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marginalia) wrote2004-08-29 05:35 pm
marginalia) wrote2004-08-29 05:35 pm
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three drabbles. i know you're thrilled.
oh, why am i never paying attention when it's ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
queerditch_pub time? i blame time zones. no matter. am going to cheat and do all of round one instead of one from each. *rebel* each of these is a drabble, and was written in under 20 minutes, per the q_p rules.
aftermath of azkaban - remus/sirius
The embrace in the Shack is salvation, but it is only for the night, only for the agreement, only for Peter's death.
Failure, monumental, is ash and blood in their mouths. They are torn apart, wounds torn open, scars once again angry and red. Remus's face is grey as he packs, leaves the scene of the crime, the wrong crime, the crime they needed, the crime they could not commit.
Sirius has gone before, flown on Buckbeak into the night. He owls Dumbledore, asks if he knows where Remus is, receives only Yes in response.
The word reeks of finality.
butterfly - luna/ginny
She's delicate, she's fluttering, she sees the world and Ginny upside down and proper. Ginny thought she was the one who flew, Quidditch robes like wings, the broom snug between her legs, but Luna's hovering above her now, powdered skin, darting tongue.
Luna's been in a cocoon for years, but she knew what she was waiting for. Who she was waiting for, and now she's broken free and unwrapped Ginny, damp wings, eyes bright, freckles dusted between her thighs so sweet. They're both fluttering now, strong, dark, strange, flying on white sheets twisting and flowers exploding honey behind their eyes.
repainting the walls - harry/ron/hermione
It was awkward, breaking down under the pressure of uncertainty and death. Hermione bit her lip as Harry slid his hand up under her robes, Harry and Ron twisted and shuddered in the third floor closet, and Ron and Hermione tested the wards on the prefects bathroom. All secret, all silent, all building to the day at dinner, with Hermione's hand on Harry's thigh while Ron caressed the inside of her leg with his foot.
They cannot be separate and for this alone they collide, they withdraw into themselves, they paint the walls as the house burns down around them.
queerditch_pub time? i blame time zones. no matter. am going to cheat and do all of round one instead of one from each. *rebel* each of these is a drabble, and was written in under 20 minutes, per the q_p rules.aftermath of azkaban - remus/sirius
The embrace in the Shack is salvation, but it is only for the night, only for the agreement, only for Peter's death.
Failure, monumental, is ash and blood in their mouths. They are torn apart, wounds torn open, scars once again angry and red. Remus's face is grey as he packs, leaves the scene of the crime, the wrong crime, the crime they needed, the crime they could not commit.
Sirius has gone before, flown on Buckbeak into the night. He owls Dumbledore, asks if he knows where Remus is, receives only Yes in response.
The word reeks of finality.
butterfly - luna/ginny
She's delicate, she's fluttering, she sees the world and Ginny upside down and proper. Ginny thought she was the one who flew, Quidditch robes like wings, the broom snug between her legs, but Luna's hovering above her now, powdered skin, darting tongue.
Luna's been in a cocoon for years, but she knew what she was waiting for. Who she was waiting for, and now she's broken free and unwrapped Ginny, damp wings, eyes bright, freckles dusted between her thighs so sweet. They're both fluttering now, strong, dark, strange, flying on white sheets twisting and flowers exploding honey behind their eyes.
repainting the walls - harry/ron/hermione
It was awkward, breaking down under the pressure of uncertainty and death. Hermione bit her lip as Harry slid his hand up under her robes, Harry and Ron twisted and shuddered in the third floor closet, and Ron and Hermione tested the wards on the prefects bathroom. All secret, all silent, all building to the day at dinner, with Hermione's hand on Harry's thigh while Ron caressed the inside of her leg with his foot.
They cannot be separate and for this alone they collide, they withdraw into themselves, they paint the walls as the house burns down around them.
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No, really. You write the most devastating and beautiful drabbles. I'm in complete awe.
Remus's face is grey as he packs, leaves the scene of the crime, the wrong crime, the crime they needed, the crime they could not commit.
and this?
they paint the walls as the house burns down around them.
Goddamn.
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I love them all, especially repainting the walls.
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