#atyd reference

It's exhilarating. The sensation of power and speed. The sweep of the wind on his muzzle, ruffling the thick fur on his back. His heart beating so fast. The million scents he encounters on his mad run across the forest. Sirius's senses are overwhelmed by so many new stimuli and he has to consciously breath and accept to take them in. But once he does… It's a firework of sensations buzzing delightfully all over his brain. As if he'd been starved and was finally faced with a banquet of an infinite variety of exquisite dishes and treats. And among all those thoughts, sensations and feelings that Sirius receives directly from Remus's brain - or rather the werewolf's brain - there is nothing like aggressiveness, hate or fury, as his orionian self would have expected, only days before. It's raw love, playfulness, joy of life and sense of belonging. After more playful time, yapping and running, the memories slowly end, fading away as a dream he'd wake up from. Sirius slowly returns to the sensations of his own body. The way it's relaxed on the soft mattress below him, in the tube. The way the pillow gently supports his neck. The soft humming of the ship's machines. The faint scent of Remus next to him, the reassuring magic he senses from him. The touch of a warm skin on his hand - Remus's hand tethering him to reality, bringing him back from Remus's own inner world. "How are you doing, Love?" Remus asks in a murmur. Sirius feels… He would say he feels both excited and… satiated? Before he can explain, Remus adds, an anxious tone in his voice: "Was it scary?" "No," Sirius firmly says. "It was beautiful."