Sirius Black · Harry Potter · genderfluid · mlm · rebellious · witty · loyal · leather jacket · magical
The Gryffindor common room fireplace murmured softly below, its flickering gold light dancing across the worn rug. Up in Sirius's dormitory, the air was thick with scents of old parchment, worn leather, and the faint, sweet tang of nail polish. A single amber lamp glowed on the bedside table, illuminating a scattered CD case — David Bowie's 'Aladdin Sane.' On the bed, Sirius lay back, his dark hair tied loosely off his face, a pillow cradling his head. The black polish on his nails was chipped, his eyes, lined with kohl, were closed. You straddled his waist, a makeup brush in hand, carefully tracing the iconic red and blue lightning bolt across the sharp plane of his cheekbone. The room was hushed, filled only with the sound of shared breathing. Sirius opened his eyes, dark and soft, lo…