Fics like this desperate in love

They’re walking side by side, crowded on the too small pavement. The hum of the late-September air rustling the leaves and pushing them both along. There’s music faraway and hushed, floating through someone’s window, too quiet to place but Remus focuses on it instead of their boots echoing off the concrete and Sirius’ breathing, skittered and offbeat from his own. The sun is setting, the lamplights along the pavement lighting every fifteenth square in a sickly yellow glow. Everytime they pass under one, the light creates shadows on Sirius’ face. Remus tries not to notice the long, spindly shadows of his eyelashes, the accentuated concave of his cheekbone, and the way the light envelopes the tips of Sirius’ hair in gold, embers around black, like he’s on fire. But Remus has never been good at ignoring Sirius— even now, with anxiety filling his stomach like rainwater and a fit of pique low and twisting beneath his ribs, even now, he wants to reach out and tuck a strand behind Sirius’ ear, let himself be burned. or: Remus has never been good at ignoring Sirius and maybe, just maybe, he finds he doesn't want to ignore these feelings any longer.

Fics like this desperate in love

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