Observations & Valentine's Day fifth set
I had a minimum stress level week, but I ended up being tired for almost every day. I've been thinking a lot, and I think that I work better in the wee hours of the morning when the entire apartment is quiet. I play my music quietly in my room, and I just sit on the bed and read or write or attempt to write or organize a drawer or add more clippings of funny anecdotes or comics to this notebook.
Of course, in the morning when I have to get up at 6 a.m., it really sucks.
Anyway, I went to sleep at 2 a.m. last night becaue Return of the King was on HBO, so I'm going to head off for a shower and bed in 10 minutes.
Meanwhile, continuation of the ficlets for my flist thing. Now there's no occasion, it's "just because." Finished drabble/ficlet hybrids for inkpuddle and spiffymissv.
Recipient: inkpuddle
Message: I remembered that you were asking for Ginny/Sirius recs some time ago, so I figured this was a ship you wouldn’t mind. I enjoy your writing a lot, and you always had interesting points in your entries. Anyway, even though I really like this ship, I think it’s hard as hell to right, so I hope I managed to hit some of the right points.
Title: Haunt
Ship: Ginny/Sirius
Rating: PG-13
Sirius had become a creature of the night by habit. He didn’t think of his late nights as insomnia; rather, he attributed them to the long-lasting pattern of roaming the Hogwarts grounds and then beyond that in the undistinguishable time between late night and early morning.
Now, he was less prone to wandering, if only because he had lost the reckless quick pace that seemed to be reminiscent of everything in his adolescence. And a small part of him was of the belief that those long scouting nights belonged to the Marauders, not a Marauder.
The nights were hardly unpleasant. He spent many a fuzzy, vague hour cleaning up whatever bikes he picked up in town, and when he resold them, he found that he was able to make good, easy wages doing something he liked. Other nights he would meet other nocturnal strangers and the occasional acquaintance in various wizard and Muggle bars. Other times he visited Giselle-Glenda Glitchton, a witch with no ties and demanded nothing from him. It was a good, comfortable arrangement.
Sirius couldn’t remember the last time he had been to see Giselle-Glenda.
He hadn’t visited her in a long time.
The kitchen had become Ginny Weasley’s haunt. She came down the creaky stairs in a long Quidditch shirt and shorts, her eyes dark bruises in her pale face.
At first, she ignored Sirius. He made a few half-hearted attempts to speak to her, but she made it clear that she wanted to keep her nightmares to herself. In the morning, she would skip steps downstairs into the kitchen and call a merry good morning to him and whoever else happened to be there.
Gradually, dialogue became frequent. Her presence became routine. Coffee and milk became custom, and then there came a night when they both became used to each other.
Sirius visited his bars and taverns less and less, maybe only two nights out of the week, and he saw Giselle-Glenda perhaps once every two weeks. He enjoyed Ginny’s companionship, and if he thought she was lovely and his eyes lingered on her when her back was turned, well then, it was only natural, nothing strange, and no harm was done.
One night though, Sirius made to go to out. And he would never know how Ginny knew where he intended to go, but she leaned against the doorframe watching him.
“Why are you going, Sirius?”
Sirius rolled his shoulders back and ran a nervous hand through his hair. “I’m just going to visit a friend, Ginny.”
He wished he hadn’t said that, though, because Ginny was not a child. She didn’t need a lie.
“You don’t have to go out for that,” said Ginny. She handed him a cup of coffee.
Sirius took it from her, and his grasping fingers brushed her knuckles. “Ginny, I don’t think that-it’s not right.”
“You go to other girls,” she said quietly.
Although she didn’t sound accusing, Sirius still felt the bite of mingled guilt and betrayal, and he quickly swallowed the bitter coffee, burning his tongue on the hot liquid.
Sometimes, you just know things. You know when you should stop speaking, you know when words are not enough, you know when you’re poised to leave that you’re not going to go.
Recipient: spiffymissv
Message: My fellow Orlando fan! YAY! You’re fun and interesting; thank you for satisfying my curiosity, and, I hope I get to know you better!
Title: Another Fellowship Moment
Ship: None. Featuring Sean Bean, Dom, Orli, Elijah, Billy, and Viggo
Rating: PG-13
“Look, I don’t know much about Oscar protocol, but I’m sure that is not allowed.”
“Don’t ruin our fun, Beanie,” Dom shot over his shoulder. “If you don’t have anything else to do, you can stand watch.”
