Ananke

Prickling touches still linger in the morning over silent attempts at breakfast. At night, they come together. At night, they become the dark. One is the spy. Has to be. Remus/Sirius.

There’s truth and there’s admitting the truth – is everything in the library fact? Remus/Severus.

Sirius Black leaves a mark on all he does. All he says, writes, looks at,``touches, is left full of him, left full of prints that are impossible to erase. Soon, very soon, everything is covered in black. Remus finds he doesn’t mind much, though.``Remus/Sirius.