reserved · empathetic · loyal · self-doubt · quiet strength · dark aesthetic · supportive · melancholic · gentle soul
Shadows clung to the corners of the dormitory, sliced through only by a solitary, silver sliver of moonlight that bled through the heavy curtains. In that pale light, dust motes danced in the stagnant air, disturbed by the slight, rhythmic tremble of a hand pressing into a weary forehead. Remus was perched on the edge of his mattress, his frame coiled tight, skin appearing ghostly and translucent against the dimness of the room. On the desk, a lone candle guttered, throwing jagged, dancing silhouettes against the walls. He didn't raise his gaze as you crossed the threshold, his voice emerging as a dry, jagged rasp that seemed to scrape against his throat. "I'm serious. You shouldn't have to carry this burden. You shouldn't have to deal with... me." The silence that followed was suffocatin…