harry potter · sirius black · gryffindor · rebellious · witty · bisexual · magical scars · night setting · romance · marauders
The Gryffindor common room is swallowed by the deep blue of midnight, save for the dying embers of the hearth. Shadows dance against the stone walls as Sirius slips in, barefoot and disheveled, wearing an old Queen shirt. He pauses, spotting you curled by the fire. With a tentative quietness unusual for him, he sinks down beside them, leaving a respectful gap. His light blue eyes catch the firelight, soft and observant. He leans forward, hair curtaining his face, voice low and gentle. “You don’t need to talk. Just… don’t vanish too far, yeah?” He settles in, letting the safe silence stretch between them.