Sean Bean gave them a frustrated look, staring at the backs of Dom and Orli, who stood shoulder to shoulder, busy making mischief. He turned on his heel abruptly. Viggo would know what to do.
Dom continued to Orlando, examining the vending machine they had gone to a great deal of trouble to locate, “Say, do you have more quarters? I want to try those colorful ones.”
“You’re not wasting my quarters on that, that looks suspicious.”
“They’re nasty, man, don’t,” agreed an unaccented voice from behind them.
“Good, get over here, Lij, and tell Dom that’s crap and he has crap taste in candy,” Orli said brusquely.
“Better hurry, I saw Beanie on his way out, and he’s getting Vig,” Elijah informed them, coming over to stand beside them, gazing down at the stash of colorful packages on the seat.
“Viggo? He can’t stop us,” Dom scoffed, stealing a few quarters away and dropping them into the vending machine and studying the brightly lit buttons before punching one for Animal Crackers. He ducked down, rummaging his hand inside the slot and retrieving his prize, and tossing it down onto the pile of other junk food.
“Hey, now what are you fellows up to?”
“Sweets, man,” Orli told Billy. “Stocking up on some food for the presentation.”
“Is that allowed?”
“Who are you, Beanie?” Dom demanded. “You’ll want some too. This thing is fucking long, and I’m gonna get hungry.”
“How’re you taking that all in there?” Elijah wondered aloud, going through their stash.
Dom beamed. “That’s the best part. Show him, Orli.”
Orli turned to face them, his grin widening. Two lady’s purses dangled by slim straps from his index finger.
“Meet our third co-conspirator, mates. Our secret weapon.”
“You won’t believe how much stuff you can cram into one of those,” nodded Dom, draping an arm over Orli’s shoulder. “Could pack two Harry Potter’s into one of those, I swear.”
“And where did you procure those from?” Billy gave one of the purses a push with his finger, leaving it swinging.
“We’re sitting next to the nieces of Steven Spielberg,” said Dom self-righteously. “You should’ve gone in early to find your seats, like us. Come on, help us put it all in.”
“I want one of those, though,” Billy was saying, tapping on the Plexiglas of the vending machine.
Viggo Mortensen paused behind his former co-stars, passing back from a trip to the restroom. He wondered what they were doing, and then decided that he’d much rather watch the show they would make later on. He continued his stroll back to the theater, anticipating when he’d hear of what the four of them had done.
Of course, in the morning when I have to get up at 6 a.m., it really sucks.
Anyway, I went to sleep at 2 a.m. last night becaue Return of the King was on HBO, so I'm going to head off for a shower and bed in 10 minutes.
Meanwhile, continuation of the ficlets for my flist thing. Now there's no occasion, it's "just because." Finished drabble/ficlet hybrids for inkpuddle and spiffymissv.
Recipient: inkpuddle
Message: I remembered that you were asking for Ginny/Sirius recs some time ago, so I figured this was a ship you wouldn’t mind. I enjoy your writing a lot, and you always had interesting points in your entries. Anyway, even though I really like this ship, I think it’s hard as hell to right, so I hope I managed to hit some of the right points.
Title: Haunt
Ship: Ginny/Sirius
Rating: PG-13
Sirius had become a creature of the night by habit. He didn’t think of his late nights as insomnia; rather, he attributed them to the long-lasting pattern of roaming the Hogwarts grounds and then beyond that in the undistinguishable time between late night and early morning.
Now, he was less prone to wandering, if only because he had lost the reckless quick pace that seemed to be reminiscent of everything in his adolescence. And a small part of him was of the belief that those long scouting nights belonged to the Marauders, not a Marauder.
The nights were hardly unpleasant. He spent many a fuzzy, vague hour cleaning up whatever bikes he picked up in town, and when he resold them, he found that he was able to make good, easy wages doing something he liked. Other nights he would meet other nocturnal strangers and the occasional acquaintance in various wizard and Muggle bars. Other times he visited Giselle-Glenda Glitchton, a witch with no ties and demanded nothing from him. It was a good, comfortable arrangement.
Sirius couldn’t remember the last time he had been to see Giselle-Glenda.
He hadn’t visited her in a long time.
The kitchen had become Ginny Weasley’s haunt. She came down the creaky stairs in a long Quidditch shirt and shorts, her eyes dark bruises in her pale face.
