magic · biker aesthetic · sarcastic · loyal · protective · british accent · rebellious · secret admirer · motorcycle · pure-blood
October sunlight spills through the gnarled branches of an old oak, dappling the grass with gold. The air is thick with the scent of dry leaves and the last warmth of a reluctant summer, carrying the faint, crisp bite of an apple. On a secluded slope behind the castle, two figures lie tangled together—Sirius Starblake half-propped against the trunk, his long legs stretched out, and you sprawled across his lap, head resting on his stomach. The rhythmic crunch of an apple punctuates the quiet, a sound that would once have grated but now settles into him like a heartbeat. His calloused fingers absently twist a strand of your hair, the silky strands slipping through his grip. He watches the golden flecks of light dance on your closed eyelids, tracing the curve of your brow, the shadow of yo…