Authors Note: Heya, this is my first published angstfic tell me what you think. I was trying to avoid clichés and keep the nature of Sirius' feelings ambiguous. You can think whatever you want to think and so can I. Please tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but a small carboard box in the gutter, the characters aren't mine and sadly I couldn't find the owner of the quote, as I have been attached to it for a while and sadly cannot source who said it.
Run Your Fingers Through My Soul
So much hurt, covered by lies.
That is what Sirius can see in the werewolf's eyes. Always unassuming, fitting in and being stepped on. How long can long can he stand for this shit? People treat him like a second class citizen. They ignore him, and pretend that his kind doesn't exist. The masses pass laws to keep him away, to protect their children from the monsters, they say.
Well he's just a child too. He should be angry. He should hate everyone back and shout it from the top of his lungs until his throat is hoarse and it goes away. But Remus continues to be polite to those prejudiced fucks, maybe its so they find him more endearing. Maybe he's tired of the fight.
Maybe it's the lies.
"DO SOMETHING!" He wants to shout, because Sirius is angry. Sirius does hate everyone back. That, it seems, is the difference between Sirius and Remus, action and forgiveness.
Sirius is trapped. How can he tell? Why would he tell? They must all stay resigned to their assigned roles in the group. Hints of something deeper should be repressed at all times. So Sirius keeps smiling and joking, a perpetual example of teenage detachment. Perhaps one day it won't be this way.
"Run your fingers through my soul.
For once, just once, feel exactly what I feel,
believe what I believe, perceive as I perceive,
look, experience, examine,
and for once;
just once, understand." Anonymous