have been together since they were twenty, since six months down that year Wormy and Prongs would already be living out of the flat they used to share. Living behind only Remus and him at the place. But no, it hadn't been until the night before their friend's wedding at twenty-one that both decided it was time to take their relationship further. Both had been on a standpoint with those feelings they had for each other for months already. They waited, because they wanted to focus on their career but, also, it felt like losing time a little bit at that point. They were always going to end up together, of that there was no doubt, the real question was: When? When would the ideal moment come? While he started the coffee maker. Remus' with sugar and some droplets of chocolate, Sirius' plain black; his mind wandered to the moment his life settled.
'The clothes were dispersed all through the floor of the hotel's room, they had booked it close to the salon where the wedding was supposed to happen so they could get there more easily the next day. Their chest were going up and down at the rhythm of their breathing. The covers had been pushed down until they were clustered on the edge of the mattress. Their inhalations and exhalations fill the silence.
The slight smell of alcohol was being dispersed slowly out of the room thanks to the open window.
James was resting for his big day a couple of rooms down the hall, but the two figures over the bed, looking directly into each other's eyes, weren't thinking about the importance of the next day or the inconvenience of letting the adrenaline of it affect them at the moment. No, just a bit of bashfulness on the smiles appearing on their faces. Sirius went tentatively to cuddle on Remus' chest, his voice soft when he decided to speak. "So much for keeping to ourselves".
"Oh, shush." But the little huff escaping through Remus' words made Sirius let out his own sounds of joy against him, softly. Trying to restrain the bark of laughter that wanted to reverberate through the room. It was very late. "You know how to shut me up." Sirius said, teasingly. They weren't uncomfortable, just slightly cautious as usual.
It was not the first time they slept together, even with their deal a year before about waiting until they were properly established in the industry before letting themselves get distracted by other parts of life like that one. Sirius and Remus were never good at controlling themselves around each other.
There was a quietness in the place while Remus, with those calloused and slightly thicker fingers of his, caressed softly in between Sirius' strands of dark hair. It was the little bit of a Welsh accent that usually appeared when Remus was nervous that got Sirius out of his reverie. "Maybe we shouldn't wait anymore." And Sirius would have given anything to know what was going on inside his best friend's thoughts. To be able to define what was that glint on his lover's gem-like eyes. A soft gasp, while looking directly at him, intrigued. "Oh." The little snort that came from Remus was full of nervousness as much as amusement from his reaction. "Yes, oh."
Sirius only rolled his eyes at him, before contemplating the situation. They were still considered rookies. Known, yeah. The name of The Marauders is starting to go around a little bit. It wasn't what they had agreed upon before, but... His own silver galaxies enchanted by the kaleidoscopes his lover had for eyes. Green, brown, golden. Gold. So bright.
Please, how was he supposed to pretend that he was able to resist any of Remus' desires? It was futile, really. That man had been Sirius' as much as he was still his even after two years.
Sirius let out a soft grunt in resignation. His strong thighs started to straddle Remus' hips, hovering over his lover's slightly sweaty body. They were intensely looking at each other, Sirius trying to tell him so many things during that moment. "You sure?" And he was being delicate, as if speaking to a scared creature. The vulnerability that only James and Remus had seen on him was shining through.
Remus just smiled so softly at him, almost looking shy and that filled his heart with warmth. "I think we have taken our time. So yes, I'm sure." Sirius' lips shook slightly for a moment before letting him see the smile taking over his face. Sirius was incapable of denying how happy he was. "Okay." It was the only thing Sirius said, and the way Remus would raise an eyebrow at him before talking again with an outraged quality to his tone caused him to guffaw in response. "Just 'okay'?" And Remus wasn't usually dramatic but it seemed that Sirius had taught him well. "Yes, okay. Okay, Remus Lupin, I'll go out with you at last."
Sirius felt so happy.
Faking nonchalance, but it was so easy to see in his eyes. Sirius was being tender, which was unusual, in his touches. His hands went straight to frame Remus' cheeks, loving. Just putting their foreheads one against the other. "Mine." The little growl coming from Remus made Sirius' heart run on his chest. "My boyfriend." So much adoration in his voice, that Remus could only hold him softly by the hips pressing slightly his fingers there. "And you, mine. My boyfriend." It sounded so juvenile. So cheesy and easy. Sirius could just chuckle. "Always. From the first moment." Remus let out such a fragile gasp that it made Sirius want to cry a little. A knot formed on his throat.
