#inter:james

[wildblood]

Closed for: @staggeringlyprongs​

Was it stupid that Remus had been nervous to ask James to go with him to the wedding? Probably. Did it bring Remus a great deal of happiness knowing that they were, in fact, here together? Yes, yes it did. James was like having a safety blanket. Something calming and steady that Remus could lean on if the crowds became to much or he couldn’t worm his way out of a conversation. Silly, really, to be worried about being uncomfortable here of all places. Most of the attendants were his friends and those who weren’t seemed to be Frank’s family. All of which seemed just as pleasant as Frank and Alice. He shouldn’t have been worried but anxiety had its way with Remus’s mind at the best of times. 

Still the ceremony was beautiful. The food at the reception was perfectly cooked and too good. Everyone seemed happy to simply be enjoying themselves and Remus got to take it all in with James close by most of the time. After dinner, Remus stood up as a music started to play and a few people found there way towards the dance floor. Bodies jumping and moving around to the rhythms of whatever they were playing up front. “James Potter,” Remus turned to his date for the evening. “Will you do me the honour of dancing with me?” Remus asked in a slightly over dramatic tone. As if he was asking him to the yule ball or something like that. 

[tupinisla]

James: Should I warn the police?

Only if you feel you cannot protect yourself against this tiny girl.

[wildblood]

staggeringlyprongs​:

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Seeing everyone enjoying themselves was something that James hadn’t expected to see much of these days, however, it was comforting nonetheless. Knowing that people could still go out and enjoy themselves, despite the situation the war was leaving them in, was something he quite enjoyed. James was quite thankful that he was able to be a part of such a happy and important night for his friends. Grinning at Remus’ words, he nodded, “Exactly, come on then,” he teased. James never said no to dancing, and he certainly never said no to dancing with his friends. He had spent many a nights growing up dancing in the kitchen with his Mums while they cooked dinner together, or in the living room with jazz records playing. It was something that was both calming to him and brought him an immense sense of joy. 

Using his hands to pull Remus closer and then pushing him out so that they had space to move their feet and hips. James loved feeling the sway of the music, and being able to let go of the tension that had built up behind his shoulders over the last few months. Giving a small hum, James smiled as he answered, “Good, I’m glad to hear that,” and helped steady the other boy further when someone knocked into them. He moved his hand so that one was resting on Remus’ back while the other came up to grab one of the hands on his shoulder. Shaking his head, he laughed, “Please I’m out every night,” he teased, though that was far from the truth. James might be in the bar working ever night, but he never really stayed to enjoy a drink or anything often. 

- Keeping one arm looped around James’s neck, the other rested on his chest as they danced to the music together. It was nice to lose all other thought excepted for were his feet were going next. No war. No pain. No end of days. No death or destruction. Just dancing at a wedding with James. His- Well, they didn’t label it. The things they’d been through had made them closer than brothers but brothers didn’t do the sorts of things they done either. Friends didn’t do it justice and they weren’t a couple. Remus had never dwelled on a label though. It didn’t bother him when people answer questions. He supposed there was only one answer to give. They were James and Remus. That’s it. Two sides of the same coin, if he had to put a name to it. He supposed that worked best. Better than any one word might do. 

Happily, Remus moved in closer to James’s as he was pulled forwards him. His hands adjusting just slightly as he nodded. “Perhaps the problem is that I’m not with you.” He suggested with a teasing grin. His eyes moving up to meet with James’s green ones. He was right though. Most nights had James out far to late to make plans afterwards. Those nights that he did get off were few and far between. And if Remus worked at a bar that would be the last place he’d want to go to on a night off. Besides that they had order work to attend to on nights off and their side project. 

Blinking out of his thoughts, Remus moved his hand up to James’s shoulder and leaned on his toes so that the other could hear him over the pounding music. “You look ridiculously handsome tonight and don’t you dare use that against me later. I believe in credit where credit is due.” Remus scolded him before he could respond.