no one really ever had it good. everyone had their vices and there wasn’t anyone who was perfect. though, that statement in itself could be everchanging for each and every person. for example, remus saw himself as lousy-- but he knew people who would argue otherwise. in the same hand, when remus lupin watched thomas vanderbilt from the archway connecting the kitchen and living room... he saw perfection. from the build of his shoulders to the beautiful crease right above his brow, tommy was magnificent. he wasn’t entirely sure if the man noticed he was there, but he didn’t go out of his way to make much noise. moving up behind the wizard, he snaked his arms around his waist. resting his chin in the crook of tommy’s neck, remus hummed as he greedily pulled his body closer. it was innocent admiration, because the simple touch of skin to skin made remus’ warm canine heart catch fire.
a tired, slow, and very welsh voice creeps up past peppermint fresh lips and into tommy’s ear. ❝ good mornin’ love. ❞ a kiss, now planted to his shoulder. they weren’t even dating, but a title didn’t really define how remus felt about tommy.