"I love you." So certain. Someone foreign to their dynamic could think they were going too fast, that they were skipping steps of the whole process. But Remus and he already had two years just... Waiting. Days snuggled on each other's arms, living together, time without really looking outside of their bubble because they already had everything they needed there. Two years on standby. Loving in silence. Both would say they had the patience of a Saint. Remus took his lips on a kiss, biting the lower one seductively before returning the feeling. "I love you too."
And Sirius was so sure.
He knew that already.
Nothing stood a chance against the marvel of being able to hear those words being spoken for the first time after so long.
They almost arrived late to the ceremony the next day.'
The short yet sharp sound of the coffee machine's alarm trying to tell him that the cups were ready to be served got him out of his memories, and he decided to distract himself again with another task. His mind felt dispersed, disconnected from everything else while he focused on the good times playing like a movie in his brain. Still, he tried to give his lover a good breakfast.
Flour, sugar, eggs... Sirius was murmuring, softly, whilst adding every ingredient to the bowl in front of him. One here, another one there. Whisking the mixture, humming one of the melodies they composed the night before. He started swaying his hips from side to side, a little smile on his lips.
As distracted as he was with his thoughts and his cooking, he didn't notice the figure admiring his impromptu show from behind him. The said individual was lovingly petting their dog's head. The tallest of the two could only let himself enjoy the view of his lover moving around the kitchen freely. That was everything he wanted for the man with the tattoos all over his exposed chest and back.
He didn't let himself question his own actions, Remus gave a step, then two. That he did until he had his arms surrounding Sirius' waist softly, holding the love of his life right there. He let his head sneak to his shoulder and then hid his face on the curvature where his shoulder and neck connected. Smelling slightly those notes that he usually associated with his boyfriend. Motor oil, very faint but still there, suppressed by his usual perfume and a hint of cinnamon.
Sirius only gave a little jump in response to the surprise, but he melted immediately after knowing it was his boyfriend who had his chest against Sirius' back. He started to put the mixture in the pan, letting the pancakes start to become solid.
"M'rnin'." The unintelligible words made Sirius snort softly for a second, just enjoying the sleepy version of his love. Remus wasn't precisely awake until he had his first sip of coffee in the mornings. "I hope that's Welsh, because I didn't understand a word you said, love." Sirius said, receiving immediately after a short spank coming from Remus' hands, as punishment for making fun of him before an acceptable hour. The shortest only smiled proudly.
The silence filled the kitchen again, only the subtle sizzling of the oil and the batter that was flipped a moment later were audible on their loving bubble of peace.
It wasn't until Sirius had two pancakes on a plate beside them on the counter that he heard his boyfriend start to talk. "Was that one from last night?" The question caused Remus' lips to rub against the side of his neck, making Sirius shudder just a bit. It felt really good having him so close to his body. Even more so after their amazing night together. Sirius was the type to need constant touch and attention. "Mm." His head nodded a moment later, after he added a bit more oil to the pan and another bit of the mixture. "Want to write the lyrics today?" Remus asked sleepily, and being the workaholic that he was, Sirius considered for a second. He nodded again. "We could." He was almost ready with their food. "I have an idea, I just can't get it out. It's on the tip of my tongue, really."
A soft growl came from his lips a moment later, since Remus took that as an invitation to lick the expanse of his neck for a second too long before biting delicately. Just enough to leave a mark, but without it looking too harsh.
"I had an idea, too." Remus added a bit later, making Sirius lift his eyebrows curiously at him. "Do you remember us talking yesterday about how it sounded a bit like a sentence...? Maybe a realisation. Fast, but seductive?" Something you can't resist even if it's doomed. Sirius took that as his own invitation to press his covered ass against the front of Remus' checked pyjamas. They were red and black and looked good only on him, in Sirius' opinion. Remus only bit the skin of his shoulder a bit harder than before as punishment before continuing. "Behave." A soft chuckle from Sirius and he kept going. "I came up with a quote last night. It's 'I can't wait for love to destroy us.' Fast, overwhelming, sweet. Thought it would go perfect with the beat." They both knew that feeling utterly well.
A kiss after every word was left on his neck and Sirius felt like he was in heaven.
"That's just the perfect type of love." Sirius said, a mischievous smile grazing his lips just a second after. He finished the pancakes easily, turning off the stove to then slap softly the side of Remus' thigh as a way of telling him to let go so he could serve their food. He kept the coffee warm on the machine before pouring it and proceeded to arrange it on the kitchen table. One plate beside the other along with their cups, sitting beside his lover, snuggling slightly while eating their food and planning. "Inerrant." Okay, literature major. Go off. Remus could probably read his thoughts at that point in their relationship, if the huff Sirius heard was anything to go by. "Flawless." Sirius winked at him immediately. "Like me."
