Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me. If they did they would be very tired... ;)
Author Notes: This is very short, I know, but it got stuck in my head and would not go away. One day I'll write a proper fic of this pairing, I promise. It is based on the improv: indigo - tremble - ice - faith.
The deep indigo of Draco's robes mirror the ceiling, deep and dark with nothing else to break up the sea of colour. With nothing else to prevent you from drowning in it.
Lupin trembles as he brushes past him, trembling with lust and longing but more trembling with fear. Fear that they will notice his reaction, fear to see the knowledge in everyone's eyes, fear to see the hatred in Draco's glance...
Love for him has always been very physical. He blames it on the wolf inside him but he knows it is so much more than that. He remembers the first touch, the feel of elation, the shudder as his warm skin was cooled by the ice in Draco's gaze.
For Draco knows. Knows what he is. And never should something that perfect, that angelic, be sullied by Lupin's non human touch.
He has faith that one day someone will find a cure. That he can be human. That he can offer more than his imperfect self. But meanwhile he waits, staring at Draco's robes, willing himself to drown.
*fin*
Author Notes: This is very short, I know, but it got stuck in my head and would not go away. One day I'll write a proper fic of this pairing, I promise. It is based on the improv: indigo - tremble - ice - faith.
The deep indigo of Draco's robes mirror the ceiling, deep and dark with nothing else to break up the sea of colour. With nothing else to prevent you from drowning in it.
Lupin trembles as he brushes past him, trembling with lust and longing but more trembling with fear. Fear that they will notice his reaction, fear to see the knowledge in everyone's eyes, fear to see the hatred in Draco's glance...
Love for him has always been very physical. He blames it on the wolf inside him but he knows it is so much more than that. He remembers the first touch, the feel of elation, the shudder as his warm skin was cooled by the ice in Draco's gaze.
For Draco knows. Knows what he is. And never should something that perfect, that angelic, be sullied by Lupin's non human touch.
He has faith that one day someone will find a cure. That he can be human. That he can offer more than his imperfect self. But meanwhile he waits, staring at Draco's robes, willing himself to drown.
*fin*