double drabble: back one day. sirius/remus

[marginalia]

[back one day] - sirius/remus
just in the nick of time for offscreen's birthday. i had intended to write something fluffy. oops. double drabble


All was noise and light and pain, bright red and green like Christmas behind his eyes.

Then there was nothing.

Sirius thinks, irrationally, that he is back in Azkaban. It is dark and empty and cold. Perhaps he has fallen into one of those myths Remus used to tell while curled around him warm and sated in bed, tragedy then but a story. He will repeat some meaningless task forever, escaping over and over only to be returned at the end of the day. Or perhaps he will stay here, some vital organ torn away again and again.

Remus.

Sirius blinks, rubs his hand across his face, tries to stand. Perhaps it is another myth altogether. Perhaps the darkness and the cold is only a temporary sojourn. He will put in his time here, dutiful to the unknown, hope draining away only to be fed again in spring, in sun, in a return to Remus.

He pulls his cloak snug around his body, thin, tired, waiting. He is growing used to prisons. A small part of him is glad that he cannot see Remus here. He hopes that he does not live in winter.

Remus has had too much grey.

Comments

[offscreen.livejournal.com]

Whoa. Disturbing. ::blinks::

Well written as always, of course :)

[marginalia.livejournal.com]

i seriously sat down meaning to write mr!fluff . . and got this instead. apparently i need to write to prompts. hee.

thank you!

[birds-sing.livejournal.com]

Wow. Breathless.

I love it.

[marginalia.livejournal.com]

thank you!

[dorrie6.livejournal.com]

*sniffle*

Dude.

[marginalia.livejournal.com]

dude.

[dacro.livejournal.com]

Perhaps the darkness and the cold is only a temporary sojourn.
oh I hope so, Sirius...god, I hope so.
*sniff*

[marginalia.livejournal.com]

see, to me there was hope. which means perhaps that i have to write another s/r based on the last myth.

great. more stuff to write :P

[dacro.livejournal.com]

*hugs*
Know how you feel, babe.

Well, write it if the muse strikes...

[switchknife.livejournal.com]

Oh, Sirius, oh, oh, oh.

*sniffles quietly*

[marginalia.livejournal.com]

thank you!

[tipgardner.livejournal.com]

Poor Sirius. Lovely and poetic. So, so sad.

[marginalia.livejournal.com]

thank you :)

[threerings.livejournal.com]

here via Switchknife.

Ack! *sniffle* Just lovely.

[marginalia.livejournal.com]

thank you!

[soberloki.livejournal.com]

This is me dying a little inside.

Beautiful.

[marginalia.livejournal.com]

aw, thank you!

[tabula-x-rasa.livejournal.com]

Waaaaaahhhhhh! Poor Sirius.

Oh, and Hi!

You don't mind if I friend you, do you?

[marginalia.livejournal.com]

thank you!

and, not at all! welcome :)

[malograntum.livejournal.com]

Very nice. Sisyphus meets Persephone by way of Prometheus. That's a lot of myth packed into 200 words. And a lot of description, contrast and character arc. (Also, I like that Remus loved tragedy even in happier days.)

[marginalia.livejournal.com]

once an english major, always an english major. appropriate icon ;) thank you!

[jemariel.livejournal.com]

Awww... that's so sweeeet! Poor Sirius. ::pets::

[marginalia.livejournal.com]

thank you :)