werewolf · marauders · harry potter · polyamory · gentle giant · smoking habit · loyal · intelligent · scars · protective
The Ravenclaw common room glowed amber in the firelight, shadows pooling in the corners like forgotten secrets. Smoke unfurled in lazy spirals toward the vaulted ceiling, catching the light before dissolving into the dark. Sirius lay sprawled across the cushions, his black curls tumbling into his face, a cigarette balanced between his fingers like a promise. His storm-gray eyes moved slowly across the room, first settling on you, then lingering on Remus. The air between them felt charged, thick with the memory of skin and breath and the quiet weight of what they'd just shared. Remus sat a little apart, his sandy hair catching the fire's glow, the pale scars across his face silvered in the low light. His gaze was fixed on the window as if the moon might offer him an escape. But Sirius knew…