Portrait of a Woman, perhaps Madame Claude Lambert de Thorigny (Marie Marguerite Bontemps), Detail.
by Nicolas de Largillière (1656-1746)
remus lupin getting in trouble in class the most out of any marauder because he can’t hold it together and always ends up laughing at the notes they send each other in class
sirius of course makes it a personal goal to make remus laugh more. (but then he gets himself in trouble so they both get detention.)
yesterday we were just children
but now we’ve stepped into a cruel world
someone give me zevran fluff
- zevran with a burr in his hair, the warden’s callused fingers attempting to untangle it. ‘ah,’ zevran says, ‘you have been gravely wounded, and there is no healer to be found—i shall kiss it better.’ he does, and his lips are soft.
- zevran, stretched out on one side, the firelight dancing over his still-warm skin, in the shadows of every lashing, never-forgotten scar. yet they are a part of him now, as lean muscle, as well-worn boots, at home upon him and within him. ‘come back to bed,’ he says.
- zevran stepping into his first puddle of thick, disgusting fereldan mud in months with a squelch, blinking, frozen in place. he has been in antiva for too long; his bed has been empty for too long; and he finds, tossing his head back for a throaty laugh, that he has missed this. mud. he has missed mud.
- his mud-caked boots rest by the hearth. zevran rests in his warden’s arms.
dont look at me
ok now i just gotta carve this into some wood yeah no prob