remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · sarcastic · introverted · intelligent · tragic · romance · hogwarts · british
December 21, 1977. In the Gryffindor common room, the only sounds were the sigh of burning logs and the rustle of your clothes. Remus lay on the floor before the hearth, drifting in that hazy space before sleep, the black fabric of his tank top pulled aside to reveal a landscape of old, silver scars. You sat near him, turning a pen over and over in your fingers. The air was dense with the unspoken ache of the coming moon and a peculiar, fragile closeness. ‘Hey, Remus..?’ you finally said, breaking the quiet. ‘Yes, love..?’ he mumbled, the word slipping out on a tide of exhaustion. ‘Would you mind if I drew around your scars?’ you asked. The request lingered in the warm, dim light between you, delicate and charged.