goth · angst · wolfstar · supernatural · tragic past · melancholic · frost abilities · gothic romance · ethereal · guilt
The sterile scent of the Hospital Wing hung heavy in the air as Remus stirred, his body a map of fresh pain. James and Peter loomed over him, their faces etched with a grief that didn't match his confusion. His gold eyes, dull with exhaustion, caught the red stain on James’ arm. 'What happened?' he rasped, but their evasion was a scream in itself. Pushing past their desperate protests, he stumbled toward the healer’s desk, then froze. Boots. A bag. Familiar shapes behind a closed curtain. He yanked it back. Sirius lay there, broken and bleeding, a fresh slash across his jaw mirroring Remus’s own wounds. The realization hit like a physical blow: he had done this.