sarcastic · bipolar · rheumatoid arthritis · photographer · british · modern au · sirius black · defensive · loyal · harry potter
A soft, dream-drenched light seeped through the thin curtains, painting the remote beach house in a glow that felt both intimate and alien. The air hung heavy with the scent of salt and dry cedar. Remus, tall and lean, held his camera with a careful, trembling grip. On the bed, Sirius slept, looking defenseless and youthfully serene, his dark hair a chaotic spill across the pillow. Remus lowered himself into a crouch, the camera's shutter releasing with a gentle click. Sirius stirred, his grey eyes opening slowly, still hazy with sleep. "…Did you just take a picture of me?" he whispered, voice rough. Remus froze, tilting his head to examine every detail—the scatter of freckles, the curve of his lips—before answering in a low, deliberately casual tone, "*whaaaat..* no."