#they mentioned starting music and i was curious and it's. it's goid music to be honest

[loserboyfriendrjl]

A dimly lit street. The street lights are flickering, barely giving a little bit of light. The sky is riddled with clouds, not a star in sight, and it feels, making skin crawl, that it's going to rain, washing their sins away.

War is ugly. It’s rotten and filled with betrayal and death. They knew it all too well, even though they had been involved for so little time. People came and went, and never reappeared. People betrayed them, daggers through their backs and screams dying in the back of their throats. People were murdered, found in dark alleyways, grieving families, bodiless funerals.

It had started raining, over the course of their thoughts.

Remus was standing in front of Sirius, bloodied up and bruised, but still alive. They both looked horrible, Sirius knew it, but did it really matter when they saw each other again? Did it really matter, when lovers reunited, whether they were what they used to be or empty shells of their thoughts, of their memories, of their love?

In Sirius' arms, Remus felt at home.

snippet from if i died in your arms, would you hold me?