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Sirius presses his lips together as though trying to hold something in and then bursts out ‘I said, I said I’d find something! And then we found out, the wolf, it only kills humans, and animals might distract it from, you know, killing itself, and so on, and we tried for years and we did it, Remus, we fucking did it, we’re fucking Animagi.’
Remus takes a very deep breath. ‘No, you can’t be, Sirius, don’t be stupid, that kind of magic- there’s no way-’
‘We’ve been trying since third year’ says Peter. ‘And there were mishaps and some pretty disastrous side effects and all, but-’
‘But we’re fucking brilliant’, finishes Sirius. He grabs Remus’ shoulders, grins right into his face. ‘I promised, didn’t I, Moony? I always said. I said I’d make it better for you.’ With no warning at all, Remus is crying. He buries his face in Sirius’ shoulder and shakes, and Sirius squats down awkwardly to be at his level and pulls him into a bone-crushing hug. ‘I promised, OK?’, he mutters. ‘I don’t care if it took years or the urges to dig holes and chase my own arse or any of it. It’s going to be better now.’ Remus hiccups, splotchily.
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I made the second sketch first, I loved that image when reading the fic. Then I made the other one as context. I'm not convinced by Remus's face, if I ever have the time I'll probably re-sketch it (I never have time anyways).