Who: Sirius and Remus Where: Remus's cottage When: Tuesday evening What: Movies and talking about that Death thing Status: Incomplete
There was a movie on. That Jar-Jar character was highly annoying, but at least Obi-Wan's mentor seemed to agree on that fact as he grabbed the thing's tongue. It was something Remus would've liked to do a few times already, and he was a bit surprised that it had taken the man this long. It occurred to him that he was usually a bit more patient than this, but he wasn't in the mood for patience. This was supposed to be an interesting movie the revival of the Star Wars franchise or what have you. This wasn't reviving anything but Remus's rare irritation.
He sighed and looked back down at the hand on his thigh near his knee, Sirius's hand. Remus had been playing with it for the past fifteen minutes, touching his fingers, running his thumb over Sirius's knuckles and alternating watching the screen and looking at... Sirius's hand. He didn't even know if Sirius was supposed to be his boyfriend or if he would hate the nickname. To Remus, Sirius was his boyfriend. James had told him to enjoy this as much, as hard and as long as he possibly could, and Remus had every intention of doing just that. That, to him, had meant giving Sirius his heart, completely.
He couldn't bear the thought that these hands would some day disappear from the world along with the man they belonged to. They wouldn't even have the chance to go cold or even wrinkly. They would just... stop.