Hey Lover - Daughters of Eve

ad always been painfully self-conscious about the scars that marked his face and hands. He would pull his sleeves down to hide them, keeping his hands shoved deep into his pockets. The full moon had left its imprint on his body, and as much as you assured him it didn’t matter to you, he never fully believed it.

When you first met, he was especially guarded, constantly adjusting his robe collar to cover the more prominent scars on his neck. You had noticed the way his eyes darted nervously every time you got too close. But the truth was, you saw his scars as a part of him—a reminder of his strength, of the battles he’s survived. To you, they were beautiful.

At first, when you reached for his hands, he'd instinctively flinch, afraid you’d focus on the rough texture of the ridged scars. But instead, you took his hand gently, tracing your fingers along the lines etched into his skin. He would watch you, still unable to fathom how you could look at him like that—with such tenderness. In those moments, you would softly kiss the scars on his hands, murmuring against his skin, "These are the stardust to your moon, Remus."

But that never was enough to chase away his deep-rooted insecurities. You could see how much he struggled with the idea that someone could truly love him, in spite of the monster he believed himself to be. And though it broke your heart, you understood—it wasn’t just about loving him; it was about helping him find a way to love himself.

On night when it was just the two of you, your fingers brushing over the lines on his cheeks. You'd press your lips to the marks left behind by the full moon’s fury, lingering there as if each kiss could erase a fragment of his pain. “You’re so much more than you realize,” you’d whisper, but he would just close his eyes, as if to block out the truth.

Loving Remus wasn’t the hard part; that came naturally to you. The real challenge was showing him that he was worthy of that love, that he didn’t have to hide from you—or from himself