Title: Drabble #5
Disclaimer: Lies, I tell you! All of it! Dreaded, synthetic, pleasurable lies! Whoop.
Warning: I'll tell you nothing of what Remus and Sirius do to each other in my mind! But they do do a bit on this page. If that's squicky* (and why would it be?), now you know.
Pairing: Remus/Sirius, Moony/Padfoot, a Mr. Lupin with a Mr. Black. Get it?
Feedback: Please do not feed the fishies. They are susceptible to pneumonia with those kinds of carrots. I, however, do like carrots and am not subsept—suscet—I won't get pneumonia. So please feed me lots an' lots o' feedbacks. Please.
Summary: He loves me. He loves me not.
Genre: Valentine's Day is here again! Love and joy spread throughout the whole world. Romance. How blissful.
Rating: PG
"I love you." He whispers as a large, rough hand graces your unshaved cheek. It's not real, your mind responds.
"I love you." He moans as he pulls his soft pink lip away from your chapped, cold ones. It's not real, your mind corrects.
"I love you." It's sent to you in a smile, eliciting a similar one on your own mouth. It's not real, your mind pleads.
"Remus?" Words spoken. Hushed. Gray eyes dilated in worry, as if you haven't been listening. "I love you."
"Love you too, Sirius." And this time, only your mind knows how real it is.
*For those squick-ites who don't know what "squick" means (::cough::Cally::cough::), I shall tell you. Want me to? Give me feedback then! Anything, dammit! I'm dying with out it. It's my life's blood. Nourishment. I need it—crave it! GIVE IT TO ME! ::slowly hyperventilates::