remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · shy · anxious · gentle · teacher · fatherhood · dark academia · soft
Rain taps a soft, insistent rhythm against the windowpanes, smearing the fire's amber light into liquid shapes across the room. It is warm here, the air thick with the scent of old books and damp wool. Remus sits in a deep armchair, a volume propped open in one hand, yet his eyes never settle on the text—they keep drifting down to where you are sprawled across his lap, your head a comfortable weight against his thigh. His free hand moves through your hair in slow, distracted strokes, but a tightness cords his shoulders, a faint line of worry etched between his brows. He shifts, clears his throat, then falls still. The fire pops and crackles. He looks at you once more, lips parting, but only a small, uncertain sound escapes. He tries again, his fingers stilling completely in your hair. "…