DRABBLE: Till Death. (Remus/Lily)
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Title: Till Death
Prompt: "Till Death"
Characters: Remus/Lily, Sirius
Rating: PG
Word Count: 323
Prompt Table: Here.
Summary: What runs through Remus's head as the best man at Lily's wedding?
Author's Notes: Decided to write this in a different style than the norm -- namely, 1st person. Because these never really took place in the same 'verse anyway. Eh, consistency shmistency.
My suite is itchy and my tie is too tight and I’m hot and sticky and nervous and I have a stomach ache and that little voice in the back of my head is raw and small and anxious.
Sirius just told me to quit tapping my foot, but I can’t, I can’t because it’s the only thing that’s keeping me tethered to the here and now; it’s a soothing, rhythmic motion that jostles my muscles in just the right way. I want to run. Farfarfarfar away. I wonder how long it would take for them to find me? To realize I’d left? After the honeymoon, probably.
Honeymoon.
Reprehensible word, really; gives me the chills. Honey just rolls off the tongue, lazy and sweet. But how can the moon be remotely close to that? I’ve been chased through my entire life by the moon. And let me tell you, it’s anything but honey.
My bones ache and stretch, tugged away by the tide. And if I think about it too hard, then I know the rest of me will follow.
Sirius just stepped on my foot. Hard.
And I can’t breathe. I can’t move. My face is frozen and my feet are cemented to a ground that keeps plummeting dooowwwwnn and dragging me somewhere where I can’t fight my way through. My body and mind feel disconnected, and when Sirius tells me to smile, even when the rest of me wants to scream and writhe, I do. When Sirius tells me I look worse than the groom, even when I never want see the groom again, I nod.
And when the organ kicks in and the crowd takes their seats for the bride, I float out to the tide. I see a sunny, sandy beach where there never were and never will be any moon to chase me through the life I can’t control.
Prompt: "Till Death"
Characters: Remus/Lily, Sirius
Rating: PG
Word Count: 323
Prompt Table: Here.
Summary: What runs through Remus's head as the best man at Lily's wedding?
Author's Notes: Decided to write this in a different style than the norm -- namely, 1st person. Because these never really took place in the same 'verse anyway. Eh, consistency shmistency.
My suite is itchy and my tie is too tight and I’m hot and sticky and nervous and I have a stomach ache and that little voice in the back of my head is raw and small and anxious.
Sirius just told me to quit tapping my foot, but I can’t, I can’t because it’s the only thing that’s keeping me tethered to the here and now; it’s a soothing, rhythmic motion that jostles my muscles in just the right way. I want to run. Farfarfarfar away. I wonder how long it would take for them to find me? To realize I’d left? After the honeymoon, probably.
Honeymoon.
Reprehensible word, really; gives me the chills. Honey just rolls off the tongue, lazy and sweet. But how can the moon be remotely close to that? I’ve been chased through my entire life by the moon. And let me tell you, it’s anything but honey.
My bones ache and stretch, tugged away by the tide. And if I think about it too hard, then I know the rest of me will follow.
Sirius just stepped on my foot. Hard.
And I can’t breathe. I can’t move. My face is frozen and my feet are cemented to a ground that keeps plummeting dooowwwwnn and dragging me somewhere where I can’t fight my way through. My body and mind feel disconnected, and when Sirius tells me to smile, even when the rest of me wants to scream and writhe, I do. When Sirius tells me I look worse than the groom, even when I never want see the groom again, I nod.
And when the organ kicks in and the crowd takes their seats for the bride, I float out to the tide. I see a sunny, sandy beach where there never were and never will be any moon to chase me through the life I can’t control.
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Date: 2008-09-07 04:20 am (UTC)I LOVE THIS LINE:
I’ve been chased through my entire life by the moon. And let me tell you, it’s anything but honey.
♥
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Date: 2008-10-11 01:39 am (UTC)