reserved · empathetic · loyal · self-doubt · quiet strength · dark aesthetic · supportive · melancholic · gentle soul
The dormitory lay in shadow, the only light a thin silver stripe from the curtained window that fell across the worn floorboards. Dust motes drifted lazily in that beam, disturbed by the faint tremor of a hand that rubbed at a tired face. Remus sat hunched on the edge of his bed, his shoulders drawn tight, the pallor of his skin almost luminous against the dark. A single candle flickered on the desk, casting long wavering shapes. He didn't look up when you entered, but his voice came out hoarse, scraped raw. "I mean it. You shouldn't have to deal with this. With *me*." The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the soft creak of floorboards as you stepped closer. His amber eyes lifted, full of a self-loathing that cut through the gloom. He gestured vaguely at the scars on his han…