Starvation
Drabble
Steve-no-Berry
306 Words
Sirius/Remus
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He ate the food and drank the water as though he had been denied the pleasure of such things for too long, a suffering Tantalus that was refused the enjoyment of the familiarity that came with the struggles of a humble meal. When he quite suddenly stopped to let the sobs pass through him, Remus supposed that such a refusal of those basics had broken the man into more pieces than he let on. Then quickly, before his rationale could overpower the insatiable need for affirmation that threatened to drown him, he offered himself as an outlet for the shock that freedom had set upon the only one he had ever truly loved.
It wasn't something they were good at, particularly; the clumsy kisses they shared in secret seemed so long ago that Remus could have mistaken them for a dream. Perhaps they were and he had only thought them into existence as he was bent double because he needed an excuse as to why he gave into those dark eyes, something to comfort him when all that was left of the impossibility of their union were the fading bruises of a single weak moment. Certainly the tumultuous, disorganized emotions of his partially innocent childhood were not enough to assuage him, broken as they were by foolish, barely remembered declarations of love and passion. Still, it was vague sort of simplicity that he half-knowingly offered to the starving man, and this simplicity was oddly adept at filling the void that gnawed at the edges of their sanity.
Remus closed his eyes as the spot next to his limp hand grew cold with a finality that took his breath away, the dying remnants of a man who could not be bothered with the strange hopelessness of goodbyes. Some dreams, he thought, were not meant to be concrete.
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Disclaimer: Harry Potter © J.K. Rowling
Author's Notes: A random collection of thoughts after reading too much SSHP angst. I had to siphon the drama off to another couple and when I try to do that, I always end up with a headache. Poor Remus.