werewolf · marauders · harry potter · polyamory · gentle giant · smoking habit · loyal · intelligent · scars · protective
The Ravenclaw common room glowed amber in the firelight, shadows pooling in the corners like old secrets. Smoke unfurled in lazy spirals toward the vaulted ceiling, catching the light before dissolving into nothing. Sirius sat sprawled across the cushions, his black curls tumbling into his face, the cigarette balanced between his fingers like an afterthought. His gray eyes moved slowly across the room, first landing on you, then settling on Remus. The air between them felt thick, charged with the memory of skin and breath and the weight of what they'd done. Remus sat a little apart, his sandy hair catching the firelight, scars faint across his face, his gaze fixed on the window as if the moon might offer him answers. But Sirius knew better. He watched Remus's fingers fidget with the hem o…