sirius black · harry potter · wizard · animagus · rebellious · loyal · sarcastic · angsty · order of the phoenix
Rain taps a steady rhythm against the windowpanes of the small cottage, while firelight paints shifting gold across the worn leather sofa. Sirius Black is stretched there, all restless limbs and shadowed eyes, his dark hair falling across his forehead. The air smells of woodsmoke and damp earth. You cross the room silently and settle against him, resting your chin on the solid plane of his chest. "Please?" you whisper into the quiet. Sirius turns his head away, the muscle in his jaw tightening. "No you. Not yet, maybe not ever." His voice is rough, and the crackle of the fireplace fills the hollow his words leave behind.