The moon was almost full tonight, so I went outside in the dark and watched it for a while. It was shining on Lac Léman, and it reminded me of Sirius and Remus, so I grabbed a pen and paper and jotted this down for many_miles_away, because she's not very happy, and I thought mushy S/R might make her smile.
I have no idea where the sun sets and rises in the North Sea, nor how big it is when it rises or sets. Not cutting because I've never written S/R before.
Random, title-less S/R, kind of. 431.
What Sirius hated the most about spending twelve years in Azkaban was the loneliness he felt during the full moon. He sat in his cell and would look out the minuscule window, barred from his best friend, sentenced for a crime that he didn't commit. He could see the moon just after dusk; the way his window faced gave him a clear one-by-one-foot view of it rising over the North Sea. It would be the same colour as the daffodils in Godric's Hollow and about the size of a Galleon. It would shine a two-inch-wide path along the surface of the water that he would eventually follow to freedom. When the moon was high, he wondered for twelve years who took care of Moony when he transformed. James was dead - Prongs would never ride again. Wormtail was never any help in controlling the werewolf, and he hated thinking of Peter, of what he did, of how anyone could ever...
He longed for him. Sirius for Remus, Padfoot for Moony. He missed the challenges being friends with Remus brought, and he missed the companionship that went with it. Remus was so dependable, reliable, responsible, in essence, everything Sirius was not. In essence, Sirius's other half.
And on the nights when the moon was the colour of daffodils and it shone a path to freedom, Sirius would become Padfoot and remember how for nearly ten years, it had been he that had kept the wolf at bay, and fervently hoped that it would be that way again, someday. He would sit at the window until he heard faint howling far in the distance - how he was sure he heard the howling! - and he would howl back, a long, slow, mournful sound that told Moony, if he ever heard, everything that ever needed to be said, but had taken too long in the making. And if he listened very hard, which he always did, for he always held close to his heart the hope that someday Remus might forgive him, he could sometimes hear a voice in return.
And he was sure it wasn't an echo, because he knew Moony by heart - he knew every whimper, every groan, every howl. He had him memorized long ago, long before Peter, long before Harry, long before Lily, because it was Remus who made him feel whole. It was Remus he always wanted to be with. It was Remus who was his soulmate, and would be for always, until after Sirius fell, until after the end, and forever back into the beginning again.
ETA: I can't believe no one noticed that I called James 'Padfoot' and not 'Prongs'!