22, UK, vaguely incompetent classics student. I like angst and pairings with at least one person dead, undead, or wrongly accused of murder and incarcerated for twelve years.
1. The Cartography of the Wreck
He wants and he can't keep wanting. He should've known years ago that everything he had was built on a floodplain.
2. To Fill A Gap
Sirius' face is caught in a rectangle of late afternoon sun and Remus wants suddenly to reach across the three feet and fourteen years between them and touch him where the light hits. He lets himself imagine that he could, that in a moment he'll just lean forward and trace the curve between Sirius' neck and his jaw with his fingertips without it feeling like penitence. A different version of himself would've already done it. But then, a different version of himself wouldn't be here in the first place.
同系列（sorry about the blood in your mouth）第二篇。时间点依然很微妙，Lie Low at Lupin's时期。
To fill a Gap
Insert the Thing that caused it --
Block it up
With Other -- and 'twill yawn the more --
You cannot solder an Abyss
if only they were both more flesh than bone
it's just how things are when you're eleven and already more scar than skin.
The edges of it rake against the inside of his ribs like something he should atone for;
He lets himself imagine that he could, that in a moment he'll just lean forward and trace the curve between Sirius's neck and his jaw with his fingertips without it feeling like penitence.
how to navigate around the unspoken grief weighing him down long before there was loss to merit it.
Here's the thing, about Sirius - it shouldn't be as difficult as it is to reconcile the man Remus knows with the man he apparently didn't. Sirius always had a cruel streak, a selfish bent to him, a knack for being despicable without really thinking; Remus doubts he could help it, sometimes.
对比起来，我当然是爱Against the Moon里的西里斯的，但是因为大多数时候是从莱姆斯的视角出发，Stoplight Delight女神更多地展现的是他仗义、保护欲的那一面，只有在彼得和其他不重要的人面前才能看到他不经意间流露出的残忍。cruel streak，这是无法否认的。要有多没心没肺的人，才会在莱姆斯面前毫无愧意地说“真希望明天是满月”？
It's the week before Easter and Remus is pulled backwards by his robes into a broom cupboard and Sirius is hissing something in his ear about a suit of armour he's just hexed to chase the next student that walks by and he wasn't planning on that student being one of his friends, and Remus zeroes in on that one golden word and holds it safe in his fist.
3. Tartan Tribulations
In which Remus' clothes mysteriously disappear, McGonagall is surprisingly collected and Sirius is, as usual, insufferable.
Sirius shakes his head, grinning as he folds the cloak away. "You should've seen the way you skidded around that corner."
4. Not Very Punk
Sharing clothes with James is not the same as sharing clothes with Remus; he knows it and James knows it, and now he’d quite like to get them both blindingly drunk so they can conveniently forget it. (implied R/S, First War)
5. This Word Lies At The Bottom Of A Lake
R/S Games 2017 - Day 25 - Team Sirius
Briefly he'd considered going to visit Remus, but Sirius has too many stacked up feelings about him to add any more, and he doesn't trust himself not to ruin their carefully patched situation in the wake of the incident – it's only been a year, after all, and there's no better way to shatter a barely recovered friendship than by doing something stupid like throwing out a declaration of love in the middle of explaining the myriad ways in which your family is deranged and terrible. So instead Sirius had hailed the Knight Bus and requested Bowness-on-Windermere.
sqvalors学古典专业的，她说自己写作风格很明显，但我看了半天也没看出她是受谁影响的…Jeanette Winterson maybe?她说过这是她不假思索就会买的作者。
本文标题她解释说是来自玛格丽特·阿特伍德的诗集《Two Headed Poems (ix) 》，也不知是碰巧还是怎的，诗里有很多关于湖和淹死的意象。她以此为灵感，写了西里斯的梦境。算是带点预言性质吧，在反反复复的噩梦里，他把雷古勒斯拖下水，扼住他纤细的咽喉……
He can hear Remus following him but Sirius doesn't turn to check in case his feelings are somehow writ large on his face, a sephamore flag of fragile want.
6. For Brave Men Died and Empires Rose and Fell For Love
The animal fury in the face silently raging from the front page is only faintly recognisable, but the quicksilver eyes are as piercing as they ever were.
Remus turns the newspaper over and lights another cigarette.
He tells himself that if he doesn't open his eyes, just focuses on the soft sleep breath on the back of his neck and the listless weight of Sirius' arm across his waist, he can pretend he's twenty-one and fearless.