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marginalia) wrote2003-12-09 01:58 am
marginalia) wrote2003-12-09 01:58 am
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drabbles. trust all stars. sirius/remus. marauder rhombus-verse
trust all stars - sirius/remus
fanfic-ing fanfic is oh, so very meta. in the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
marauderrhombus-verse.
Everyone always assumed that Remus had tried to kill himself in the hazy not-so-distant past. It was an impression he encouraged (as much as he encouraged anything which is to say not much), the leather band tight around his thin wrist, hair falling in half-closed eyes, and people gave him an extra layer of personal space that way. Because really life was okay so far as it went, but people often tired him. But even when they weighed him down, heavy with their dreams, he stuck around, vaguely curious as to how his world would turn out.
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Practice disintegrated into James and Sirius sketching rude illustrations along the edges of lyric-scrawled napkins and Peter drifted towards the television (alternately channel surfing and rifling through video tapes pretending not to look for porn). Remus curled into the overstuffed armchair (that had appeared on the sidewalk in front of the building three days before in all its garish flowered glory), shuddered gently, yawned (sharp teeth Sirius noted once he remembered to breathe) and drifted half-asleep in the room's white noise.
Sirius tried not to watch him unwinding slowly, relaxing warm and stretching cat-like in his daydreams.
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Remus would honestly rather have a ginger ale the majority of the time, but it's a shame to waste his drink ticket (the rare times that James doesn't take them all) on a soda. When the signs with hearts start appearing he's grateful that ordering the needed bourbon won't appear out of place.
He remembers too late that he's meant to be joking. His words hang earnest in the air between them and he turns away from Sirius, face unreadable in the shadows.
He pays for their drinks and wakes Peter, a drowsy safety net between him and the night.
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Remus fidgets, pulling back the hair bands and snapping them against his wrist. He's on the verge of a welt, and Sirius wishes he'd just have a damn cigarette already. Drag. Exhale. Flick the ash. Self-destruct from the inside out.
He and Remus have matching calluses, and somehow that makes it easier for Sirius (fast in the shower, otherwise James would know). He tastes smoke on his tongue and feels rough fingers on his cock and it almost is enough for now.
But Remus chews his nails and he'll never mark Sirius, harmless fingertips skating, fleeting touch soon gone.
playing with other people's toys is all kinds of unnerving.
fanfic-ing fanfic is oh, so very meta. in the
marauderrhombus-verse.Everyone always assumed that Remus had tried to kill himself in the hazy not-so-distant past. It was an impression he encouraged (as much as he encouraged anything which is to say not much), the leather band tight around his thin wrist, hair falling in half-closed eyes, and people gave him an extra layer of personal space that way. Because really life was okay so far as it went, but people often tired him. But even when they weighed him down, heavy with their dreams, he stuck around, vaguely curious as to how his world would turn out.
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Practice disintegrated into James and Sirius sketching rude illustrations along the edges of lyric-scrawled napkins and Peter drifted towards the television (alternately channel surfing and rifling through video tapes pretending not to look for porn). Remus curled into the overstuffed armchair (that had appeared on the sidewalk in front of the building three days before in all its garish flowered glory), shuddered gently, yawned (sharp teeth Sirius noted once he remembered to breathe) and drifted half-asleep in the room's white noise.
Sirius tried not to watch him unwinding slowly, relaxing warm and stretching cat-like in his daydreams.
::
Remus would honestly rather have a ginger ale the majority of the time, but it's a shame to waste his drink ticket (the rare times that James doesn't take them all) on a soda. When the signs with hearts start appearing he's grateful that ordering the needed bourbon won't appear out of place.
He remembers too late that he's meant to be joking. His words hang earnest in the air between them and he turns away from Sirius, face unreadable in the shadows.
He pays for their drinks and wakes Peter, a drowsy safety net between him and the night.
::
Remus fidgets, pulling back the hair bands and snapping them against his wrist. He's on the verge of a welt, and Sirius wishes he'd just have a damn cigarette already. Drag. Exhale. Flick the ash. Self-destruct from the inside out.
He and Remus have matching calluses, and somehow that makes it easier for Sirius (fast in the shower, otherwise James would know). He tastes smoke on his tongue and feels rough fingers on his cock and it almost is enough for now.
But Remus chews his nails and he'll never mark Sirius, harmless fingertips skating, fleeting touch soon gone.
playing with other people's toys is all kinds of unnerving.
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just be sure to give them a thorough cleaning before giving them back ;->
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*looks innocent*
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He remembers too late that he's meant to be joking. His words hang earnest in the air between them and he turns away from Sirius, face unreadable in the shadows.
But Remus chews his nails and he'll never mark Sirius, harmless fingertips skating, fleeting touch soon gone.
I think I need to read it again, and possibly all the stories in the 'verse like today. Like maybe at work. I'm such a slacker.
