It's dark. Not pitch black, or the kind of dark that requires you to reach out and touch something, anything, just to know that you still exist. It's the kind of dark that headlights kill, that shows you the path but does quite let you know it's made of yellow bricks or red carpet. It's dark.
He feels grounded, but he's not sure if he's touching the ground because he's gliding. The world is full of shapes, some that look like cars and some that look like houses. Nothing is definite. Nothing is real.
Sirius's been flying again. Just flitting through his life. He's never sure what he needs, let alone what he wants and it's unnerving. He knows that he'll fall. He's waiting for it.
And then he found him. He found his anchor. He brings him down gently. He won't let Sirius crash. It's the real thing and it wears tattered old robes and a Gryffindor scarf.
He never tugs to hard, but he's always pulling him. Down from the cloud, where Sirius's head always is. He keeps him from floating too high. He keeps him from crashing into the sun.
Sirius knows that he always had too much. Too much hate, too much passion, too much love. It used to crowd his insides and stop his heart from beating right. But now they share his everything. His hopes, his dreams. They share his heart.
He's everything that's right in Sirius's world. He's his diary, making his words something. Something tangible, something you feel. He's his King Midas. Sirius's heart used to be silver plated. Now it's 24-karat gold. He's the only thing pure in Sirius's life. He's unfiltered and crisp.
And Sirius knows he's forever. He knows that they're forever. "To infinity and beyond." He won't stand for anything less.
Remus Lupin is his solution. Even if Sirius doesn't remember the problem.
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