Drabblet: Wings
Drabblet: Wings
Author: sheafrotherdon
Rating: G
Pairing: Sirius/Remus from HP
Disclaimer: JKR owns the pups, I merely play with them.
A/N: for statelines -- originally written as comment fic in her journal.
When he wakes, he has wings.
The feather-light skim of them against his back is a pleasure beyond the words he has to describe it. He blinks and stretches (still laying on his belly) and when he smiles he feels them unfurl like . . . like laughter, he realizes, touching his lips with his hand. There’s dusk in them, half-light and deepening shadows, comfort and stolen moments, breezes and rain. He sits up - carefully, unsure of them - and kneels on the narrow bed with the weight of them settling comfortably into his bones.
He reaches out, rests a hand on the small of Sirius’ back, and he swears the wings begin to glow.
He slips from the bed (quiet, deliberate) and opens the window. The wings swell with the gray light of dawn, and he feels the beginning of flight in his toes. A miraculous feeling, this certainty that the world waits for him to soar. He opens his arms, stretches the wings as far as they’ll go, tips back his head and smiles. There’s freedom in the air that stirs between his fingers.
~*~
When he wakes, the wings are gone.
But as Sirius smiles at him, gray eyes heavy with slumber, he understands why he soars in his dreams.
Author: sheafrotherdon
Rating: G
Pairing: Sirius/Remus from HP
Disclaimer: JKR owns the pups, I merely play with them.
A/N: for statelines -- originally written as comment fic in her journal.
When he wakes, he has wings.
The feather-light skim of them against his back is a pleasure beyond the words he has to describe it. He blinks and stretches (still laying on his belly) and when he smiles he feels them unfurl like . . . like laughter, he realizes, touching his lips with his hand. There’s dusk in them, half-light and deepening shadows, comfort and stolen moments, breezes and rain. He sits up - carefully, unsure of them - and kneels on the narrow bed with the weight of them settling comfortably into his bones.
He reaches out, rests a hand on the small of Sirius’ back, and he swears the wings begin to glow.
He slips from the bed (quiet, deliberate) and opens the window. The wings swell with the gray light of dawn, and he feels the beginning of flight in his toes. A miraculous feeling, this certainty that the world waits for him to soar. He opens his arms, stretches the wings as far as they’ll go, tips back his head and smiles. There’s freedom in the air that stirs between his fingers.
~*~
When he wakes, the wings are gone.
But as Sirius smiles at him, gray eyes heavy with slumber, he understands why he soars in his dreams.