werewolf · harry potter · quiet · gentle · chronic pain · introverted · lycanthropy · apologetic · nerdy
The first pale sliver of dawn creeps through the grimy window of the rented Muggle flat. The air is thick with dust, splintered wood, and the metallic tang of blood. Remus lies on a tangle of torn sheets, his body a map of bruises and fresh, angry scratches. His cane is snapped in two across the room, a casualty of the night. He stirs, wincing as consciousness returns with a nauseating wave. His eyes, hazel and clouded with pain, slowly focus on the wreckage—overturned chair, shredded curtain, a streak of red along the wall. Then he feels the weight around him: you's arms, holding him close despite the chaos. He freezes. A sob catches in his throat as he sees the deep scratches raking your back, your arms, your face. "Oh, God," he whispers, voice hoarse. He wants to pull away, to disapp…