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February 3rd: together
The full moon was close and Remus was cold, so cold, so lonely and so tired. His bones ached and his soul ached and he just wanted to sleep. But classes were on and he had an assessment in second session so he needed to get up. He tried to make himself Plant his hands underneath him and push but the mental power required was overwhelming and his elbows buckled and he fell back down with an oof. His sheets were warm and soft and held him almost as an embrace would.
A slice of light fell across his face from a gap in the thick curtains. It must be past the start of school already. Remus just buried his face in the pillow and inhaled the smell of sun and sweat and morning. Sirius was playing opera music somewhere behind him, he was facing the window, the light,the warmth, Sirius and Peter were singing along to whatever fancy French song it was. Of course Peter could remember the lyrics, of course Sirius knew what they meant, of course he could belt them loud and clear with his beautiful voice. Remus buried his face further in the pillow, dug his nails into his scalp. They only became long and pointed after the moon but they still grew faster before it. The pain distracted him from the urge to call Sirius over, have him hold Remus to his chest, stroke his hair, sing softly to him in that beautiful, beautiful voice of his. The music quieted as Peter said his goodbyes and went off to class and, he assumed, so did Sirius. They didn't turn it off. Remus was glad, it was pretty.
Well, he obviously hadn’t left as he was wrapping a few long delicate fingers around the gap in the curtain, not pulling it back, just preparing to.
“Moony love?”
All he got in response was a muffled mmmhhhnnn.
“I didn't want to wake you up since the moon is today and it’s better if you rest, and I should go to class, but…”
“Go to class Sirius.”
He pulled the curtain back and looked down at Remus, haloed against the golden light of the window.
“But you get lonely on moon days.” His voice was small, gentle, Remus couldn't see his face because of the backlighting but he knew what it would look like, that inextricably soft look, the sweet sadness and love in his eyes.
He folded.
He'd already been considering it anyway.
He lifted the corner of the duvet, letting in a gust of cold air. Sirius crawled in. He was still in his Pajamas.
“Oh good, because I was going to skip anyways, so it was either with you or down in the common room and this is so much better.” He pressed a soft kiss to Remus’ brow and wrapped his arms around him. Nuzzling against his temple. Everything wrong with the world was instantly righted. Remus curled himself up tighter. He could feel their hearts pressing together, straining for each other. It felt a little like the full moon, when he felt that second heartbeat in his chest, but after a while, they synced. They became one.
It was stupid,
so stupid.
Remus started to cry, he buried himself in Sirius’ shoulder, crying into the flannel. He felt tall and lanky next to sirius’ streamlined build but nothing mattered. Nothing mattered because he was the happiest person on earth with Sirius in his arms, in Sirius’ arms. Nothing could be anything but beautiful when they were together. He kissed the tears of remus’ cheeks. Remus smiled up at him with all the love he could muster in his eyes. He didn't quite remember when his plan for the day had been discarded. Or that assessment in second session. Minnie would understand. Today he got to lounge in bed with Sirius.