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Marauders era Remus/Severus, no angst, for . Enjoy!
The hunter's moon hung low in the sky, nearly full and yellow in its cast. Whips of clouds drifted across its surface, blown by the same wind that blew the dead leaves across the fields of Hogwarts. Trees danced in the gust like naked skeletons, black-painted branches raised in pagan tribute. They clattered against one another like brittle bones, rattling as all things dead were wont to do. It was All Hallows Eve.
Remus sighed, stretching out on the blanket that was spread beneath the trees. The castle was a warm and familiar sight in the distance, brightly lit and cheerful. He breathed deeply, inhaling the scents of leaves and cider Severus. Both were welcomed. He turned, eyes falling over the supine form of his Slytherin partner, draped across the blanket as well, black robes spread like a shroud across the red plaid. The gibbous moon painted them in colours of silver and white, stark and pallid and skeletal as the trees.
"You look beautiful by moonlight," Remus whispered, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from Severus' face with calloused fingers.
"Only by moonlight?" Severus teased, his eyes dark but his voice light. Remus smiled and kissed him.
The hunter's moon hung low in the sky, nearly full and yellow in its cast. Whips of clouds drifted across its surface, blown by the same wind that blew the dead leaves across the fields of Hogwarts. Trees danced in the gust like naked skeletons, black-painted branches raised in pagan tribute. They clattered against one another like brittle bones, rattling as all things dead were wont to do. It was All Hallows Eve.
Remus sighed, stretching out on the blanket that was spread beneath the trees. The castle was a warm and familiar sight in the distance, brightly lit and cheerful. He breathed deeply, inhaling the scents of leaves and cider Severus. Both were welcomed. He turned, eyes falling over the supine form of his Slytherin partner, draped across the blanket as well, black robes spread like a shroud across the red plaid. The gibbous moon painted them in colours of silver and white, stark and pallid and skeletal as the trees.
"You look beautiful by moonlight," Remus whispered, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from Severus' face with calloused fingers.
"Only by moonlight?" Severus teased, his eyes dark but his voice light. Remus smiled and kissed him.