He was nervous to take his own shirt off, knowing how many scars there were underneath. What he wasn't expecting was the amount on Severus'. Remus looked down, a finger tracing over a scar long scabbed over. His eyes shifted to show concern. It was almost disbelief, but not pity. No, he didn't pity him. Remus just couldn't believe someone could do that. But Severus didn't need to explain. After all, what Sirius had done to him was nearly just as bad.
He might not have known what it was like to get those scars, but it was like a matching set, the two of them. Though he was grateful for Severus turning the light off, he knew his own scars were visible. And these were deep, cutting into the flesh. He still had a nice black and blue mark from Severus lashing out at him.
But that was all the past. All the scars and damage were in the past. Right now they had each other. Remus slipped his arms around Severus and pulled him close again. He felt his chest on the others and planted his mouth back on Severus', mostly to conceal the fact that Remus' breath hitched in his throat at their touch.
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Date: 2010-08-11 10:47 pm (UTC)He might not have known what it was like to get those scars, but it was like a matching set, the two of them. Though he was grateful for Severus turning the light off, he knew his own scars were visible. And these were deep, cutting into the flesh. He still had a nice black and blue mark from Severus lashing out at him.
But that was all the past. All the scars and damage were in the past. Right now they had each other. Remus slipped his arms around Severus and pulled him close again. He felt his chest on the others and planted his mouth back on Severus', mostly to conceal the fact that Remus' breath hitched in his throat at their touch.