FICLET: Somewhere (Remus/Lily)
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Title: Somewhere
Prompt: "oh, the insanity"
Characters: Remus/Lily
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~920
Prompt Table: Here. This is the final one... weird feeling.
Summary: The room was spinning rapidly, the objects blurring into one indistinguishable mass that forced Remus to his knees. His knuckles knotted in his hair and he choked over the letters...
Author's Notes: Well, that's it! And I think with this one I finally hit my stride. It's probably one of my favorites that I've written for this pair, and I'm glad to end on that note.
They sat on the floor, beneath the window and just behind the couch, a bottle of wine between them and a glass a piece. He’d come over in search of any kind of company -- she relished the opportunity.
“I haven’t seen Sirius in a week now,” Remus lamented, “Even if he was home for three of those days. I heard him moving about, but I never saw him. I don’t think we’ve spoken in two weeks, Lily. I worry.”
“I don’t blame you,” she sipped from her glass, “James has been gone for two days, and I’m absolutely out of my head.”
Remus leaned forward eagerly,“Did he say where he went? Maybe Sirius went with him? Perhaps they met up? Did he tell you?”
Lily hesitated, looking into the depths of her glass. “He... didn’t say.”
Remus knew he was being lied to, and it hurt him. He knocked his head against the back of the wall, setting the glass on the carpet beside him. A soft sigh whistled out between his lips.
“Remus,” Lily placed a warm hand on top of his. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, but James makes me promise not to tell. I’m sorry, but we don’t know who could be listening. And I hardly know the details.”
“I know... but I hate this. I hate that we have to tiptoe around every conversation we have. I hate that I can’t ask you or James or Sirius something as simple as ‘How are you?’ for fear of the answer, or the reasons behind the answer.” He rubbed his palms over his tired, pocketed face, searching for each crease with restless fingers.
“Stop that.” Lily pried his fingers away, taking both of his hands in hers and pulling them toward her chest. “It’s horrid, I know. I don’t see my husband most of the week. I fret over him, over Harry, constantly. I can’t stand to let Harry out of the room -- I’ve been moving his crib around with me for a month now.” She nodded across the room to where the infant slept soundly. “But I worry about you too, Remus.”
There was such a very careful urgency to her voice that he didn’t understand; he looked away from the ceiling and examined her face. He noticed wrinkles and bags around her eyes that hadn’t been there the last time he’d seen her. Her face was sunken and her ferocious green eyes dulled.
“You’re... taking care of yourself, are you?” She asked, avoiding his gaze. There was something below the surface here he wasn’t seeing, something she -- and he guessed the rest of them as well -- were keeping from him.
“Lily, what’s going on here?”
“Just making sure you’re staying out of dark alleys and bad company, Remus,” she deliberated -- her words ever cautious.
“I don’t understand.”
“It’s -- ” she hesitated, squeezing his fingers until he felt they would be crushed by the force of her grasp, “It’s not too late if you need any... help. With anything.”
And then it dawned on him; “You think I’m the traitor.”
She held her breathe, wide-eyed and pale faced, but with an even set to her chin and jaw, an almost defiant strength in her shoulders. He yanked his hands forcefully from her grasp and rose, using the wall for support until he was able to stumble away and flex his blanched fingers.
“You -- you think -- ” he stuttered, pacing across the living room in uneven, hurried strides. She barely registered in the corner of his vision, just beyond the long fringe of his bangs; unmoving against the wall with her hands still clutched to her collar. He loosened the top few buttons of his shirt, his hands shaky. He didn’t know what else to do with them, just that he needed to do something.
“Remus -- ”
“I’m not the traitor.” He enunciated each word, slowly, forcing truth into their every syllable. He stopped dead center in front of her and scrutinized her face. “I wouldn’t dare betray the only people in history that stopped to give me a second glance. I would die for those people, for you. Lily,” he pleaded, “You must believe me.”
She bit her lip, fear mingled with distrust played across her eyes until she was forced to avert her gaze to the floor.
The room was spinning rapidly, the objects blurring into one indistinguishable mass that forced Remus to his knees. His knuckles knotted in his hair and he choked over the letters of a final plea; believeme.
It hit him so hard, so unexpected. How long had they thought him the betrayer? How long had they whispered behind his back, plotted his downfall, avoided his eyes? How long?
He didn’t know his cheeks were wet until two cool hands cradled them and wiped away the salty tears -- until a wet mouth kissed the corners of his eyes, urging away the pain, the misery. “I knew it wasn’t you,” she whispered, “I knew it wasn’t you.” Arms around his back, her head against his own. “I had to be sure, Remus, I’m sorry,” she muttered in breathes that mingled with his own sharp gasps.
He hugged her close and they clung to each other. And somewhere, between the seconds of sanity, insanity, and madness, their lips made contact. Altogether wet and shaky, scared and unsure, loving and desperate. They held each other until their hearts ached and their lips ran dry -- and there was nothing left to say or do.
Prompt: "oh, the insanity"
Characters: Remus/Lily
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~920
Prompt Table: Here. This is the final one... weird feeling.
