God's Eyes
Theme #25: Tokyo Babylon

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It was a quiet day. Shadows ran across the long expanses of clumped dirt and sporadic placements of grass. It was a rare sunny day in these dark times. The two men sat beneath a tree, watching the sun sink lower towards the horizon. Sirius chewed on a long piece of grass. Remus read a book.

"I wonder what God must look like."

Remus looked up and watched Sirius carefully, a question in his eyes. Sirius was watching the sunset.

"Our appearances… It's said that God made us in his image. Does God also have eyes, a mouth, and a nose like us?" There were rare moments when Sirius was thoughtful like this. But Remus wasn't sure what he was getting at.

"Sure…" he said at last, when he realized Sirius was waiting for an answer.

"If so… then God must also have a field of vision. He should be able to see everything. But… it looks like I'm being overlooked." He said it so carefully, but there was heartbreak in his eyes. There were shadows longer than those cast by the sun in his features.

"I'm not sure I understand." It was rare for Remus to not understand what Sirius was trying to tell him.

"You might say, with all the people in this world, that it's easy to not be seen. But… if I am being seen properly…" Sirius trailed off, sighing softly. The sky was darkening around them, an unsteady darkness. "I hope that… I want… I want to be forgiven."

Remus very carefully set down his book, delicately marking the page. In the dim light of dusk, Remus observed Sirius' face with a critical eye. Sirius betrayed no emotion. He watched the dying sunlight fade from the darkening sky.

Sullenly, silently, Remus stretched out a hand and cupped Sirius' cheek. The man turned his attention towards Remus as a gentle thumb swept over a cheek bone. Silent still, Remus smiled at Sirius, wishing that he could portray everything he ever wanted to say.

Sirius must have heard the message, because he lifted a hand and covered Remus'. His eyes suggested the hint of a smile as well.

"To forgive someone… that may not be a god's duty. But, rather, a person's." Remus said it seriously, his eyes staring through Sirius', searching for something inside his soul. His thumb drifted over soft skin, fingertips playing with dark hair.

"But people might change," Sirius whispered sadly.

Remus leaned upwards and kissed him silent.