Title: To
give you the universe.
Pairing: Remus/Sirius.
Disclaimer:
I wish.
Summary: Remus is the moon. Sirius is the stars.
And this is their world now.
Remus was the moon - he was never cold, but he was lonely. Shivering into the thick blanket of the sky and living in constant fear of himself. He was slow, but not steady, and cast heavy light on all of that not-quite-romance. Until a kiss caused the clouds to break enough for someone to matter just the right amount to someone else. He watched, he observed, but he was never a part of it.
He had Solar Systems, planets, worlds within his reach, but he never tried for any of them. Sitting contentedly in his little pocket of the night, not a smile, not a frown, but existing, as if that was the only way.
He kept to himself and never tried to outshine anyone. He kept to himself all the secrets of the tide, the oceans, and the heart he wished he knew more about.
Remus was the moon and he didn't need anyone. Except, really, sometimes, he did.
Sirius was the star - one of many. Always surrounded, but constantly wanting something more. Tucked into a crowd of sighs, 'beautiful' they would all say, 'beautiful' - and he'd hide, fade away, trying to burn himself out before the rest because it's the only chance he had at standing out.
It was full, life, of lows and highs for him. Everything was too bright, or too colourful, or too grey. But full of so much energy he couldn't slow himself down to appreciate it. Some nights, settled high above the west coast, bathed in the thin glow of white light, he would shine so brightly he felt like he was going to explode. He'd feel so much love, compassion, hatred, anger, he'd feel so - so human then that he'd almost forget.
He needed so much but had nothing, he didn't understand love, but he wanted it, nonetheless. His observations were all he had. Young couples barely brushing hands, marriage dying during sleep and babies rubbing noses, gripping fingers. He saw the way it all destroyed itself in the end, the way it all began like a flourish, a bang, a firework. And it was the most wonderful thing, he would think.
Sirius would crave it then, crave another dimension to his own heart and once a month, twelve times a year, he could almost feel it.
The full moon with a beautiful face, glowing dimly beside him.
"I would give you the whole universe" he wanted to say, "to keep you shining like that".
Sirius was a star and, in the end, the only thing he could give was his life.
It was a beautiful explosion, a beautiful dissipation of gas settling just over the moon.
And two boys, on the very edge of a grassy hill that night, two boys made a wish as he fell.
"I'd give you the whole Universe if I could," one whispered, leaning his head against an angled neck, "to make you mine."
"But Sirius," the other said, smiling, "you already did".
Remus was the moon - lonely but not alone.
Sirius was the star - the closest he could get to love.