"We're just teenagers. Great lives, fucked up brains."
They were young, still children really, and so very selfish. They were fools. Of course they were. They were raised on pedestals and who said gods weren't mortal once?
And he held his cigarette between aristocratic fingers regally and the wisps of smoke tasted like life and death and unapologetically now. He was arrogance and royalty and, no matter how much he denies his family, he is undoubtedly Black. Sirius burns brightly and the world orbits around him.
And he crushes his cigarette between scarred fingers desperately and the puffs of smoke tasted like youth and age and immortality. He was bitterness and cynicism and, no matter how gentle he appeared, he is a monsterthrough and through. Remus hides his wrath and the world is naive enough to believe it.
Yet they were young and vain and entirely too self centred. And they were tracing constellations on hip bones and following the phases of the moon, howls challenging the world.
And they were wolf+dog, moon+stars, Remus Lupin+Sirius Black, unironically.
Yet they were young and seeing only in hues of amaranthine- breathing only in shades of immortality.
And he was smoking the present and drinking to forget royalty and whispering his madness into a lover as crazy as he. And he was burning so brightly but stars were never meant for the mortal world. He died young and arrogant and Black. Sirius was raised on his own immortality so he forgot he bled crimson.
And he was smoking death and drinking to forget himself and breathing his madness into a lover as angry as he. And he was hiding for so long but secrets never stay hidden and beasts were never meant to be caged. He died young and bitter and monstrous. Remus was so focused on dying young he never imagined he would be the last to die.
Yes they were young and selfish and foolish and vain and self centred, breathing, seeing, and living in stages of immortality.