HE/THEY"Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence."-edgar allan poepanromantic | asexual | demiromanticmarauders, the hunger games, ancient greek, good omens, and music obsessedravenclaw | child of hadesnihilisticmaria lover(there will be no context to that)
Even when the were fighting, you could tell they were meant to be.
Even when they yelled, their eyes never shone with hatred. Only passion.
They always inched closer together as they argued, the tension fizzling and crackling like flames, thick enough to cut with only the sharpest of knives.
And as their chests touched and their breaths hitched, anyone who watched could tell that beneath the exterior shell of anger, the love just grew stronger.
whatever you do, don't think about 12 year old Sirius Black becoming very suspicious as to why his new friend disappears from school periodically and returns looking exhausted, sometimes with bruises and cuts riddling his body.
don't think about him getting worried when Remus lies, "Oh, it was a family thing".
don't think about him trying to do research on abusive households out of concern that perhaps his friend is living in dire circumstances.
and please don't imagine him coming to the realization that Remus isn't the one in an abusive household... he is.
The Marauders As Things My Family/Friends And I Have Said Part Three
Remus: goes upstairs to get a drink and sits on the floor because he's dizzy
James *already in the kitchen*: Uhhhh? You good man?
Remus: Nope lil sway dance
James: I know that but like do you need a pulse check or something?
Remus: Maybe slightly?