Ficlet! :D
I wrote something for daily15, finally!
It's Remus/Sirius because I'm a nasty bitch. XD
It's very much inspired by Brokeback Mountain, any of you who have read it will notice.
Remus sat, staring off into space, a cigarette dangling between his middle and index fingers, the dark steaming coffee situated between his box of smokes and ashtray. He had dreamt of Sirius again last night, and if he didn’t dwell on it now it would pop up through out the day making it impossible for him to work.
Normally Remus didn’t smoke, but those particular mornings after his dreams of Sirius he couldn’t help himself. Remus brought the dark liquid to his lips and blew on it and sipped at it lightly. Letting each frame of the dream slide it to view in his mind, it was Sirius when they were younger, it always was. It was the young and free days, when everything wasn’t complicated with things of evil or times of sadness.
Their relationship was a one time thing, well, that’s what they use to say. Who knows how long it would have went on for, had Lily and James not been murdered. Or Sirius thrown into Azkaban.
He couldn’t deny that it was something more then just sex, for years he had battle with these thoughts, was he gay? No, you like girls, but he didn’t like them the way he did Sirius. He didn’t ache for their touch or dream of them.
After Sirius had died he felt empty, he had felt a piece of him die. Thinking about it now, he knew it was love. He had know for years now, it wasn’t just sex it was love. He knew it in the way Sirius came up behind him and just held him, watching the fire burn behind the grate, for hours they stood like this, just being.
Remus shook his head, blinking his eyes, and focusing his eyes on the table. He had been thinking for so long, his coffee had gone cold, and his cigarette was nothing but a filter and ashes.
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Erk, it bothers me. I haven't written in ages.
It's Remus/Sirius because I'm a nasty bitch. XD
It's very much inspired by Brokeback Mountain, any of you who have read it will notice.
Remus sat, staring off into space, a cigarette dangling between his middle and index fingers, the dark steaming coffee situated between his box of smokes and ashtray. He had dreamt of Sirius again last night, and if he didn’t dwell on it now it would pop up through out the day making it impossible for him to work.
Normally Remus didn’t smoke, but those particular mornings after his dreams of Sirius he couldn’t help himself. Remus brought the dark liquid to his lips and blew on it and sipped at it lightly. Letting each frame of the dream slide it to view in his mind, it was Sirius when they were younger, it always was. It was the young and free days, when everything wasn’t complicated with things of evil or times of sadness.
Their relationship was a one time thing, well, that’s what they use to say. Who knows how long it would have went on for, had Lily and James not been murdered. Or Sirius thrown into Azkaban.
He couldn’t deny that it was something more then just sex, for years he had battle with these thoughts, was he gay? No, you like girls, but he didn’t like them the way he did Sirius. He didn’t ache for their touch or dream of them.
After Sirius had died he felt empty, he had felt a piece of him die. Thinking about it now, he knew it was love. He had know for years now, it wasn’t just sex it was love. He knew it in the way Sirius came up behind him and just held him, watching the fire burn behind the grate, for hours they stood like this, just being.
Remus shook his head, blinking his eyes, and focusing his eyes on the table. He had been thinking for so long, his coffee had gone cold, and his cigarette was nothing but a filter and ashes.
*
Erk, it bothers me. I haven't written in ages.