( What feet but ours have walked this sand / At low tide, covered in rippled designs )

( Momma’s hands as I was leaving / Weaving flowers in my hair )

( ” )

( Lingering slowly by the bedside in the morning before the world stirs / Before your breaths grow quiet with awaking and your eyes alert )

( Press me like a blossom between the white / Empty pages on which you never write )

( But up above real birds are really singing to the sky / The sun still burns there over all the city, hot and high )

( The wind which all last night moaned and made us shiver / Sleepless in our beds is now a breeze )

( Or / Is it because your hair is black )

Of Not Letting Sleeping Dogs Lie

Author: lady_luthienne
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 1713
Summary: Many people think Sirius does strange things. Remus is the only one who bothers to ask why.
Warnings: copious amounts of kissing and cuddling, and dangerously high levels of shmoop. Oh, yeah, there’s some D/s too.

( He finds Sirius asleep in the kitchen, curled on the cold, hard hearthstone as though having lain down as Padfoot only to resume human shape in the midst of dreams. )

The Me I’ve Found In You Is UsAuthor: lady_luthienne ( Read more... )