Sirius smiled to himself as Remus talked. The way his eyes had lit up. His lips moving faster around the words, a hint of the accent he tried to hide reappearing. Just as always when he was too excited to notice.
He loved it when he accidentally let it slip. The one he’d had back in their first year. His natural one.
“Like why did he ave to kill the mice? I know e’s strong an all but why? An why did George ave to be so bloody mean? It isn’t Lennie’s fault, innit? Like e can carry stuff but e has sod all for brains” Remus ranted, a hint of his cockney accent.
He looked so cute. With his thick knitted green grandpa sweater. A few loose ends beacuse of his nervous habit of fingering with it. The only give away when he was feeling bad.
Those soft curls. A colour he couldn’t quite place. Just calling it brown was a disservice. It was auburn but not quite. Too dark to be honey but too light to be chocolate. Mousy but too warm.
He loved Moony’s hair. The closest was probably a cinnamon brown. As sweet as his food palette.
His rosy lips, a bit chapped from the winter cold. The nose that was a bit crooked from having broken it one too many times. Those long lashes fluttering over beautiful eyes. Again, too deep to be called brown.
He’d realised why they always seemed to look different. The closer to the full moon they got, the more amber seemed to come forth from the shadows in his eyes. They shifted in hues of russet and syrup. With those flecks of gold, gleaming in certain lightning.
At the moment they were alight with glee and excitement, ranting about the latest book he’d read. Mice and men.
“And then e had to die. Got shot by his own brother an all for accidently killin that girl. An had him talkin about his dreams just before e died. So sad” Remus continued rapidly.
So adorable. Sirius was well aware Remus wasn’t the common idea of conventional beauty. His body too thin. His nose too crooked. But he somehow managed to be so utterly, jaw droopingly, achingly beautiful.
Either when he was angry and the wolf prowled in his eyes. When rage and control rolled off in waves from him. That look that made his heart race from attraction and som primal fear.
When he was smug or teasing. That smirk in the corner of his lips as he dryly made some remark. Or when he teased him to utter madness.
Or when he was sleepy in the mornings. A small soft smile as he squinted at him. When he woke up after a night in the shack knowing that they’d always be with him. That they had taken care of him.
Or that secretive smile when he had a mystery Sirius hadn’t yet solved. A puzzle, a riddle driving him mad. All in the life of this beautiful, hot, gorgeous, asshole of a man he got to call his.
Or the puff of smoke from between his soft lips when he smoked. Elegant fingers around the fag. His eyes drifted shut. Head tilted back as he exhaled.
“You can really tell it’s a different time, being the 1930:s. Especially since it’s muggle. Wait oh no i am ranting aren’t i? I am sorry, I didn’t mean to talk that much about a book. Just ignore me” Remus blushed, looking away slightly.
“Rant to me, Moony” Sirius whispered and met his eyes. “I like your voice” he murmured, and meant it. Loved the hills and valleys, the rise and fall in pitch. But especially when he was so relaxed he forgot to change his accent. “I like your mouth” he confessed and his voice sounded a bit dreamy as he stared at that mouth. “Oh-“ he suppressed a curse. Knowing how idiotically cheesy and cliche it sounded. Especially as they were still in quite a new relationship.
“Oh?” Moony’s lips turned up into a sly grin. A bit smug and satisfied. “It’s fine, i like yours too” Remus smile turned more warm and soft as he leaned in and brushed a kiss to his lips. Sweet just like his Moony.