Salvation
Theme #30: Still in my lips
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Sirius never pretended to be a romantic type. He never pretended to be overly sensitive or loving. He would never be considered a nice person by many people's standards. Sirius had a habit of dishing out insults and cruelty at the drop of a hat—perhaps a deeper shadow of his Black blood—but those that he was loyal to, were never the recipients of his anger.
Perhaps the only person that could pull out even a shred of romanticism from Sirius was Remus. He had a quiet insecurity about him, overpowering the tiniest drop of sensuality coursing through his half blood.
Remus had a habit of making Sirius realize things that he couldn't see. He'd feel like he was drowning, being swallowed by an endless sea, and Remus would be the one to swim out to him and pull him back. He'd be lost, but Remus would always find him.
And it would be in those terrifying moments that Sirius would remember why he loved Remus so much. He would smile, and things would be fine.
The boy would quietly call out Sirius' name and it was what made Sirius' heart pound.
He'd heard people call him by name many times, but never like Remus did. He would chant Sirius' name like a mantra. It was the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard from Remus' lips.
Quietly, but he can still hear it.
Remus makes it sound beautiful. Sirius' name has never sounded like that before. It always sounded like a cuss word coming from his mother and father. It always sounded like a poison from his enemies. It sounded like a heartbreaker from hopeful girls. It sounded like a prank from James. It always sounded like admiration from Peter.
But only Remus could make it sound romantic. Only Remus could make it sound beautiful.
Only Remus could make it sound like salvation.