The tiny cuts along his back are shaped like crescent moons, the especially deep ones a satisfying crimson color on his shoulders and neck.
They serve as a reminder, but not of her. Not of them. Of everything against them.
The tiny cuts, glowing and prominent as the moon has come to be in his mind. They clash with his old scars, which are deep and ugly, and memorized by her lips. They'll fade, they'll forget, but he won't.
The gashes along his torso, self-inflicted and otherwise, are necessary. Those he needs to remember, needs to regret, needs to see. Seeing them reminds him of what he needs to do. They remind him to push her away, the let the tiny crescent blasphemies blend. They stand for nothing, he reminds himself.
But it's a lie, and if nothing else, he refuses to lie to himself.
They stand for the denials, each of them flaring up freshly as he leans back against the wall and sinks softly to the ground. They stand for a thousand times he broke her heart and a thousand more times he put it back together.
He thinks to himself that he'd likely keep breaking her as long as she let him, if only to be able to fix her again.
He reaches back and brushes a thumb across one raw indent on the back of his neck, allowing sweet memories to overtake the mindless argument in his head. He's been there before, he knows who will win.
Wincing a bit as he curves his own nail into the spot where hers had been the night before, he's glad that at least he can't lie to himself.
Because, honestly, he's grown rather fond of the crescent moon.
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A/N: Well, that's a bit more my style, for those who were wondering. I like this. A bit, anyway.
So, I figure I'll probably be changing my pen name to include my real name (Nikki) and my nickname (Moony), so keep an eye out/don't be confused.
And, yes, that is in reference to the Remus Moony. I'm more of a Tonks, what with getting my injuries from walking into walls and not waging a constant war with myself, but anyone who's read the story The Shoebox Project would understand it a bit, I think . . . I correct my friends' grammar a lot, in essence ;)
Anyway, that's basically it. A little drabble for what is quickly becoming my favorite pairing ever :)
xoxo
Nikki