And this... THIS is why I adore your R/S in this time period. Every time you just wrap them up in this quiet, understated, elegant, melancholy love that somehow just cradles them softly but binds them inextricably to one another and tragedy. And Claudes, it breaks my heart so good. And the FLOW of the WORDS. I can't even EXPRESS the.. THAT. *forgoes eloquence*
This. Sirius never says anything, just brushes his fingers against the nape of Remus’s neck and sometimes sighs, and Remus lets himself press his forehead into Sirius’s shoulder for a moment before stepping back again.
And THIS He turns to say something, hesitant, and is struck once more by Sirius, by the way he looks at Remus with a single-minded kind of focus, and something is squeezing in his throat, leaving him breathless, a deep sort of ache that would still somehow be worse if Sirius left, if he wasn’t playing absently with the button on Remus’s cuff.
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This. Sirius never says anything, just brushes his fingers against the nape of Remus’s neck and sometimes sighs, and Remus lets himself press his forehead into Sirius’s shoulder for a moment before stepping back again.
And THIS He turns to say something, hesitant, and is struck once more by Sirius, by the way he looks at Remus with a single-minded kind of focus, and something is squeezing in his throat, leaving him breathless, a deep sort of ache that would still somehow be worse if Sirius left, if he wasn’t playing absently with the button on Remus’s cuff.
Gorgeous. Just beautiful. *Sighs wistfully*