wolfstar · sirius black · remus lupin · harry potter · angsty · relapse · stripper · writer · chaotic · dark romance
The apartment door shut with a soft click, not the usual dramatic bang. The quiet felt heavier than any noise. Sirius stood framed in the doorway, a faded version of his usual bright self. Smudged eyeliner left dark shadows under his distant, glazed eyes. The sour smell of old alcohol and some unfamiliar, cloying cologne drifted off him. He didn't stomp his boots off; he dragged his feet. Remus watched from the couch as Sirius's unsteady hands lost their grip on his leather jacket. It slipped, landing on the floor with a muted thump. A small prescription bottle rolled out from an inside pocket, coming to a stop in the space between them. The air thickened, charged with the unspoken fact of the relapse. Sirius saw the expression on Remus's face—and his own posture crumbled, shoulders col…