Daybreak, Remus/Sirius, MWPP-era
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dogdaysofsummer Aug 8 prompt:
Daybreak
782 words
Daybreak
I have waited for you here
On the moist edges of daybreak
And saw how you arrived holding sway over everything
- David Huerta (translation unknown)
Remus is the key to everything.
Sirius knows he can't see this, knows that he would say Sirius is the key, but Sirius knows better. So much depends on Remus. It is because of him that the Marauders are. Because of Remus--because of Moony--they became the Marauders, rallying around their friend, studying to become Animagus, accompanying him on his monthly journeys through hell. Because of Remus Lily finally came to understand that James was more than an arrogant bully, that there was a vulnerability, an eagerness to live up to--and perhaps the right person could guide and shape that eagerness. Because of Remus Peter believes he is able--able to do magic, able to find a job, able to stand up to James and Sirius (from time to time, when he is feeling particularly brave). Because of Remus Sirius had the courage to leave his parents' home forever, because it was a choice between having Remus or having his family, and Remus has become his family.
Remus is the key to everything--including Sirius' heart. If only Remus could see.
So Sirius is sitting outside Remus' parents' house, working up the courage to knock, because he does want Moony to come share his flat, but it's time he admitted to Moony why--or maybe how--or perhaps just what. Why he wants him there, how he wants him, what he wants from Remus.
Because as far as Sirius is concerned, if it weren't for Remus...nothing.
When Sirius got here it was still mostly dark, with the faded edges of sunrise beginning to tint the eastern sky. The morning is still cool, giving no hint of the thick heat that will come later. He has studied a spiderweb spangled with beads of liquid glass, and shaken a tree branch over his head to tame his hair--wild from a night spent not sleeping but tossing and turning and telling himself it is past time to tell Moony. He has shuffled barefoot through the dewy grass, giving himself goosepimples and remembering how much easier it was to tell someone you loved them when you were eleven and newly friends, and nothing depended on that love.
The door opens behind him. "Padfoot?" says Remus' astonished, sleepy voice.
Sirius goes still, in the fashion of a pointer seeing its prey, and for a moment he is frozen. Then he turns, running a hand sheepishly through his unruly damp hair. "Hallo, Moony," he says, pleased that his voice sounds cheerful and awake and not at all breathless or exuberant or as if he is about to die of an excess of nerves.
Remus looks down at him and smiles. He comes outside and pulls the door shut behind him. He is wearing pyjama shorts and a dressing gown, which hangs open in the front, and he is barefoot and his hair is mussed from sleep. There is a short cloud of stubble on his jaw which catches the light and makes him look even more golden than he usually does (but of course he is always golden when Sirius looks at him). Remus sits down on the step next to him, his shoulder brushing Sirius'.
"I know it's early. I hadn't knocked yet."
"That would be why I'm surprised to find you here," Remus says, amused, and Sirius ducks his head, trying not to be embarrassed.
"I didn't want to wake you."
"You didn't." Remus yawns and puts his head on Sirius' shoulder, which makes Sirius go still again, but this time because he is frightened of this touch because he wants it so badly. He turns his head and looks at the sandy brown hair, so close he can smell Remus' shampoo.
"I suppose not," Sirius says. "You obviously aren't awake."
"Mm," says Remus, and smiles, his eyes still closed.
It is this, Sirius decides, which gives him the courage to say, "I don't just want you to be my flatmate."
Remus' warm honey-brown eyes open then, and he studies Sirius with a clear gaze. He says nothing.
"I want--I want--" Sirius breaks off, because he doesn't know how to say what he wants. So instead of speaking he lowers his head just so and presses his mouth to Remus'.
And Remus' mouth is warm and soft and slightly sour, but of course this doesn't matter to Sirius because Remus' mouth is also kissing him back, lips parting for him, and Remus' head has lifted from his shoulder and Remus' arms are sliding around him, and Sirius cannot breathe.
When they finally part, Sirius says, "You've known all along, haven't you?"
