#8: FIC: The Centre Is In Standing, PG
Title: The Centre Is In Standing
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Harry leaves home to hunt dragons; they stay in England and reclaim each other.
Disclaimer: All not mine.
Notes: Double drabble for forochel, who asked for non-angsty current time R/S.
IV
Mould my shoulders inward to you
Occlude me.
Be damp clay pouting.
Let me listen under your eaves.
- from Homecomings by Seamus Heaney
Later, when people ask how he got back, Sirius says, -- I fell, and then I walked.
Harry leaves home to hunt dragons; they stay in England and reclaim each other.
It’s dragon mating season now, writes Harry in his letters. He sends pictures. They make fruit cake, or try to: We would have a lovely one waiting for you when you got back, Remus writes, but your godfather finished half the brandy.
When Harry asks, What about the other half? And the fruit!, Remus replies succinctly: Buckbeak.
The absence of danger and the expanse of time stretching before them makes for something smaller and sweeter than the heady days before: Remus’ almost-fruitcake is followed by almost-dressing to go out, though that is very efficiently interrupted by Sirius. He tastes like alcohol; sticky-fingered, delicious. It is almost perfect.
Those who remember the old Sirius Black see that he is a diminished imprint of another man; Remus has all but forgotten that boy, who kissed him in an empty stairwell at Hogwarts, who grinned wickedly when Remus kissed back. Remus is not completely intact, either.
Half a man and the shadow of another do not make a whole, but it suffices.
Note: The title of this fic was taken from Gertrude Stein’s Tender Buttons - (OBJECTS: A PIANO). Homecomings by Seamus Heaney can be found in the book Field Work.
Also, the alternate universe this fic is vaguely set in may or may not be related to the one here.
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Harry leaves home to hunt dragons; they stay in England and reclaim each other.
Disclaimer: All not mine.
Notes: Double drabble for forochel, who asked for non-angsty current time R/S.
IV
Mould my shoulders inward to you
Occlude me.
Be damp clay pouting.
Let me listen under your eaves.
- from Homecomings by Seamus Heaney
Later, when people ask how he got back, Sirius says, -- I fell, and then I walked.
Harry leaves home to hunt dragons; they stay in England and reclaim each other.
It’s dragon mating season now, writes Harry in his letters. He sends pictures. They make fruit cake, or try to: We would have a lovely one waiting for you when you got back, Remus writes, but your godfather finished half the brandy.
When Harry asks, What about the other half? And the fruit!, Remus replies succinctly: Buckbeak.
The absence of danger and the expanse of time stretching before them makes for something smaller and sweeter than the heady days before: Remus’ almost-fruitcake is followed by almost-dressing to go out, though that is very efficiently interrupted by Sirius. He tastes like alcohol; sticky-fingered, delicious. It is almost perfect.
Those who remember the old Sirius Black see that he is a diminished imprint of another man; Remus has all but forgotten that boy, who kissed him in an empty stairwell at Hogwarts, who grinned wickedly when Remus kissed back. Remus is not completely intact, either.
Half a man and the shadow of another do not make a whole, but it suffices.
Note: The title of this fic was taken from Gertrude Stein’s Tender Buttons - (OBJECTS: A PIANO). Homecomings by Seamus Heaney can be found in the book Field Work.
Also, the alternate universe this fic is vaguely set in may or may not be related to the one here.