Pretty boy
"James said you were no good,"
"Do you always listen to that shriveling cunt?"
He looked into the vast clear. It was contained inside the sink much like his feelings. The sun had begun to peak through the blinds. His eyes swelled, as his head pounded. It was almost as if someone was bashing his thoughts into nothing. His knuckles were bulbous and blue. He walked with a slight hunch, and tried to avoid the glaring burning orb outside.
"Hey, I'd quite like it if no one heard about us- alright ?" the Gentleman's words spit out like daggers. His cold eyes were shart. They contrasted his untouched childlike face. His body was stiff. He'd already dressed, and was ready to leave.
"Sure. I assume the sentiment holds the same for me?" Remus asked. His voice croaked on the last word. The bright believer was unable to meet his suitor's eyes. There was too much shame lingering in his stomach. He couldn't even muster a growl.
"Of course, what kind of man would I be without my word.." His words scattered off. The cold figure had lost his train of thought. His snow colored hair reached the small of his back. He pulled it into a bun, and grabbed his wallet and wand. That was an agreement they'd had, no wands were allowed near them. Remus's eyes are attached to his every movement. Last night began to slowly swim inside his head. It fluttered, and flew. His own moral code was undeniably challenged.
"Don't worry about yourself. It'll be like this never happened." Lucius promised, with a slight nod. Before Remus could respond, Lucius had left. His smell still lingered. A mixture of chocolate, alcohol, and regret.
It'll be like it never happened
But it had, and Remus was unsure of his next move. He sat in the freshly lonely bed. Remus was taken back.