Title: Staring
Author: Gotu
Summary: Eh, pretty much a little stream-of-conciousness story
about Sirius and Remus in Sirius's POV. I really am not good at
summaries. Or titles. Planned as a two-shot. Oh yeah, it's SLASH.
Rating: PG? I dunno...
Disclaimer: No, don't own it, I'm not nearly creative enough. Just using the characters for my own amusement.
Author's Notes: Thanks, KMK, Katsu Kisune, butterflywings32!
You guys rock my socks! And in general, uh, sorry about this ending, I
don't think it's all that great. I may redo it. Review, please!
I'm staring at him again. It's not my fault, though. My eyes are just attracted to him, like flies are attracted to light.
I'm staring at Remus's slightly haggard face in the moonlight, and how that little scar on his right cheek has a dull shine that makes it stand out. His hair is getting grey at his temples, and it looks silvery at night. The shadows and worry lines that he has during the day are less now, because he's so peaceful, and he's got that little smile on his face that tells me that he's content. His chest rises up and down steadily, silently. Wonder what he's dreaming about?
A couple of hours ago, we celebrated our third anniversary, and it was really special, because we stayed up until midnight and then we… y'know. It was lovely. But why can't I fall asleep? There's this weird part of my brain that's telling me to be worried, but there doesn't seem to be any reason. Oh, wait, maybe it was that strangely jealous feeling I got a couple of months ago, when Remus was mourning for that girl in the Order, Dorcas something-or-other. I dunno why, I mean, she is a girl, and Remus loves me, a guy.
Right?
Next week is Halloween, so I mustn't forget to get chocolate for Harry. And for Moony, of course. Hopefully I'll actually remember that this year. Damn, I forgot, I can't bring Moony to the Potters' anymore. They're under tight security, and for some stupid reason, Dumbledore has asked me not to tell Remus about it. Apparently, according to some nutter called Mad-Eye Moody, "we can't trust anyone these days. CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" Crazy old coot.
But then, Remus has been gone quite a lot. And he keeps saying that they're Order missions, but last week I specifically asked everyone in the Order if there was one going on, and they all said no, except for Dumbledore, who wasn't there, and Remus who told me that he was away on a mission. So perhaps there is something going on…
God, my brain hurts. There has been way too much thinking going on in this poor old brain of mine. I must say, that stroke of brilliance of transferring that Fidelius charm to Peter was amazing on my part. No one would have thought that I could even think of something so smart, much less realise that Peter would be the least likely candidate for this whole secret-keeping rot. I'll confess, though, that that wasn't the only reason I chose Peter. It was also because I know that he'd never associate himself with the wrong sort of people. Remus, well… he used to be on good terms with bleeding Snape, for Merlin's sake! And I know, it's so wrong to not trust your own lover, but lately, something's been off with the two of us.
Whatever.
Tomorrow, Remus has another "Order mission", and for a whole effing week.
But right now, I'll just stare at my Moony, and his beautiful, peaceful face that looks bluish in the moonlight, and that little scar on his right cheek, and his steady breathing, and his lovely hair that's greying at the temples. I have all the time in the world to figure out what's wrong, and I'll always be able to stare at him.
Right?
FIN