l'osservatore della bellezza | wolfstar

"Fortune favours the bold. And if anything, darling, I am bold."

~

the italian renaissance, 1502. somewhere in florence.

remus lupin is a sculptor, an artist, a poet. his world is embroidered with the fanciful and the beautiful, and he devotes himself to it beneath sweet blue skies.

he will not allow himself to love beyond appearance, though, for underneath even the most perfect spun glass, ugliness sits like a chasm into which loveliness falls and shatters.

sirius black is every artist's daydream - a muse, yes, but so impossibly steeped in perfection that the term 'muse' seems too ordinary. he is beauty beyond description, a smile soft like the feathery touch of sleep, a grey-eyed gaze that could paint clouds into the horizon.

and yet, he seeks something - someone - who might wish to look further, beneath his perfect spun glass, and see... him. just him.

but in a world filled with birdsong, could anyone bear to listen to the shrill scream of a broken mind?

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"...in a way, every time I break a heart, I break mine, too. It seems that I ruin everything I touch."

"But you create, Remus. You create the most beautiful of things."

"I create destruction."

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disclaimer: i don't actually own harry potter, believe it or not. which is unfortunate, but i guess no one can really do anything about it. the story is mine though, so at least there's that.

dedicated to my editor, @FanOfWayToMuch, for supporting me throughout the writing of this book. if it weren't for her, this would likely be much more trashy, and i am eternally grateful for her enthusiasm, honesty, and love.

warning: there will be smut. and fluff. tooth-rotting, sweet fluff. i hope you brought a toothbrush.

that's all i think. go read. stop wasting time.

started: wednesday 19th february, 2020
finished: saturday 18th september, 2021