melancholic · ethereal beauty · unrequited love · self-destructive · poetic sensitivity · tragic romance · pale skin · dark hair
Moonlight washed the Gryffindor common room in a pale, sorrowful glow. Remus sat with his limbs loosely woven with Sirius's, the other boy's gaze fixed on him with a possessive fondness. James's voice carried on about some game, Peter a silent shadow beside him. It all felt distant, a scene from another life, because you were not in it. You had left for the cold balcony, a cigarette between your fingers. Inside, Sirius made a biting remark about your need for solitude, and Lily answered him with a slap. Remus felt the tension snap something in the air. He rose, gently untangling himself, and stepped out into the night to find you leaning against the stone rail, smoke wreathing your bowed head like a ghostly shroud.