snippet from my notes app because i dont remember what fic this was for :3
It's strange how Sirius carved a place in Remus' life.
As though he were loosening a spring; ring by ring by ring, stretching it further and further apart in an attempt to fit inside. And god, god, did he manage it. Sirius carved himself a space in Remus' life big enough to accommodate all of him.
All of his vibrant energy, and the way he'd always be moving somehow, rarely stopping, running around the courtyard as though the gates didn't exist in his world. The drastic stillness when he did stop. Lying side by side in sleeping bags and sharing quiet words. Enough space for him to throw his arms out dramatically like he always did when he was passionate about something, or to bring his arms above his head to throw his hair in that undeniably messy bun that still seemed to work for him.
He pulled the spring apart so, so, so much.
The issue with Sirius Black, is that he'd been a stranger to the word "limit".
He spoke back in class as though the world couldn't touch him, or threw insults at Crouch and Rosier as if they couldn't get him expelled with a single statement. He pestered Remus on days when he all he needed was quiet company, always asking inane philosophical questions that he couldn't handle right then. Sirius was always pulling and pulling as though the limitations didn't exist.
As though pulling too hard wouldn't break the spring.
As though Remus would not be irrevocably changed, and hollowed out, with far too much space to fill.
