Into Waking

Remus/Sirius. G. 100 words.
The old bedframe creaked as he turned to Remus.

He opened his eyes at the touch of cool air. Yet again, whispers of black-robed horrors had chased him through his dreams and into waking.

The old bedframe creaked as he turned to Remus. One long-fingered hand was curled tightly in the blankets, and had pulled them down to his waist. He lifted his own hand, fingertips hovering above parted lips to measure warm, sleepy breaths. When he touched the faint scars marring Remus’s cheek, clenched fingers loosened, slipped quietly along the sheets.

He touched his lips to the corner of Remus’s mouth, and relaxed as lingering chills faded away.

End

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