Day 10- jewellery. Wolfstar
When Sirius was younger, and still trapped with his god-awful family, he was rarely able to wear jewellery. He was allowed to do so occasionally, only at family events, nd only when it was approved by his mother. The sort of jewellery he was allowed to wear was chunky, ancient pieces that had been passed down for generations, rings and enchanting pocket watches that had been intricately designed hundreds of years ago and Sirius was supposed to adorn without care.
Sirius wasn’t supposed to like these pieces, and he wasn’t supposed to pay any attention to them, he was just mindlessly supposed to do as he was told and act like a puppet. As a teenager, he started to buy more or gain more through gifts of jewellery from his friends, but most of it was destroyed by his parents when they noticed them.
Sirius was possessive of his things, especially in keeping them from his mother, which led to him leaning away from his love for jewellery, avoiding wearing any and keeping them so they couldn’t be taken from him.
He had still been cautious when he and Regulus had left their household, careful to never become too attached, worried that his things could still be taken from him even though his parents had no access to them.
Still, he was recovering from his past, becoming more confident in his freedom and trusting in the people around him, so Remus found a necklace to gift him, something special and delicate that was nothing like the chunky, overexaggerated pieces he had as a child, and a representation of the items he was allowed and deserved.
It’s a silver piece, on a long chain, so if Sirius isn’t ready to display it it can disappear under his shirt, hidden close to his heart. The chain has two small pendants attached to it, a small twinkling star, silver backed with a small sparkling precious jem on the front, and a silver moon, the craters gently moulded into it. It’s supposed to represent them, although Remus isn’t entirely sure if he’ll understand it.
“Sirius,” Remus calls out to where Sirius is sitting at the table, a pencil tucked behind his ear while he worries his lip. He’s trying to draw a tattoo for Regulus, and he’s trying so earnestly and passionately, desperate to draw a faultless design, that Remus debates just proposing to him with a necklace. Can he do that? Sirius hums in acknowledgement, looking up to smile at him quickly before returning to the design.
“I got you something,” Sirius looks up confused, thinking over the date, trying to work out what he’s forgotten, an anniversary or an important date. He clearly comes up short, mainly because it’s just a gift, not a special occasion, and shakes his head gently.
“I’m sorry, I have no idea what today is, did I forget something?” He looks worried, and Remus kisses him deeply, feeling him relax as he cups Remus’ face, Remus reassuring him that he’s not mad. Remus wouldn’t be mad at him for forgetting a date, but he understands why he may struggle to see that.
“You didn’t forget, I just wanted to get you a gift,” Remus pulls out the bag, placing it on the table in front of Sirius. Sirius looks at him shocked, his mouth opening and shutting several times, no words coming out as he searches for the words.
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“I know, I wanted to.” Sirius tears up slightly at Remus’ words, not knowing what to say or how to act. When you’re born into a loveless house you don’t expect to find love anywhere, but sometimes, someone proves to you that it’s really all around.
“Thank you,” He breaths out, and Remus just smiles,
“You haven’t even opened it yet, you might hate it,” Sirius shakes his head vehemently.
“No way, anything you got me would be perfect.” Sirius reaches for the bag, pulling out the box with shaky hands and pulling it open slowly. When he spots the necklace, he gasps, falling in love with it instantly.
“It’s us?” Sirius questions, clearly making the link but not knowing if that was the purpose of the charms. Remus nods, smiling gently as Sirius pulls it out of the box and turns away from Remus, pulling his hair to one side to allow the necklace to be put on.
Remus carefully links up the chain, turning Sirius back around to face him, and tucking his hair behind his ear to get a better look at his eyes, he mutters how beautiful Sirius is and watches the way his face lights up in awe.
“Thank you, for the necklace, it’s beautiful,” Sirius reaches a hand up to clasp the charms, warming them in his palm. “I love it, and I love you.”