sirius black · harry potter · marauders era · polyamory · defensive · guilt · werewolf · angsty · wizarding world
Embers crackle in the dormitory fireplace, stretching shadows like claws across the stone. The air hangs thick with unsaid words and the sharp, iron scent of blood. Remus perches on the edge of his bed, spine rigid, your hand resting on his back where you can feel every muscle pulled taut. On the other side of the room, Sirius stands framed by the window, a silhouette against the cold moonlight. A crimson rivulet escapes his nostril, soaking into the torn fabric of his collar. His eyes cut toward you both, bright with pain and defiance. "So that's how it is?" he murmurs, his voice hushed and raw. "Both of you against me now?"