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Uh-huh.
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Please stop making starfishchick work on work-related things, as she has Harry Potter AU fic to read.
Also, porn.
Yours truly,
jaci
P.S. If you could see clear to giving her time off to write her Slasha Baby fic, we'd really appreciate it. Thx.
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shit. i need to work on my slasha, baby, too. but i'd rather read. oops.
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This does not help much in writing Craig/Bean fluffy smut.
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i mean. uh.
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And I'd probably sleep with him too. But Bean doesn't want to! I try to write him, and he keeps saying how he didn't intend to sleep around on this shoot.
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viggobean!hrm.
Stupid Bean.
Re: Stupid Bean.
Re: Stupid Bean.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck I've no idea what I'm doing. Craig won't speak to me AT ALL!!
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Your fault. All your fault.
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Loved these, and a nice character study for me! ;)
*hugs*
~J~
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for you, anything!
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:D
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THIS IS SO COOL. FOR SEVERAL REASONS!! THE FIRST OF WHICH IS THAT YOU WROTE MR!! The capital letters will probably get annoying actually, so I won't continue on like that. But the last line of the first one, with the dreams weighing heavy on him and him being curious as to how it would turn out it is totally amazing. The fact that you included Peter pretending not to look for porn is AWESOME. Remus remembering late that he's supposed to be joking = also AWESOME. And I don't even have any A words for the last drabble because I already used 'amazing' and 'awesome' and I have a very limited vocabulary, but the hair bands and the calluses and him not marking Sirius is something worthy of a lot of !!!!s and WOW YOU'RE COOL!!!s
I could totally go on more, but I've probably scared you enough. I'm completely nuts. Kathleen'll vouch for me. But ohmygodthisissogood!
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i was just so nervous to write in this 'verse, but i love it so and i'm delighted that i didn't get beat upside the head for, i don't know, being way off in terms of canon & character and stuff. so, eee! *bounce* am verra happy. thank you!
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this is just like, the most absolutely beautiful thing i've read for a long, long time, and i'm biased because i'm attached to the universe, but the language you've used is so...i can't even describe it. it's delicate, in a way, and just utterly stunning.
the only way i can even think to start talking to you about this is in this horrible, self-absorbed way, because i think i'm supposed to be writing Remus in this universe, and most of my fic has been Sirius POV. Sirius has a limited understanding of Remus, and so do i.
i've been angsting to Jackie and Jamie for awhile about how detatched he is, for example. in canon, he's a werewolf, which makes him secretive and slow to trust and all that jazz. in this universe, i felt like there wasn't something i could pin that to, and it was bothering me.
and you've just portrayed his detatchment here in this perfect, perfect way that made me realize i'd been looking at it wrong the whole time, and there doesn't need to be a reason. he just is this way. people wear him out. it's so simple and so apt and i doubt i'd have even been able to set it out so plainly and in such an eloquent, convincing way.
let's see. the fact that he doesn't mind people thinking that he killed himself is just so right. i can't even explain it, it fits so well that it feels like something i've known all along.
the phrases extra layer of personal space and a drowsy safety net between him and the night deserve to be like, carved in statues somewhere, they're just so lovely. and also, the concept of Remus having these physical barriers between himself and...everything, really, just floors me.
you are just amazing. the way you've taken Jackie's details about Remus's bracelets and way Sirius observes him and the ending of that silly ficlet i wrote in june and turned it into this is beyond wonderful.
you know this Remus better than i do, and i should probably feel silly about that, but instead i'm just thrilled and awestruck and grinning like an idiot.
<3333333333
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i had a note, all in caps, in word when i was writing, reminding me not to make remus a mary sue, plzthx. so i'm just so happy that i, y'know, didn't.
oh, this is fun! now i get to tell you why i thought of things. ok, the thinking he had tried to kill himself thing came from the author's notes on the epic, about how the band and watch didn't mean he had tried to kill himself . .or did it. and i thought . .well, you saw what i thought. but that's what sparked it. and i had thought the hair band bit was such a lovely detail to start with. that's what i really love about this verse, the detail that everyone's put into it. that and the way that you in particular write s/r so delicately. i can't wait to play with the touring arc.
hrm. so i apparently say thanks by fangirling y'all. okay then :)
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any other decisions you'd like me to make for you? ;)
<3
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and oh yes, PLEASE play with the touring arc!!!! i would LOVE to know what Remus is thinking during those fics, and it's clear that you'll be infinitely better at figuring it out than i would be.
and yes, the details are the fun part of this universe. i adored Remus's bracelets when i read about them in the epic, too, because (like all of these drabbles!!) it was something that i'd never have thought of that was just so suited to him it made me squeal.
<333
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I'm so glad that you played in this universe. I am all with the love right now.