Remus Lupin (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
mooningremus) wrote2020-12-03 10:16 pm
mooningremus) wrote2020-12-03 10:16 pm
James
Tomorrow night would be a full moon, and Remus was feeling edgy. Though it was a familiar feeling by now. Mostly he wanted to eat a rare steak and go home and fuck Willy. Except Willy hadn't been home, which means he was probably with someone else... Remus supposed he was just lucky that Willy hadn't brought them to their flat.
He'd decided to just wander instead, not wanting to be cooped up, especially by himself. Or to spend the evening baking bread only to not have Willy come home at all. It was so easy to feel slightly... pathetic.
He'd noticed the art gallery before, but he'd never gone in. Now it was surprisingly open or so it appeared, even though it was after dark.
Hesitantly, Remus stepped inside. The bell dinged, and he was immediatey drawn by a painting on a nearby wall. It was... dark. And sad. But somehow beautiful.
He'd decided to just wander instead, not wanting to be cooped up, especially by himself. Or to spend the evening baking bread only to not have Willy come home at all. It was so easy to feel slightly... pathetic.
He'd noticed the art gallery before, but he'd never gone in. Now it was surprisingly open or so it appeared, even though it was after dark.
Hesitantly, Remus stepped inside. The bell dinged, and he was immediatey drawn by a painting on a nearby wall. It was... dark. And sad. But somehow beautiful.