Smoking and hands (he allows Sirius to run his fingers along the palm of his hand anyway, lets Sirius stroke his wrist and slide their fingers together, all their angles wrong but somehow fitting together anyway is just perfection) and distance between them and sadness and need all at the same time and a sprawling garden and, heavens, I just adore this.
You've captured so much of what I love about their relationship - the damage and fragility and the way they just fit together even if it is painful (or, as Remus thinks, if "it can only end in tragedy") - and you've done it with such beautiful, aching prose.
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Smoking and hands (he allows Sirius to run his fingers along the palm of his hand anyway, lets Sirius stroke his wrist and slide their fingers together, all their angles wrong but somehow fitting together anyway is just perfection) and distance between them and sadness and need all at the same time and a sprawling garden and, heavens, I just adore this.
You've captured so much of what I love about their relationship - the damage and fragility and the way they just fit together even if it is painful (or, as Remus thinks, if "it can only end in tragedy") - and you've done it with such beautiful, aching prose.
Once again - thank you ♥♥♥