The Look at the Train Station
Remus Lupin, 4:38 pm, November 20th
Remus stood with his suitcase in front of the tracks, leaning on the side of a cold, tiled pillar, watching the two children walking in front of him with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. They were loudly bickering, arguing over something he assumed to be stupid. He allows his eyes to follow them as their mother pulls them apart, leaving the two misbehaving children on either side of the tired-looking woman. One of them, the younger looking one, pokes their tiny head behind the mother’s leg, sticking their tongue out at the other. He smiles to himself and lets out a quick chuckle. The image of the two siblings consume him, leaving the ever present feeling of longing.He looks back down at the book he’s reading in one hand, bending the book in half in a way that would make Lily want to justifiably murder him for breaking the spine.
He looks up at the familiar noise of speakers buzzing while taking another drag of his cigarette.
“The train to London is arriving at station four in 5 short minutes.”
He sighs while looking back down to tries and focus on the words in front of him, but his mind continues to wander as he idly searches for more people to observe.
An old couple sitting on a bench, a mother fixing a sad-looking child’s clothes, a father with a baby, smiling down and singing a song softly, and finally, his eyes fall on a man across the tracks. A beautiful man. He has curly black hair to his shoulders, tattoos covering most of the skin on his revealed neck, a dark band t-shirt, black jeans with holes, fishnets underneath, a heavy leather coat, and platform Dr. Martins that do absolutely nothing to help his height. His pale face is beautiful and sharp, with smudged purple glitter on the lids, and messy black eyeliner all over his eyes. While his whole dark leather get-up makes him appear dark and sinful, his face makes him seem like an angel.
Remus subconsciously thinks that he wouldturn back to the Lord if he truly was an angel and kicks himself for even thinking it. There’s a reason I left behind religion, he thinks.
Remus decides he’s had enough of staring at pretty boys and tries to focus on the book again, forcing himself to read a few paragraphs, yet not absorbing anything. His mind keeps screaming at him to steal one more glance at the leather-clad boy, and Remus finally gives in to his thoughts.
Except when he does look up, the angel is already staring at him.
Remus feels his heart stop and widens his eyes in panic.
Shit, he’s so pretty.
He assumes the other boy will feel similarly and quickly look away in alarm for embarrassingly being caught staring, but he never does. He stares deeply into Remus’s eyes from across the tracks, never breaking eye contact. Remus hears the sound of a train coming and curses it for ruining what is happening to him right now. Right as the train is about to pass and cover the beautiful sight across from Remus, the angel smiles a wide, toothy smile as the train separates them.
Remus is left with the lingering feeling of another’s eyes on his, the sweat on his palms, and his unread book.
The train stopped slowly in front of the scarred boy, letting out a miserable-sounding noise and enough smoke to cause the whole country of Wales to suffocate. He silently curses the train for not only ruining his moment with the mystery man-angel but also for not waiting on him to at least finish his cigarette. Remus inhales one last drag and drops the cigarette to the dirty floor, stubbing it out with his foot. He grabs his ratty suitcase in one hand and his book in the other and steps towards the trains awaiting doors.
He takes one more look over his shoulder to appreciate and hate the country he once only knew to love and finally looks away to look forward to a new future.
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Sirius Black, 4:38 pm, November 20th
Sirius has been staring at the boy across the tracks from him for an alarming amount of time. He was entranced by the man’s scarred face and imagined following them with the tips of his fingers, painting out his facial features. Another impure part of his mind was imagining tracing every inch of him with his tongue. Sirius didn't feel a need to separate the two thoughts, combining love with lust, sweetness with passion. He let the thoughts linger in his mind.
Both, he thought. You can not have one without the other.
Sirius was observing the beautiful man as he watched two kids arguing. His gaze roamed all over his face and was entranced by his lips as they curved into a small smile. The stranger was staring at the children with a familiar stare, one Sirius knew plenty about. Longing.
“Well, who fucked you up, pretty boy?” He muttered to himself with a smirk.
He was leaning fully against a dirty pillar, one leg bent against the wall behind him, a cigarette behind his ear, and silver star clips littering his hair.
He studies the way the stranger’s light brown curls fell messily on his head as he looked down into an open book and followed his pretty eyes as they read the lines. He lifted his gaze again, scanning his surroundings, and Sirius memorized how his eyes moved, how his eyelashes looked as he blinked. Everything about him had Sirius mesmerized.
Suddenly, he looked right at Sirius, eyes blazing into his soul. He thought the man could hear his thoughts, they were truly that obvious. He knows everything about him, knows how he felt about a mere stranger. He surely sounded psychotic.
Sirius found himself entranced by the man’s eyes, silently freaking out that he was actually looking at him.
He didn't know what else to do that wasn't just screaming at the boy about his already undying love, so he smiled. He wished the other boy could read his smile and somehow understand everything he was thinking at that moment, but the boy just stared.
He didn't realize until the train was right in front of his face that he was still even in a train station, too distracted by much more important things.
He stared at the now-open train doors and took a moment to absorb everything that had just happened. He kicks himself off the wall letting out a quick breath, starting his way into the doors while picking up the cigarette behind his ear and lighting it with a lighter from his messy tote bag.