(Choose to be remus or sirius)

The sun beat down upon the lush fields that stretched across the expanse of all remus knows. Gentle rays of sunlight highlighted lone sheep with sweet lambs and glistened against minute puddles left before the engulfing drought. A rough, tanned hand smoothed carefully over a horse's back as his other fed her tousled strands of hay. "That's it." Remus murmured as the horse relaxed in the drowning sun.

Remus was sweating as he worked on the land of his farm, left to him by a dying uncle he barely knew. His hat was titled to the side of his head, providing him trace amounts of shade, in a vew cowboy like manner - though he would deny every comment as such with an exasperated roll of his eyes and a half hearted glare.

Eventually, his hand came to sweep his scarred brow, and he lifted his eyes to the porch connected to the front of his small home. A rare trace smile tugged at remus' lips as he saw him sitting there. The vampire whom remus fell hopelessly in love with. His sirius.

One of sirius' legs had tucked itself up onto the wooden rocking chair with him in a way that made the vampire appear to be a childish fool. His pale, slender fingers lazily held the mug of blood from which he was sipping slowly. Animal blood, sirius wouldn't be a monster like his family. He looked down at the cat that brushed its soft tail against his legs. Despite the thick material of his worn jeans covering the skin, he could still feel the comforting warmth the old cat provided. He let a hand wander down and stroke through its fur. So soft and gentle.

Eventually, he looked up as he felt eyes on him, and sirius' grey eyes softened just a little as he saw remus gazing at him from the fields he was tending too. The human he had stupidly fallen in love with. His remus.

Sirius wanted dearly to go join remus, but the deadly sun that beat down in a threatening manner kept him at bay under the safety of the shade in the porch. Sirius may be an idiot, but the vampire wasn't stupid enough to risk his sensitive skin in the daring sun.

So there he sat with his thick mug of crimson blood and his dark curls tugged into two plaits upon his shoulders. Whilst Remus tended to his animals and land with a natural skill and odd elegance.