Angle's - Remus/Sirius

Remus was angles. All angles, jabbing and pokey and sharp. He had a habit of poking and stabbing people with them - normally in Sirius' gut or eye or leg or back. His nose was at an odd angle as well, his jaw sharp and thin. His cheek bones high, his collar bone deep.

The planes of his back are deep and protruding. Every vertebrae in his spine stretches his skin. His knees are knobby, his ankles deep and pointy. His feat and hands are long and thing, delicate and sharp.

All those sharp angles, these points and dips - anything so sharp and dangerous are avoided by normal people.

Sirius is just the opposite.

He impalas himself on all those sharp points, cuts himself on ever ridge and dips his fingers into every chasm. He's explored the plains that are the land that Remus Lupin makes up, has touched and licked and touched every part of him. He's created a map of the person that is Remus, has followed ever curve to a point - has felt every change in the plains of his body.

His lips and followed ever line, his tong in every valley, and he hops Remus has done the same.

One Of The Boys - Friendship

Remus Lupin had always been poor. There was never a time in his life when he was able to shop in the front of the stores, or near the expensive glass objects, or has ever had a peace of 24 carrot gold touch his body. Handy-me-downs and vintage clothing stores were a wonderful treasure chest of things, scraps of clothing that was knitted together by his mother or belonged to his father at one time. So...money never mattered to him...

Remus Lupin has never been selfish, either. He takes what he is given -if it's reasonable - and says a short but sincere 'Thank you'. Every book in his extensive collection was given to him or found, weather out of pity or out of luck. He rarely spends his own money - having very little of it - and when he does it's normally on his friends or parents. He has wanted things - quite often, actually - but Remus knows that he just...can't have them, ever, because of who he is.

Remus Lupin has always been - or so it feels like - a werewolf. Being a werewolf is so much a part of him that he can't see where R. J. Lupin ends and the wolf in him begins. He's accustom to feeling the lulls of the new moon and the tension of the full - so much so that it's now normal...or as normal and he pretends' it is. And to those who don't know him, he's one of those faces you could forget right after you met him.

Because of his life, Remus thinks himself less - simply less. Less then everyone. Like he should be stepping back and letting everyone else go in front of him. Like he should be the one who holds the door for the world, to cook and clean and do everything his mother does for a living. Like he should give his money to someone else - someone who's living on the street or needs clothes or wants something, even though that's exactly the situation he is in himself.

The only thing in his entire life that had made Remus J. Lupin rich, cunning, normal - more then himself - were that Marauders. His friends - Prongs, Wormtail, and Padfoot. At school it didn't matter if his robs were tattered and healed together by strings. The scars that mared his body were just something that marked him as a Marauder - Like Sirius with his hair, James with his glasses, and Peter with his uncanny knack of knowing everything James and Sirius did (were planning/were doing/ were to do in the near future...etc.). He was never known for being 'the poor boy with hand-me-down's and scars', but as 'Remus Lupin - the Prefect and one of those pranksters'.

And for Remus, those few years of feeling more then the rest of the world were enough. Just...enough...

Enough... - Friendship

"It's not enough." James said flatly. Remus had to agree. It wasn't enough.

"It's all I have." He said, a hint of sadness in his voice. Remus never had enough - of anything. Money, clothes, books, ink, parchment, time...

James glanced up at Remus, his glasses shining in the wand-generated light. A smirk reached his dark eyes, the quick quirk of his lips saying a lot in a small amount of time. Remus was staring at the side of James face - and after seeing that smirk and suddenly knowing that it didn't matter. That there was always enough of what he had to give.

Sirius had money - even though he didn't really want it. James had enough clothes for the all of the students in the top 4 floors of Hogwarts put together. Peter's anal mother was sending packages of ink and paper for his school work ever other week - no that Peter ever used much of it. Their library had enough books to sedate Remus in his reading.

The only thing they didn't have enough of was time.