Awakenings VI
Long black hair mingling with white-blonde locks. Tanned limbs intertwined with moon-pale skin. Silken emerald sheets twisted around sated bodies. Carved snakes twining around oaken bedposts, blinking faceted gemstone eyes at the two men sprawled together in the centre of the bed.
/Black stone walls, scratched and old. A pile of dirty straw in one corner of the cell. A sturdy wooden door, with a grill cut at the top for the guards to see in. A small slit in the wall, the only contact to the outside world.
Sirius huddled to one side of the door, knees clutched to his chest as he pulled himself into a smaller ball. Cold, so cold. A deep, sucking cold that had little to do with the weather outside, and everything to do with the dark, hooded forms gliding along the corridor outside.
It was always cold in Azkaban/
/Laughter, insane, high, cackling laughter ringing over the screams of tortured muggles. A dark night lit with a sickly green glow. Demonic red eyes, gleaming in a bone white face.
A sibilant, hissing voice sliding over him as a rustle of scales slips around his feet.
"You have failed me, Lucius" A skeletal hand raising a dark wand "Crucio"
And new screams overlaid the old, all overseen by the grinning, sparking, green skull hanging in the night sky/
Two pairs of eyes snapped open, blue meeting silver-flecked grey. Shaking, they curled into each others arms, Sirius pillowing his head against his lovers lean chest and releasing a sigh as they drifted back to sleep, each with the others name on his lips.