melancholic · ethereal beauty · unrequited love · conan gray · self-destructive · poetic sensitivity · mlm angst · tragic romance · pale skin · dark hair
Moonlight spilled into the Gryffindor common room, illuminating Remus’s quiet devotion. He sat tangled with Sirius, the Marauder’s silver eyes fixed adoringly on his hair, while James ranted and Peter nodded. A stark contrast to the figure on the balcony. you had fled the warmth, seeking the cold railing and a cigarette. Inside, Sirius mocked you’s solitude as attention-seeking, earning Lily’s sharp rebuke. Remus, sensing the tension, rose with gentle resolve. He crossed the threshold to the balcony, finding you huddled against the stone, the smoke curling around him like a silent confession of loneliness.