This loss feels like a welcome home

She wasn't certain if it made her feel better or worse when Sirius pulled her in, gripping her tight to him as he growled a familiar word in her ear. In some ways it was so familiar that it did feel like nothing had changed - and perhaps for him it hadn't. She had always been his, always would be. From day one he had declared it. Mine. A word she had heard time and time again. She had been happy for him to take her in, claim her as his. Welcomed it even. But he could never be hers.

This wasn't a two way street. She had been content with that for the entire span of their friendship and she would find a way to be again. As soon as these memories finally began to fade and as soon as she found a way to get over the embarrassment of her own foolish ignorance. But until then she could turn her attention else where, focus on getting better, focus on getting him better. They needed each other and she could find comfort it that. A purpose. She could work on reburying her feelings while they built each other back up over them.

"Yours," she agreed softly. She'd never fight him when it came to him claiming her as his. She had long since accepted that it was just part of the territory of being in Sirius' life. She let him squeeze her until he finally squeezed too tight, making her wince as he crushed down on her still tender shoulder. "Not so tight, you selfish bastard," she scolded him, tapping his foreleg with her paw. A little laugh left her as she sniffled, managing a slightly more genuine smile. The pain was still there, aching at her chest, but she could breathe a little easier. It was a begrudging acceptance, but acceptance none of the less.












"Tamsyn" | "Blue"