At first, she ignored Sirius. He made a few half-hearted attempts to speak to her, but she made it clear that she wanted to keep her nightmares to herself. In the morning, she would skip steps downstairs into the kitchen and call a merry good morning to him and whoever else happened to be there.
Gradually, dialogue became frequent. Her presence became routine. Coffee and milk became custom, and then there came a night when they both became used to each other.
Sirius visited his bars and taverns less and less, maybe only two nights out of the week, and he saw Giselle-Glenda perhaps once every two weeks. He enjoyed Ginny’s companionship, and if he thought she was lovely and his eyes lingered on her when her back was turned, well then, it was only natural, nothing strange, and no harm was done.
One night though, Sirius made to go to out. And he would never know how Ginny knew where he intended to go, but she leaned against the doorframe watching him.
“Why are you going, Sirius?”
Sirius rolled his shoulders back and ran a nervous hand through his hair. “I’m just going to visit a friend, Ginny.”
He wished he hadn’t said that, though, because Ginny was not a child. She didn’t need a lie.
“You don’t have to go out for that,” said Ginny. She handed him a cup of coffee.
Sirius took it from her, and his grasping fingers brushed her knuckles. “Ginny, I don’t think that-it’s not right.”
“You go to other girls,” she said quietly.
Although she didn’t sound accusing, Sirius still felt the bite of mingled guilt and betrayal, and he quickly swallowed the bitter coffee, burning his tongue on the hot liquid.
Sometimes, you just know things. You know when you should stop speaking, you know when words are not enough, you know when you’re poised to leave that you’re not going to go.
Recipient: spiffymissv
Message: My fellow Orlando fan! YAY! You’re fun and interesting; thank you for satisfying my curiosity, and, I hope I get to know you better!
Title: Another Fellowship Moment
Ship: None. Featuring Sean Bean, Dom, Orli, Elijah, Billy, and Viggo
Rating: PG-13
“Look, I don’t know much about Oscar protocol, but I’m sure that is not allowed.”
“Don’t ruin our fun, Beanie,” Dom shot over his shoulder. “If you don’t have anything else to do, you can stand watch.”
Sean Bean gave them a frustrated look, staring at the backs of Dom and Orli, who stood shoulder to shoulder, busy making mischief. He turned on his heel abruptly. Viggo would know what to do.
Dom continued to Orlando, examining the vending machine they had gone to a great deal of trouble to locate, “Say, do you have more quarters? I want to try those colorful ones.”
“You’re not wasting my quarters on that, that looks suspicious.”
“They’re nasty, man, don’t,” agreed an unaccented voice from behind them.
“Good, get over here, Lij, and tell Dom that’s crap and he has crap taste in candy,” Orli said brusquely.
“Better hurry, I saw Beanie on his way out, and he’s getting Vig,” Elijah informed them, coming over to stand beside them, gazing down at the stash of colorful packages on the seat.
“Viggo? He can’t stop us,” Dom scoffed, stealing a few quarters away and dropping them into the vending machine and studying the brightly lit buttons before punching one for Animal Crackers. He ducked down, rummaging his hand inside the slot and retrieving his prize, and tossing it down onto the pile of other junk food.
“Hey, now what are you fellows up to?”
“Sweets, man,” Orli told Billy. “Stocking up on some food for the presentation.”
“Is that allowed?”
“Who are you, Beanie?” Dom demanded. “You’ll want some too. This thing is fucking long, and I’m gonna get hungry.”
“How’re you taking that all in there?” Elijah wondered aloud, going through their stash.
Dom beamed. “That’s the best part. Show him, Orli.”
Orli turned to face them, his grin widening. Two lady’s purses dangled by slim straps from his index finger.
“Meet our third co-conspirator, mates. Our secret weapon.”
“You won’t believe how much stuff you can cram into one of those,” nodded Dom, draping an arm over Orli’s shoulder. “Could pack two Harry Potter’s into one of those, I swear.”
“And where did you procure those from?” Billy gave one of the purses a push with his finger, leaving it swinging.
“We’re sitting next to the nieces of Steven Spielberg,” said Dom self-righteously. “You should’ve gone in early to find your seats, like us. Come on, help us put it all in.”
“I want one of those, though,” Billy was saying, tapping on the Plexiglas of the vending machine.
Viggo Mortensen paused behind his former co-stars, passing back from a trip to the restroom. He wondered what they were doing, and then decided that he’d much rather watch the show they would make later on. He continued his stroll back to the theater, anticipating when he’d hear of what the four of them had done.