What Makes You Black
By Sanzaki Kojika
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter in any way, shape, or form. So, these characters are not mine! I wish they were…This is from Remus' point-of-view. This is also Yaoi implying, na no dah.
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The other day, I turned someone down. They wanted me, but I only want one person to want me. When they asked me why, I started thinking. What is it that makes you you?
You are strong. When you wrap your arms around my thin body, I can feel your strength. You hold me tightly, like you'll never let me go. Sometimes, you protect me from those harsh words and vicious glares. You are my hero, my proud and strong warrior clad in black. And your strength becomes my own.
You are gentle. When you kiss me, the love overflows from your lips to mine. You never push me too hard. You are constantly asking to make sure I'm okay. But, when I'm in your warm embrace, how could I ever not be okay? Your hands are gentle as they run over my bare skin. Your voice is soothing as you whisper my name in my ear. Your touch is soft and gentle. You are my angel with black wings. Your wings become my guiding light.
You are warm. When you hold me close, I can feel your bare skin against mine. And, even if outside the wind is howling and the snow is flying past, I can feel your warmth upon me, within me. Your embrace is enough to keep me warm.
You are happy. Whenever I see your bright face, the sun seems to come out from behind the clouds. Your smile brightens up any room. When you hold me close, it makes me happy. When you kiss me, it makes me happy. You are my happiness. With you, my tears have evaporated.
You are my everything. The list is endless. You are my light, my life, and my love. Without you, I would cease to exist. But, I cannot explain in words what makes you who you are. Maybe it's my heart that makes you into who you are.
Tonight, I watch you closely as you climb into bed beside me. Your raven hair is sprayed out around your shoulder, catching the moonlight within its strands. It creates a halo around your face. Your bare skin is kissed by the gentle candlelight. You look like you are glowing. You are beautiful.
Your sparkling eyes lock with mine, and you give me a graceful smile. It quickly turns to a grin as you wrap your strong arms around my thin waist. You slide underneath the sheets beside me and pull me close. I can feel the melodic rhythm of your heart. You are magical.
"I love you." Your voice is soft and gentle. Your kiss is sweet and deep. I'm so involved in it, I barely notice as your hands move down my back. Your fingers tickle me and cause me to arch my back. You don't seem to mind. You are graceful.
And the more the night continues, the more I think about you. Your touch, your taste, your smell…your everything. So, why is it that I love you? I don't think there is an answer. I don't need one; why should anyone else?
So, what is it that makes you Sirius Black? What is it that makes you mine, and mine alone? What is it that makes me yours, and yours alone? I haven't a clue. All I know is that I love you, and that's what matters to me.
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I have no idea why I wrote this…really…but oh well. I'm in a weird mood. THis whole style of writing is soo off for meh O.o