"I was only waiting for you," Remus says, and smiles.
dogdaysofsummer Aug 8 prompt:Daybreak
782 words
Daybreak
I have waited for you here
On the moist edges of daybreak
And saw how you arrived holding sway over everything
- David Huerta (translation unknown)
Remus is the key to everything.
Sirius knows he can't see this, knows that he would say Sirius is the key, but Sirius knows better. So much depends on Remus. It is because of him that the Marauders are. Because of Remus--because of Moony--they became the Marauders, rallying around their friend, studying to become Animagus, accompanying him on his monthly journeys through hell. Because of Remus Lily finally came to understand that James was more than an arrogant bully, that there was a vulnerability, an eagerness to live up to--and perhaps the right person could guide and shape that eagerness. Because of Remus Peter believes he is able--able to do magic, able to find a job, able to stand up to James and Sirius (from time to time, when he is feeling particularly brave). Because of Remus Sirius had the courage to leave his parents' home forever, because it was a choice between having Remus or having his family, and Remus has become his family.
Remus is the key to everything--including Sirius' heart. If only Remus could see.
So Sirius is sitting outside Remus' parents' house, working up the courage to knock, because he does want Moony to come share his flat, but it's time he admitted to Moony why--or maybe how--or perhaps just what. Why he wants him there, how he wants him, what he wants from Remus.
Because as far as Sirius is concerned, if it weren't for Remus...nothing.
When Sirius got here it was still mostly dark, with the faded edges of sunrise beginning to tint the eastern sky. The morning is still cool, giving no hint of the thick heat that will come later. He has studied a spiderweb spangled with beads of liquid glass, and shaken a tree branch over his head to tame his hair--wild from a night spent not sleeping but tossing and turning and telling himself it is past time to tell Moony. He has shuffled barefoot through the dewy grass, giving himself goosepimples and remembering how much easier it was to tell someone you loved them when you were eleven and newly friends, and nothing depended on that love.
The door opens behind him. "Padfoot?" says Remus' astonished, sleepy voice.
Sirius goes still, in the fashion of a pointer seeing its prey, and for a moment he is frozen. Then he turns, running a hand sheepishly through his unruly damp hair. "Hallo, Moony," he says, pleased that his voice sounds cheerful and awake and not at all breathless or exuberant or as if he is about to die of an excess of nerves.
Remus looks down at him and smiles. He comes outside and pulls the door shut behind him. He is wearing pyjama shorts and a dressing gown, which hangs open in the front, and he is barefoot and his hair is mussed from sleep. There is a short cloud of stubble on his jaw which catches the light and makes him look even more golden than he usually does (but of course he is always golden when Sirius looks at him). Remus sits down on the step next to him, his shoulder brushing Sirius'.
"I know it's early. I hadn't knocked yet."
"That would be why I'm surprised to find you here," Remus says, amused, and Sirius ducks his head, trying not to be embarrassed.
"I didn't want to wake you."
"You didn't." Remus yawns and puts his head on Sirius' shoulder, which makes Sirius go still again, but this time because he is frightened of this touch because he wants it so badly. He turns his head and looks at the sandy brown hair, so close he can smell Remus' shampoo.
"I suppose not," Sirius says. "You obviously aren't awake."
"Mm," says Remus, and smiles, his eyes still closed.
It is this, Sirius decides, which gives him the courage to say, "I don't just want you to be my flatmate."
Remus' warm honey-brown eyes open then, and he studies Sirius with a clear gaze. He says nothing.
"I want--I want--" Sirius breaks off, because he doesn't know how to say what he wants. So instead of speaking he lowers his head just so and presses his mouth to Remus'.
And Remus' mouth is warm and soft and slightly sour, but of course this doesn't matter to Sirius because Remus' mouth is also kissing him back, lips parting for him, and Remus' head has lifted from his shoulder and Remus' arms are sliding around him, and Sirius cannot breathe.
When they finally part, Sirius says, "You've known all along, haven't you?"
"I was only waiting for you," Remus says, and smiles.
