Idleness, often prolonged the day. The hours felt like days, and the days felt like years. Life was often such an empty routine, so devoid of any motivation or goal. At least, such was the case for Remus. He busied himself with his playing. His playing often reflected his emotions and it wasn't surprising to hear sad, melancholic and hollow notes escape his grand piano, especially at this time of the year. It was his form of plaintive lamentation. However, he had other things on his mind.
Pacing up and down the vast expense of the great mansion, he was looking every bit the nervous wreck. Fingers constantly running through his hair, muttering plans under his breath and eyes that searched the ceilings and walls for an answer. Just as he was observing the fine details of the cracks in the ceiling, a flicker of blue caught the corner of his eye. A familiar soft scent of roses accompanied his glimpse but he was simply too afraid to turn and face his answer who was dressed in a blue gown.
'Serena..I just wanted to say-'
An abrupt end to his sentence that left them hanging. Bad time to notice how beautiful she was. He never did overcome his weakness for her blonde locks and captivating eyes.
'This makes things really crazy, but I-'
Not quite the man good with words.
'I..I..-'
He shut his eyes tightly, reached for the back of her head with his left hand and pulled her close. Taking the moment to grapple with the audacity of the act and the sudden bravery that had consumed him, he hesitated. Then, like a spark fully realizing its potential, passion burned and engulfed them in that moment. Lips, albeit locked awkwardly, spoke the unspoken and revealed the hidden. It wasn't a secret anymore. His stolen glances and discomfort around her was finally accounted for.
They were so caught in their embrace that they had failed to notice a third party in the room.
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