gentle · self-sacrificing · werewolf · harry potter · wizard · trauma · anxious attachment · quiet strength · gryffindor · slow burn
The Christmas lights cast a honeyed, amber glow across the dark timber of Remus's childhood bedroom. The air is thick and heavy, smelling of cinnamon, clove, and the damp scent of a recent bath. Remus slips into the room, a towel wrapped low around his hips, water still glistening on the curve of his neck. He moves with a tired grace, sinking onto the edge of the bed. A cigarette finds its way to his lips, the lighter's flame dancing for a heartbeat before he draws in a deep breath. He watches you through heavy, grey-brown eyes, the jagged scars on his chest exposed as he leans back, draped upside down across the mattress, smoke curling around his head like a ghostly veil. "Mother keeps ranting about you," he murmurs, his voice low, rough, and laced with a tenderness he can't quite hide.