And, even though it was a joke, both of them looked at each other as if struck by lightning. A revelation would say some.
Coffee cups half empty on the counter, left forgotten there to cool down. Remus just took his plate, putting Sirius' pancakes there too as a way to take only one plate with them to the next room. It was fast. Snuggles was barking softly while following them, running to the second floor, unconscious of the reasons as to why they were rushing there. Sirius was cackling while they did all of it and Remus felt like floating by just admiring the sight of him.
Wild.
Free.
As soon as they reached the room they produce music in, Sirius sat down on one of the couches.
It wasn't that big, just an individual recording booth there with its respective panel, a computer, and then the couch and two armchairs with the coffee table. Sirius took one of the notebooks lying around and a pen, assuming by the words on the pages, it belonged to Remus. Focused and tidy. Sirius' writing was elegant but it usually had a bunch of doodles in the corners.
"While cooking breakfast I couldn't stop going back to the day we made it official, you know?" Sirius said, biting his lower lip a bit before curling up on his boyfriend's side calmly. He took a bite of the pancake that Remus offered to him and the man just raised an eyebrow as a way of gesturing that he was, indeed, listening to him. "Do you remember? I was pretty fucking terrified that you were going to tell me to just forget it and ignore the whole thing." They had talked about that moment before, but even then, Remus hugged his shoulders with an arm and made sure to have Sirius all cosying up against him. Remus gave a soft squeeze that brought more confidence to his boyfriend. "I could only think that we had talked about it, settled up on waiting because it was for the best, and stuff. But I couldn't wait anymore." Sirius sighed. "I wanted you so bad, but I didn't want to scare you. We both know I've always been intense."
Remus snorted softly at that.
One of Sirius' hands started to draw doodles on the sides of the page, his boyfriend only looking at his distracted actions adoringly before answering. "The last thing I wanted was for you to be scared." Remus admitted softly, his voice full of something ineffable. Like... Endearment, but not quite. Deeper. "I saw it in your eyes when I started talking, love. You seemed wary." Sirius' cheeks flushed rapidly. "I got anxious." A pout was starting to take place on his lips. Remus bit it playfully, the smile in return making his heart skip a beat.
"There wasn't anything to fear, really." Remus assured lovingly, wanting to make that clear before adding to it. "I was so desperate for you at that point that you could have asked me for the moon, and I would have wholeheartedly tried to give it to you." And Remus knew he shouldn't have said that as soon as the words came out of his mouth. It was too late, though. A gasp and then Sirius spoke again. "MOONY!" "Sirius-" "Moony, tonight we steal the moon!" And the subtle growl coming from Remus was totally faked, it was full of fondness. Sirius was wagging his eyebrows jokingly while Remus only looked at him, totally unimpressed. He was faking it, obviously. He was absolutely enchanted by his boyfriend's antics.
Remus decided that the only logical procedure was to bite him in the cheek again while Sirius let out a whine of complaint in response. "Anyway, as I was saying before being rudely interrupted." Sirius stuck out his tongue in a childish but always infallible gesture. "Stop." Remus grunted before attempting to bite his tongue now, to which Sirius only gasped in fake outrage. "Good boy. I'll continue now." Sirius was sure he couldn't be blamed for melting right there, it was Remus Lupin praising him. "I was very aware you were it for me at that point, Pads. Everything I needed. Just you and only you. No one else." Sirius was going to pretend it didn't affect him as much as it actually did, thank you.
Even with the years together, Sirius' eyes still bear tears when Remus said those things to him. Remus made him feel perfect. Even if he was conscious none of them were.
That was how the first idea came about.
With that, they started working on what they had been thinking of the song with the quote Remus had provided before. It was also a good distraction for Sirius not to have to think too much about his feelings at the moment. Anyway, his weight against Remus became more prominent, as a way of showing him that his words actually touched him. They really did. Sirius was able to feel his heart running on his chest, Remus had that particular skill regarding Sirius.
"What do you think about this as one of the verses?" The melody they came up with the night before appeared in his mind again. 'I fell in love today. There aren't many words that you can say. That could ever get my mind to change. She's enough for me, she's in love with me' Sirius bit his lower lip again after finishing, which indirectly told Remus that it was one of those ideas that carried more meaning than what was at plain sight. Remus understood. He remembered perfectly when they expressed to each other those two very important words that were written in his heart, in Sirius' particular style. "If I didn't know those were your feelings, I would have asked if you read my mind."