Summary: The room was spinning rapidly, the objects blurring into one indistinguishable mass that forced Remus to his knees. His knuckles knotted in his hair and he choked over the letters...
Author's Notes: Well, that's it! And I think with this one I finally hit my stride. It's probably one of my favorites that I've written for this pair, and I'm glad to end on that note.
They sat on the floor, beneath the window and just behind the couch, a bottle of wine between them and a glass a piece. He’d come over in search of any kind of company -- she relished the opportunity.
“I haven’t seen Sirius in a week now,” Remus lamented, “Even if he was home for three of those days. I heard him moving about, but I never saw him. I don’t think we’ve spoken in two weeks, Lily. I worry.”
“I don’t blame you,” she sipped from her glass, “James has been gone for two days, and I’m absolutely out of my head.”
Remus leaned forward eagerly,“Did he say where he went? Maybe Sirius went with him? Perhaps they met up? Did he tell you?”
Lily hesitated, looking into the depths of her glass. “He... didn’t say.”
Remus knew he was being lied to, and it hurt him. He knocked his head against the back of the wall, setting the glass on the carpet beside him. A soft sigh whistled out between his lips.
“Remus,” Lily placed a warm hand on top of his. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, but James makes me promise not to tell. I’m sorry, but we don’t know who could be listening. And I hardly know the details.”
“I know... but I hate this. I hate that we have to tiptoe around every conversation we have. I hate that I can’t ask you or James or Sirius something as simple as ‘How are you?’ for fear of the answer, or the reasons behind the answer.” He rubbed his palms over his tired, pocketed face, searching for each crease with restless fingers.
“Stop that.” Lily pried his fingers away, taking both of his hands in hers and pulling them toward her chest. “It’s horrid, I know. I don’t see my husband most of the week. I fret over him, over Harry, constantly. I can’t stand to let Harry out of the room -- I’ve been moving his crib around with me for a month now.” She nodded across the room to where the infant slept soundly. “But I worry about you too, Remus.”
There was such a very careful urgency to her voice that he didn’t understand; he looked away from the ceiling and examined her face. He noticed wrinkles and bags around her eyes that hadn’t been there the last time he’d seen her. Her face was sunken and her ferocious green eyes dulled.
“You’re... taking care of yourself, are you?” She asked, avoiding his gaze. There was something below the surface here he wasn’t seeing, something she -- and he guessed the rest of them as well -- were keeping from him.
“Lily, what’s going on here?”
“Just making sure you’re staying out of dark alleys and bad company, Remus,” she deliberated -- her words ever cautious.
“I don’t understand.”
“It’s -- ” she hesitated, squeezing his fingers until he felt they would be crushed by the force of her grasp, “It’s not too late if you need any... help. With anything.”
And then it dawned on him; “You think I’m the traitor.”
She held her breathe, wide-eyed and pale faced, but with an even set to her chin and jaw, an almost defiant strength in her shoulders. He yanked his hands forcefully from her grasp and rose, using the wall for support until he was able to stumble away and flex his blanched fingers.
“You -- you think -- ” he stuttered, pacing across the living room in uneven, hurried strides. She barely registered in the corner of his vision, just beyond the long fringe of his bangs; unmoving against the wall with her hands still clutched to her collar. He loosened the top few buttons of his shirt, his hands shaky. He didn’t know what else to do with them, just that he needed to do something.
“Remus -- ”
“I’m not the traitor.” He enunciated each word, slowly, forcing truth into their every syllable. He stopped dead center in front of her and scrutinized her face. “I wouldn’t dare betray the only people in history that stopped to give me a second glance. I would die for those people, for you. Lily,” he pleaded, “You must believe me.”
She bit her lip, fear mingled with distrust played across her eyes until she was forced to avert her gaze to the floor.
The room was spinning rapidly, the objects blurring into one indistinguishable mass that forced Remus to his knees. His knuckles knotted in his hair and he choked over the letters of a final plea; believeme.
It hit him so hard, so unexpected. How long had they thought him the betrayer? How long had they whispered behind his back, plotted his downfall, avoided his eyes? How long?
He didn’t know his cheeks were wet until two cool hands cradled them and wiped away the salty tears -- until a wet mouth kissed the corners of his eyes, urging away the pain, the misery. “I knew it wasn’t you,” she whispered, “I knew it wasn’t you.” Arms around his back, her head against his own. “I had to be sure, Remus, I’m sorry,” she muttered in breathes that mingled with his own sharp gasps.
He hugged her close and they clung to each other. And somewhere, between the seconds of sanity, insanity, and madness, their lips made contact. Altogether wet and shaky, scared and unsure, loving and desperate. They held each other until their hearts ached and their lips ran dry -- and there was nothing left to say or do.
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Date: 2008-09-25 05:59 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-09-26 01:21 am (UTC)I'm really intrigued by the fact that Lily and James thought Remus was the traitor. Why would they think that? Hmm... something to explore in another fic, maybe? Haha.
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Date: 2008-09-26 01:46 am (UTC)...Maybe one of these days I will have to write a fic about all this. =P But thanks!
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