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Something's missing.

Kieren can't put his finger on what's going on, but he has the strange, sneaking suspicion that something is happening. He shakes his head and goes back to his sketching, dabbing his fingers slowly with his thumb and frowning when he sees the strange black liquid coming out of his nose. He shakes his head and ignores it, going back to sketching Sirius without any of his clothes.

He smiles, faintly, as his thoughts turn to his boyfriend, still getting used to that thought. And more than that, the faint delighted prickle doesn't even feel imagined.

Maybe he'll call Sirius soon and invite him over for something, like a movie. There, again, is that feeling, like he's missed something big.

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"Few hours, I think," Sirius says, still watching Kieren almost warily. He's only ever used this spell a couple of times as a true disguise. Ordinarily, it's intended as a means to have a bit of a laugh, not for actual realism. "How brown do you want your eyes to be? And should I try to match the shade of your mousse for your skin?"

He wishes he had a picture from home, but he trusts Sirius to do whatever he needs to in order to make it look right. "You just do right by me. Make me look human," he says, worrying his lower lip between his teeth. "I trust you."

There's so much in those three little words and Sirius feels a coil of anxiety wind tight in his belly. The last people to trust him ended up dead. Kieren's already dead in some ways, but that doesn't mean Sirius can't still fuck this up. It doesn't mean that at all.

He pulls in a deep breath and then mutters a quick spell as he gives a flick of his wrist. Instantly, Kieren's skin turns from ashy pale to a color much closer to Sirius's own and the white irises of his eyes turn a rich brown. "Alright," he says, lowering his hand, his heart beating strangely fast. "Have a look then."

Kieren's a touch nervous, he can't lie. He's avoided mirrors for so long because of what they might show him and it seems strange to be thinking of this in reverse -- being nervous of what he might see. He rises and heads for the mirror, lifting his gaze and staring at himself as he was before.

His breath catches and he reaches out as if he can touch his humanity, bewitched by the sight. "It's perfect." It looks real, not the awful fakeness of the makeup and contacts.

Kieren pushes up off the couch and Sirius stays where he is a moment, watching, before slowly getting to his feet himself, wand still in one hand in case Kieren doesn't like what he sees and needs the spell reversed. He steps up behind Kieren, staring at his reflection, at the look on Kieren's face.

He doesn't look disappointed, at least. Or terribly scared. Slowly, Sirius smiles and rests his hands on Kieren's sides. "Yeah? So is this what you looked like before then? Or close to it?"

"Very close," he says, barely doing more than exhaling the words. He thinks his hair had been a little more colourful because it hadn't been dead, but for the most part, he feels like he's looking at himself before. He covers up one of the black cuts on his wrist with his palm, hides the wound in his stomach from his rabid attack.

And just like that, he looks human. "This is incredible," he praises.

Sirius's smile softens as he stares at the wonder on Kieren's face and turns his head just enough to brush his lips to the curve of his jaw. "Still beautiful," he murmurs, smoothing his hands higher up Kieren's sides and then around, pulling him close.

Kieren's skin is still as cold as ever, he hasn't a spell to make his blood suddenly start flowing, but anything that makes Kieren smile like that is good enough. "I can do it whenever you'd like. Every day, even. Or just for special occasions. Whichever."

"I think whenever I need it, I'll come to you instead of the makeup. The contacts always make my eyes itch, even if I shouldn't be able to feel it," he admits, staring at himself with all the awe and wonder due in this situation. "You're so powerful."

Kieren's still drinking in the sight of his own reflection and Sirius can't say he blames him. As attractive as he finds Kieren just as he is with his light, light eyes and pale skin, he can admit there's something startlingly nice about this one as well. Perhaps it's the healthy hue of his skin, the life in his eyes.

"Whenever you'd like," Sirius promises again, his smile widening at the awe in Kieren's tone. "Well, I am a wizard," he reminds him, tightening his hold around Kieren's middle. "And, believe it or not, I did very very well in school. My family may not be good for much, but it seems I inherited some skill, at the very least."

He sinks back into the hold and takes delight in the vision he gets in the mirror of him and Sirius, plastered together like an attractive normal-looking couple, if you could just ignore the scars on Kieren's arms. "This is nice," is what he says quietly. "Being normal, for once."

Sirius can't help his grin, delighted by Kieren's approval, both of himself and Sirius's powers.

He turns his head just enough to brush a kiss to Kieren's jaw again, drags his lips down the length of his neck as he rests his hand flat to Kieren's belly. "Normal's a bit overrated, I'd say," he whispers. "But I'll not deny we make a pretty attractive pair, you and me."

"Yeah, we'll do," Kieren agrees, turning so he can press a non-cover-up kiss to Sirius' lips, happy that there's no smudge of makeup like usually happens in this case.

There's no chalky taste to the kiss, no smudge of mouse against Sirius's nose or cheek and he hums softly as he presses it deeper, tasting nothing but the slick wet of Kieren's mouth.

"We'll do," he agrees, pulling back with a wide, happy grin.

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