The joyful expression on his boyfriend's face filled Remus with pride. As much as both were professional musicians, and they knew when to bring to light mistakes or things that didn't quite fit with the idea they were working with, both were very aware of how they worked better together after so many years of being just the two of them. "I think it would be great as the second verse, we should add a bit of context first thought." The welsh man only murmured softly, before taking the notebook tenderly from his lover's hands. He wrote, erased, and then came up with what could easily be the chorus. 'You're a doll, you are flawless. But I just can't wait for love to destroy us. I just can't wait for love. The only flaw, you are flawless. But I just can't wait for love to destroy us... I just can't wait for love' Sirius smiled lovingly, and then kissed his boyfriend's cheek. He closed his eyes and then pressed his forehead against Remus' jaw. He wasn't aggressive or hard. Just there. Barely noticeable against his skin.
It wasn't difficult thanks to the fact that there wasn't that much of a difference between their heights. Peter was the shortest in the group, James and Sirius were practically the same height. Sirius was always going to advocate for his extra two centimetres. And Remus was, by far, the tallest of them over ten centimetres above his boyfriend.
They were sure about how they wanted the melody to sound, so it actually helped them to decide how they wanted to fit the words within the time available. Everything would probably be faster if Sirius just took the acoustic guitar that was hanging on the wall of their studio and played the song, but he didn't want to move. That would imply getting away from his boyfriend, and keeping the distance so as not to hurt him with the instrument by accident. It wasn't the ideal moment to be apart, it was a Saturday morning at home composing together because they loved their job too much and it was part of their hobbies, so.
The best songs always came in days like these.
Sirius was able to hear his lover babbling softly. He was focusing on trying to add more to what they already had. His mind kept conjuring back the chorus which talked about how he was flawless, his only flaw being that same thing. Both Remus and he knew that was an absolute lie, the two of them were some of the most flawed people in the entire world. Although, in their youth and naivety there was a time were they sincerely thought like that. Sirius could only come up with one of their first fights. Remus and he didn't have those types of encounters often, but at the start, when they were just getting to know each other, both were easy to get defensive. The two of them feared showing themselves vulnerable. Being the one to surrender or going back on a reaction. Being the one asking for forgiveness. They both had very tall walls to destroy before being able to be in a healthy relationship. All the waiting game didn't bring only despair, but also gave them the time to adapt mutually. To learn new lessons about loving someone else.
'Sirius was pacing. Walking from one side to the other like a caged animal, like a restless lion.
It had been difficult for them to flow between the four of them. Getting to sound like one and not like the different people they were. A homogeneous mixture of chords and rhythms. The guitar was focusing on its own thing, the drums changing pace every fifteen seconds and the bass was just staying back, not even trying to blend with the others. Giving up the spotlight to the others. To that point, their practices should be easier. They should be able to make calls between them, not staying quiet while waiting for someone else to take the lead. If they kept going down that path they wouldn't achieve in a year what Sirius had had planned for a singular week.
Damn it.
Sirius could feel his teeth pressing against each other's as a way of trying to keep himself together.
Maybe that was the reason why, when Remus appeared around the flat later, spewing shit about the rich people that went to the exclusive club that was his job, talking about how growing up with money made them ignorant and complete idiots about the supposed real world outside of those kinds of places, it rubbed him the wrong way. Even though he shared the opinion. "So, all kids brought up with money grow with a hole through their brains?" And he was sure Remus could feel the way his body stiffened, the walls reinforcing around him, not just his own but Remus' too. "You know I'm not generalising, Sirius." And maybe it was the way Remus tried to calm him down like an animal just about to bite.
Rage is like a chord that's tensing up, the longer you keep stretching it and making it retain the force of it, the more unpredictable it becomes. The more dangerously close to snapping it gets.
It felt similar to it, too.
"Yeah? Because saying that they are all the same sounds like fucking generalising to me." And his voice was low, he was really only looking for trouble there. He needed to feel the explosion, that decisive moment when everything went to shit. "Please, you are the one who has said before that you know all of them and that they are all cut from the same shitty fabric. That they are all dipshits and bastards. And now you want to play knight in shining armour? Whose honour are you pretending to defend? Fucking late, if you ask me." And Sirius knew Remus became more crude when he was getting defensive. He would later learn it was a reflection of his most vulnerable moments. Those were his words that had to compensate for his lack in other defensive areas during his youth, such as how skinny he was and his bad leg.
