In canon they're dead but in my mind Lily, Remus, and Regulus are enjoying the spring, walking around bookshops and old architecture together and about to go and have afternoon tea and shittalk people
the transition from the raven cycle to the dreamer trilogy captures the transition from being a teenager to being an adult so perfectly i can’t stand it. everything in trc is so big, everything means so much, they are all so in love with each other & fall into friendship so easily. and everything in tdt is so much smaller, so much more trust is required to make real relationships, everything falls apart so easily but there’s also so much raw intimacy. and it’s all just like living this too small too big life that is growing and changing. and it is so painful to have grown up with these characters and for them to now be stuck at one stage in life while i have to continue on.
I'll be sure to let you know when I publish the fanfiction. Anyway, you made James so good that I want more cute moments with regular James and the cat!Snape, looking after his owner because regular Lily asked for it (actually, she was just joking, but Snape doesn't understand humanity humor).
sev will take care of the other human, but he'll do it angrily
a pang of pain hit james as he glanced at the once buzzing room, now covered in a thick layer of dust, regulus had always been an artist, his studio was now just a shell of what it had been, the sense of chaos yet tamed by regulus' soothing presence. in the center of the room regs last piece stood, never to be complete. an painting of lily
regulus had always struggled with words - for as long as james had known him.
reg contrasted james' brash personality same could he said in the sense they both showed their love,
james preferred loud actions, and could easily speak 1000s words standing on top of a table in front of all his friends
where as regulus had always shown his feelings in small and gestures which silently spoke all the words he struggled to say, and thats what this painting perfectly embodied.
shortly after lily had given birth, she entered an deep depression and james tried everything, millions of sweet nothings muttered in her ears, yet nothing seemed to come through to her
but this painting was regulus last love letter for lily, his last ode to them , for all his love for them. thats what the incomplete canvas embodied. the oils still drying, yet the eyes of the artist who had been painting it were dryier then they had ever been. his body was never found so maybe the was hope, hope this painting could be complete, hope they could be them again