azure_rosa (azure_rosa) wrote in lupin_snape, @ 2012-01-21 19:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | chat: drabble night, drabbles |
Drabbles from Drabble/Drawable night
Title: My Drabbles from Drabble/Drawble Night
Summary: Seven drabbles written in chat for the monthly Drabble/Drawable night.
Pairings: Snape/Lupin implied
Disclaimer: If you think any of these characters are mine please tell me what world you live in so I can move there posthaste!
Rating: G-pg tops
Warnings/kinks: "And he hates you" has an angst warning and dust bunnies has a crack warning, but nothing that should scare people off for either.
Author: azure_rosa
Gargoyles (218)
Remus remembered being scared by the gargoyles when he first came to Hogwarts. They were ugly, creepy and they moved ever so slightly out of the corner of his eye. What possible purpose could they hold? Surprisingly the answer came to him, not in class where he would have expected it, but from a Slytherin boy who, according to his friends, was every bit as ugly and useless as the gargoyles.
Remus had been watching them again, half convinced they would attack the instant he turned his back on them. He knew it was silly, he’d never even seen them leave their perches. For all he knew they couldn’t. His preoccupation made him completely miss Severus’ approach.
“Magnificent, aren’t they? The Founders knew what they were about.”
“But what do they do,” he had asked, surprised to be addressed at all, let alone in a nearly friendly fashion.
“They guard us from danger, should the castle ever be caught in a siege they would defend us. Barring that they watch over us, silent guardians all but a few will ignore. Brilliant really, if they were attractive people would pay more attention. It is easier to ignore that which you don’t want to see.”
It would be years before Remus would realize they weren’t just talking about the gargoyles.
Tango (241)
Severus was usually painted as the one with hidden depths, but Remus had a few of his own. While Severus had an innate grace that made many jealous, Remus’ own was learned. Finding himself with an upsetting lack of control over his limbs and mind once a month he had thrown himself into any activity that would grant him more of the control he sought.
Sports would have done the trick, but most were more violent than he was comfortable with. He wanted to distance himself from his monster, not highlight the similarities. Likewise swimming would have worked, but he already was lonely so often that the solitary nature of it did not appeal.
Then he discovered dance. He had many favorites through the years. He always rather liked swing for its playfulness and energy, jazz was also fun, but he preferred it with a partner rather than alone or in a group. His favorite didn’t come to his attention until he was an adult though.
Tango was exactly what he was searching for. It was strict and required a lot of very deliberate motion, yet it was always, always, performed with a partner. It was passion and love and so very human, how could he not love it? When he pulled a surprised but amiable Severus to the center of their living room on their first anniversary he fell in love with it and with his chosen all over again.
It followed me home (180)
“Remus-”
“No.”
“But-”
“No, Severus.”
“But look at him!”
“I am,” Remus ground out.
“He would be useful!”
“In what capacity?” Remus asked, clearly incredulous.
“Well, there are numerous potions ingredients-”
“No Severus, you may not keep that,” Remus pointed at the winged creature standing a few feet away eating their herbs as if it was completely unaware of the argument happening so nearby,
“poor animal solely so you can cut it up for potions.”
“I wouldn’t have to cut it up! I would just collect its hair and waste-”
“What about our neighbors Severus? Muggles can see-”
“You and I both know we warded our entire property so they only see what they want and expect
to see.”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why do you want to keep a Thestral?”
“It followed me home.”
“Of course it did, you have our groceries.”
“I’ve never had a proper pet Remus,” Severus said quietly.
“And you want to start with a skeletal, flying horse?” Remus sighed before continuing, “Why doesn’t that surprise me? Fine, but I am not cleaning up after it.”
And he hates you: Angst warning (179 or 87 and 92 respectively)
It is odd, the random things you realize and focus on when your world is falling apart. My life is quite possibly forfeit for the cheap price of an unthinking prank, yet all I can think is, “Thank Merlin he is safe” and “I should have told him about me, about my feelings, about everything when I had the chance” and now, despite everything, all I can feel when I see him is loss and all I can think is “he will hate me forever for this.”
My only hope from so many years ago is dead by my hands. My world is no longer anchored and nowhere is truly safe for me. I should focus on staying alive, on doing what I must to make everything turnout as it should, but I cannot. My thoughts circle relentlessly, like water rushing down a drain. “He’s safe, he will hurt, but he is safe.” They are joined by regret, “I should have trusted him, now he will never listen,” and overpowering everything, “he will always, always hate me for this.”
Love is like a red, red rose... (281)
One evening in the dead of winter Severus was stalking through the dank and drafty corridors only to hear the voice of Pomona reciting what sounded like a love poem from inside the teacher’s lounge.
“Love is like a red, red rose-”
“-The color of poison in any number of animals or insects and with thorns to tear into the unsuspecting creatures lured in by its harmless appearance,” he interjected.
“Now Severus-” Pomona soothed, unsuccessfully.
“Love as spoken of in poems and grand tales is foolish and white-washed.”
“Then enlighten us, oh great one,” Minerva drawled from her corner chair with an amused smile.
“Love,” Severus reiterated, “like a rose, is a nice concept. It is pretty and sought after, but people seek the bloom, not the plant as a whole. They seek the thrill and the nice parts, such as staring into their lover’s eyes and knowing they belong with the one they are with. They do not love the bad parts as well; most merely put up with or ignore the bad parts and then wonder why they lose their love. The wise love the whole, thorns and all, because acceptance and even appreciation for the bad parts of one’s lover will do more to bind them to you than attraction ever will.”
“Severus that was lovely!” Pomona gushed, shocked by his speech.
Severus blushed slightly and muttered something about having been inspired as of late which caused a pleased smirk to grace Minerva’s usually severe mouth before she teased, “And how is our favorite werewolf recovering from last-night’s moon?” Which gained her a much darker blush and Severus’ quick retreat after assuring everyone that Remus was recovering nicely.
Dust bunnies: crack/humor warning (180)
“No! Go away!”
Severus’ train of thought came to a screeching halt as he heard his lover’s cry of distress from down the hall. Concerned, he hurried toward the sound.
“Back! Back you… I can’t… SEVERUS!”
Severus stepped up his pace, truly worried now only to burst into the room to find his lover flailing on the bed caught in a nightmare.
“Remus? Wake up, it is just a dream!”
“Whuh?!”
“There,” Severus soothed awkwardly, “you are safe.”
“Severus, never, never let me take a nap right after eating too much of Molly’s cooking!”
“Gives you nightmares, does it?”
“It gives me bizarre dreams of petting bunnies made of gray fluff that multiply beyond all reason and swallow and destroy everything!”
“Ah, dust bunnies, they are evil little blighters.”
“They are real?!”
“Oh yes, they are what happen when floors aren’t cleaned properly. They multiply at ridiculous rates and cover everything.”
Remus pulled himself out of bed and rushed down the hall.
“Where are you going?” Severus called after him.
“I’ve a sudden urge to sweep our floors!”
Severus smiled.
Fire orchid (127)
Severus had been lamenting the lack of new and interesting ingredients to experiment with and as Valentine ’s Day was looming Remus saw no reason not to kill two birds with one stone. Combing the usual shops in Diagon Alley was fruitless as was his foray into Nocturn Alley and his visit with Pomona, though she did point him towards Neville and Luna’s nursery.
After many questions and much thought Remus decided on Fire Orchids. They had only recently been allowed to leave their country of origin and due to their previously endangered status. Hardly anything was known about their properties as potions ingredients as a result. The expression of awe and gratitude on Severus’ face was more than worth the hours he’d spent searching for just the right gift.