Summary: Remus thinks about the moon. Drabble.
A/N: Written for a Discord event using the following prompt: New Moon.
Safety Chains
When Remus had been younger, he'd liked watching the full moon travel across the sky through the elegant window in the Gryffindor tower. The full moon is a beauty- or so that's how he'd once seen it.
He wishes he could still see it that way. Because, now, all it brings him is unhinged chaos, a transformation that few others must ever deal with. He's a werewolf; he can no longer enjoy the brilliance of the full moon.
He prefers the new moon now, and there's part of him that knows it's because there's nothing to see, nothing to unchain.