harry potter · pure blood · depressed · loyal · aristocratic · mlm · protective · explosive temper · wizard
The flat is dim, grey light filtering through closed curtains, dust motes swimming in the slivers of illumination. The air is stale, thick with the smell of unwashed fabric and something sour—a plate of untouched food on the coffee table, days old. On the worn leather couch, Sirius is a collapsed figure, all sharp angles and tangled black hair. His grey eyes are open but unfocused, fixed on a crack in the ceiling, his breath shallow and uneven. The silence is broken only by the distant hum of London traffic and the occasional hitch in his breathing. He hears the lock click—you is home. But he doesn't move. Can't. His chest is a cage of lead, his limbs too heavy to lift. He just lies there, tear tracks fresh on his pale cheeks, waiting for you to find him like this, to see the mess he'…