||[Feb. 12th, 2005|11:42 am]
Hey! Hope everyone is okay :) um.. I wrote a second part to my first drabble “My Moony Wish” for the request from el spamola that I keep writing, which was a very sweet thing to say, and thanks to those who commented on My Moony Wish, it helped boost my confidence to post Remus’s dream! I was technically supposed to be studying, but got carried away with this, it’s longer than I expected it to be, as it's supposed to be a drabble. Hope it’s not too bad :)
Remus shifted his body, raising his left arm above his head, he did not notice this movement however, for he was currently sound asleep; warm and cosy under his duvet. Quite recently Remus had discovered that being asleep, was where he preferred to be.
Asleep was where he was allowed to dream, and as his Mother, Bless her, always used to tell him, while tucking him into bed:
“Dreams are the place where your fantasy’s are allowed to wander and come true, if only while you’re sleeping, sweet dreams my darling…”
Remus knows his Mum spoke the truth, and therefore he indulges in his dreams, as this is where his pleasurable fantasy of having Sirius Black return his love and affections, happens to be.
Upon waking, Remus will smile with blissful hearted contentment, that is until the realisation hits him, that once again, he had been having his Padfoot Dream:
Sirius and he are walking slowly in comfortable silence, hands entwined, through the Forbidden Forest; forbidden, similar to his love for Sirius, but thankfully for Remus, he knows this thought will only disturb him once he is awake; for now though: Sirius is his and his alone.
Occasionally, they briefly glance at each other’s faces, in the hope of catching ‘that look’ they both share in one another’s eyes: love and adoration.
Through the trees, they are bathed in the waxing moon’s glare, which Remus feels is trying to break the couple’s happiness.
It does not have the desired effect: Remus does not fear the moon, or it’s friend the Wolf, when he is in the safety of Padfoot’s presence and strength. His brave Sirius will shelter him from the unbidden fear that normally rises in his chest from seeing the moonlight.
This thought is shared between them, as Sirius stops, and turns to face him; wrapping his muscular, yet slim arms, around Remus’ thin form; hugging him protectively to his chest, cradling Remus’s head against his shoulder, and lightly stroking his hair: a silent promise passing through these actions, that he will do everything in his power for the rest of his life, to protect Remus.
It’s this act of tenderness from self-assured Sirius Black that reinforces what Remus knows his heart has told him countless times: You are desperately in love with Sirius.
Remus looks up into Sirius’s face, noticing his ocean deep grey eyes, are holding a look of gentleness, which plainly tells him, that his love is reciprocated.
Unbeknown to Remus, this particular part of his regularly occurring dream, manages to produce a stronger smile on his face; a smile that was caught, also unbeknown to him, by said Sirius Black.
Remus was not to be aware of the fact that Sirius noticed almost everything about him; or that Sirius had just made a certain wish, an idea given to him by reading one of Remus’s old muggle fairytale books, that he just couldn’t quite part with.
Perhaps if Remus had not been so hopelessly lost in his wonderful dream, he may have woken to find the object of his affections, staring at him, with a look on his face, divided equally between contentment and longing; and who knows, he may also have realised, clever boy that he is: Sirius had just made a Moony Wish.