An attitude to minimise the false sense of weakness his disabilities seemed to project on other people.
'Mine. It's my ego the one taking a toll unjustifiably.'
"You know what? Just because some of us had the means to grow up with the potential to be problematic doesn't mean I-..." In doubt is weakness. "we all are." And at this point, he was mostly yelling, without meaning to really. The way their faces scrunched with ire only made Sirius want to soften up the line between Remus' eyebrows. Both of them had issues to deal with. It was complicated.
None of them was willing to yield.
The way Remus' shoulders went slightly up as if trying to make himself look bigger only caused Sirius to want to curl up there. It looked safe. He just wanted to stop feeling like that. "Well, I think that's fucking hypocritical coming from you. Since, really you-" And it was moments like that one were he remembered that words hurt. That they ache and itch like a stabbing wound. That they hurt and settled on the soul like a thorn. "are being a real fucking problem lately."
It could be admired from the perspective of a third party how Remus' eyes opened surprised a moment later. The way Sirius' stand deflated immediately.
Wasn't that what he wanted to hear? Then why did it feel so bad?
"Sirius-" But he was already out of the room, his feet stomping the floorboards before slamming the front door on his way out. A leather jacket was left behind in one of the chairs at the back. A worried face appeared through the frame of the door seconds later. Both of them said things they didn't mean. Both reinforced walls when they should have just laid them down. It was complicated. And really, it was more stupid than serious.
But a squabble could easily become something more destructive when given the motivation and lacking the proper words of regret. A simple 'I'm sorry' could change a lot.
Even when things went back to a supposed normality, the venom still ran deep in the veins.'
Looking back, it didn't make any sense. James didn't stop himself from saying so to their faces later, when they were able to have a civil conversation. It's not like Sirius had really been against Remus' opinion, he agreed fervently to all the shit thrown in the direction of those people he knew before getting out of his parents' house.
They talked about it later, asked for forgiveness. They also decided to analyse why and how everything suddenly got out of control. Active communication was healthy, or at least that's what Euphemia made James tell them. Anyway, at the moment, it had affected them.
It made Sirius feel like a burden. Like an annoyance to the other members of the band, and that hit a little too close to home. One where he was always a failure. In a similar way, Remus became self-conscious about the difference between all of their upbringings. Where Remus came from a modest family, James, Peter and Sirius never had to face the same challenges as Remus. They had different trials, obviously, Sirius was proof of that. But, it had made him retreat a bit more into himself for a couple of weeks after that.
It had been a group's effort to make him feel comfortable again with their own detached way of viewing money after that.
Sirius didn't say anything but decided to write under what would be their chorus, the next verse inspired by those memories he just had. 'So, she put his heart in a bag. He wouldn't ask for it back. He didn't want her to cry. She didn't want to be sad. She said, you'd better not leave me. This shit it'll be fucked for days, and weeks, and months, but...' He just left it there, and even though Remus didn't say anything about it, a flash of comprehension seemed to pass through his eyes. The difficulties they had to show themselves vulnerable at the start. Instead of looking menacing and hurting each other, they learned to think before speaking.
"I thought we were lacking an opening verse, what do you think?" And Remus showed him what he had written at the edge of the page. Everything was a bit disorganised, doodles here and there. Two different types of writings leave behind words full of love and ghosts.
'She planned ahead for a year. He said, "Let's play it by ear". She didn't want him to run. He didn't want her to fear. Nobody said it'd be easy. They knew it was rough, but tough luck.'
It had been difficult.
The waiting, talking about those topics that, even after years, still tormented them but they had shaped them in the worst and best ways possible.
Sirius could only close his eyes, to then move closer so as to be able to breathe his lover's scent. Hiding his gaze on Remus' shoulder. One hand caressing, an anchor. A support.
"I think it's perfect." He whispered, feeling how he was manhandled a moment later by his boyfriend. Remus laying on the couch and settling him over his chest. A plate with residues of pancakes on the coffee table. Sirius got his head up a bit, looking at his lover's beautiful features momentarily before kissing his lips. Subtle, seeking solace. He always found it on Remus. "Like you." And Remus' soft tone made him huff, enchanted by his honeyed words.
It took them hours of work, but they had something that could become a new hit. Not just that, but as much as it was a message of love between them, it was also a reminder of how much they had progressed.