red_day_dawning (red_day_dawning) wrote in red_day_fiction, @ 2008-03-31 03:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: red_day_dawning, drabble, sirius_remus100 |
sirius_remus100 - drabble dump - from Work to the Moon
Title: An unblinking silver eye in the night
Author: red_day_dawning
Prompt: the moon
Word count: 100
Rating: PG-13
Warning/s: none
Disclaimer: JKR owns the HP characters & settings
Author’s notes:
Sirius required no lunar chart to know the monthly phases of the moon, he had come to believe he was now so attuned to Remus that he could feel the tug and pull of the lunar cycle in his own veins.
Even after Hogwarts, when they rarely saw each other, and even more rarely touched, Sirius would find himself increasingly aroused as the moon rounded to full.
And in Azkaban, guards and inmates grew accustomed to the inexplicable sounds that issued from the prison-walls, a monthly message of loneliness and sorrow howled at an unblinking silver eye in the night.
Title: Camera-shy: For the rest of his Life
Author: red_day_dawning
Prompt: camera
Word count: 100
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: JKR owns all HP characters & settings
The last time Sirius had a camera pointed at him, the guards of Azkaban were taking his photo. He had just been clothed in a striped prison-uniform, the Dementors were pressing in, and he knew the doors of Azkaban were about to close, shutting him in for the rest of his life.
The next time a camera was aimed at him, Remus had to hold him for hours, as he rocked, trembled, howled and shook, flickering uncontrollably from animal to human shape, and back again.
“I’m sorry,” whispered Remus, holding him tight, holding him still. “I’ll never do it again.”
Title: Selenotropic
Author: red_day_dawning
Prompt: the moon
Word count: ~110
Rating: R
Disclaimer: JKR owns the HP characters & settings
selenotropic - scientific term for the movement of parts of plants caused by moonlight - curving towards the moon - derived from The Concise Oxford English Dictionary definition.
Every day Sirius observed the lunar cycle’s influence on Remus. After the full, Remus was wearied, weakened by wrenching transformations. Equilibrium was restored by the new moon. With the full moon’s return, Remus became edgier; sexually aggressive – he would lunge, clamping teeth on Sirius’s shoulder, wresting clothes away, taking him so hard, fast and deep, Sirius would orgasm without any touch to his cock; he would come feeling the whole night-sky explode through him, trailing comet-fire across closed eyelids.
Selenotropic was a word used to describe movement influenced by the moon. It did not apply to Sirius – it was Remus who influenced his mood, his role, his entire state of being.
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Title: Looking for Footsteps
Author: red_day_dawning
Prompt: picture of the Marauder's Map
Word count: 100
Rating: G
Disclaimer: JKR, Bloomsbury/Scholastic and Warner Brothers own the HP characters and settings.
Remus stared at the map lying on his desk. It had been years since he had last seen it, but of course he had recognized it instantly.
It had taken months to make; he recalled charming the ink he had specially created to write on the parchment; he clearly remembered James, Sirius and himself performing the complex spells that this extraordinary device function.
Had the circumstances been different he might have marveled that they had managed to create it – but as it was, he found himself staring sightlessly at the parchment, waiting for the footsteps he longed for and dreaded.
Title: The echoing silence
Author: red_day_dawning
Prompt: work
Word count: 100
Rating: G
Disclaimer: JKR owns all the copyrighted HP characters & settings.
Some days just getting out of bed felt like work; duty tearing the blankets off, obligation placing my feet on the cold floor.
Every day was a strain, something to get through, until finally the dark slide into sleep swallows all awareness. The full moon is never a relief, a night howling out sorrow and loss, grief and despair.
Sitting in front of the veil in the Department of Mysteries was the one thing I could do for myself.
Staring so long into the light beyond, the echoing silence, always imagining you could hear me say, “Sirius, I love you.”
I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
- T. S. Eliot, 1888-1965