remus is asleep at the kitchen table. books are spread out all around him, pages flapping like wings.
;-;
sirius will tuck his forehead against the back of remus' neck, and sometimes remus will wipe his hands dry and turn around and shove sirius against the wall and push his cold hands under sirius' shirt.
and sometimes remus will sigh and rinse a cup out, and lay it on the counter to dry.
sirius stands there for a long time, and is afraid.
oh, sirius. you stupid, stupid boy.
this reads like a carefully held breath, that moment on the edge of indecision. there were little bits, the little comfortable motions they make, the pauses... and sirius saying the wrong thing -- yes. just, yes.
thank you. these are my favorite stories: where nothing is quite right, and no-one knows what to say, what to do with their hands. thank you. ♥
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remus is asleep at the kitchen table. books are spread out all around him, pages flapping like wings.
;-;
sirius will tuck his forehead against the back of remus' neck, and sometimes remus will wipe his hands dry and turn around and shove sirius against the wall and push his cold hands under sirius' shirt.
and sometimes remus will sigh and rinse a cup out, and lay it on the counter to dry.
;__________;
OMG SO SAD I LOVE. *♥ x infinities!*
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sirius stands there for a long time, and is afraid.
oh, sirius. you stupid, stupid boy.
this reads like a carefully held breath, that moment on the edge of indecision. there were little bits, the little comfortable motions they make, the pauses... and sirius saying the wrong thing -- yes. just, yes.
thank you. these are my favorite stories: where nothing is quite right, and no-one knows what to say, what to do with their hands. thank you. ♥
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