prompt 9: Buzz of the Crowd
Title: Buzz of the Crowd
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: Teen for language, I spose
Disclaimer: All your characters are belong to Jo.
Summary: Remus has a small problems with huge crowds.
Prompt: # 9 for
barefootboys
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Remus has been to Ashton Court before, but never when there were so many people around. Hundreds of thousands of people, it seems like. There have never been this many people in the world ever, he thinks, as the bodies seemingly begin to multiply around him. Sirius is standing in front of him, starry-eyed as he watches the balloons hover inches off the ground, genuinely amazed at the lack of magic involved, but he knows why Sirius really wanted to come to the festival; it’s all the bright colors, they draw him in like a moth to a flame, or a toddler to a shiny coin, and of course they fly, and Sirius loves anything to do with flying.
He’s glad Sirius is having such a good time. Really, he is. He just hadn’t expected the crowd to be this astronomic in size. They were everywhere; on the sidewalks, in the street, bumping into him and causing him to bump into Sirius and not even muttering a pardon me, the wankers.
His skin feels uncomfortably clammy, Remus hates to feel clammy, and his lungs just aren’t cycling oxygen to his brain quick enough. The crowd is expanding, the people are closing in on him, the loud conversations around him all begin to blur together into a high pitched buzz, the type of buzz one hears before they are about to pass out, and it is the most fucking annoying noise he’s ever heard, without a doubt.
Suddenly Sirius turns to look at him, perhaps because Remus has just been shoved into him again by a rather large gentleman who he decides not to scowl at.
“Oh shit,” Sirius mutters, scrutinizing Remus’ face. “Shit.You’re freaking out, aren’t you?”
“What?” Remus asks, hoping he speaks loud enough so that Sirius can hear him over the buzz of annoying voices, realizing he has put his hands over his ears and probably looks ridiculous.
“Bugger,” Sirius replies. “Damn it all, I‘m such a selfish idiot. Moony, why didn’t you say something?”
“What?” Remus asks again, a little annoyed at Sirius for being so vague, a lot annoyed at Sirius for standing so bleeding close to him.
“Come on,” Sirius says, suddenly taking Remus’ hand and pulling him through the crowd. Remus doesn’t understand what’s going on, or why Sirius is leaving the balloon festival when it just began, or what the hell he was talking about, but all of sudden it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that he’s free, he can finally breathe and move and think like a normal person.
“Sorry,” Sirius says with a guilty expression Remus still doesn’t understand. “I forgot. I’m an idiot.”
“That’s not untrue,” Remus replies, sitting down on a park bench, filling his lungs with fresh air, relishing the vast amount of space around him. “But you’ll have to tell me why you’re an idiot this time”
“The crowd,” Sirius says to him. “I didn’t even think about it.”
“What do you mean?”
Sirius cocks his head to the side. “You can’t handle crowds, Moony. You always freak out when we’re around too many people or it gets too loud or something. You should see yourself on the platform sometime.”
This time Remus cocks his head, the mirror image of Sirius’. “How…I’ve never told you that,” He murmurs in disbelief.
Sirius shrugs nonchalantly. “You didn’t have to tell me, Moony. I can just…feel it, sort of. Your tension or anxiety or whatnot. It’s pretty strong. When I finally realized it just now you looked like you were about to hyperventilate.”
“There were people everywhere,” Remus murmurs, fingering the ragged hem of his sleeve. “I couldn’t breathe.”
“I know,” Sirius replies softly, taking Remus‘ hand. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault I’m a freak,” He mutters, avoiding Sirius’ gaze.
“Moony,” Sirius says sternly, tipping Remus’ chin up to look into his eyes. “My family decorates with the dismembered heads of loyal house elves. I think I know what a freak is.”
“Yeah, but that’s your family,” Remus mumbles. “Not you.”
“You’re right,” Sirius replies, almost bitterly. “I’m so glad I didn’t inherit something awful like claustrophobia-”
“Agoraphobia, actually.”
“Whatever. Having agoraphobia then, would be so much worse than having their filthy blood running through me, knowing I come from bigoted, unhinged bastards, knowing that I have to fight against my entire nature in order to be who I want to be.”
“Sirius, I’m sorry-”
“It’s okay Moony,” Sirius smiles at him, warm and friendly again. “I just don’t like it when you call yourself a freak.”
“Me either,” Remus says, looking back into Sirius’ eyes. “You’re nothing like them, you know. You could never be like them.”
“I could,” Sirius replies plainly. “But I won’t. I like house elves. They bring me pie.”
They laugh loudly, fingers linked together as they watch the balloons slowly ascend into the clouds.
“Pretty colors,” Sirius murmurs. Remus grins.
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: Teen for language, I spose
Disclaimer: All your characters are belong to Jo.
Summary: Remus has a small problems with huge crowds.
Prompt: # 9 for
barefootboys
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10
Remus has been to Ashton Court before, but never when there were so many people around. Hundreds of thousands of people, it seems like. There have never been this many people in the world ever, he thinks, as the bodies seemingly begin to multiply around him. Sirius is standing in front of him, starry-eyed as he watches the balloons hover inches off the ground, genuinely amazed at the lack of magic involved, but he knows why Sirius really wanted to come to the festival; it’s all the bright colors, they draw him in like a moth to a flame, or a toddler to a shiny coin, and of course they fly, and Sirius loves anything to do with flying.
He’s glad Sirius is having such a good time. Really, he is. He just hadn’t expected the crowd to be this astronomic in size. They were everywhere; on the sidewalks, in the street, bumping into him and causing him to bump into Sirius and not even muttering a pardon me, the wankers.
His skin feels uncomfortably clammy, Remus hates to feel clammy, and his lungs just aren’t cycling oxygen to his brain quick enough. The crowd is expanding, the people are closing in on him, the loud conversations around him all begin to blur together into a high pitched buzz, the type of buzz one hears before they are about to pass out, and it is the most fucking annoying noise he’s ever heard, without a doubt.
Suddenly Sirius turns to look at him, perhaps because Remus has just been shoved into him again by a rather large gentleman who he decides not to scowl at.
“Oh shit,” Sirius mutters, scrutinizing Remus’ face. “Shit.You’re freaking out, aren’t you?”
“What?” Remus asks, hoping he speaks loud enough so that Sirius can hear him over the buzz of annoying voices, realizing he has put his hands over his ears and probably looks ridiculous.
“Bugger,” Sirius replies. “Damn it all, I‘m such a selfish idiot. Moony, why didn’t you say something?”
“What?” Remus asks again, a little annoyed at Sirius for being so vague, a lot annoyed at Sirius for standing so bleeding close to him.
“Come on,” Sirius says, suddenly taking Remus’ hand and pulling him through the crowd. Remus doesn’t understand what’s going on, or why Sirius is leaving the balloon festival when it just began, or what the hell he was talking about, but all of sudden it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that he’s free, he can finally breathe and move and think like a normal person.
“Sorry,” Sirius says with a guilty expression Remus still doesn’t understand. “I forgot. I’m an idiot.”
“That’s not untrue,” Remus replies, sitting down on a park bench, filling his lungs with fresh air, relishing the vast amount of space around him. “But you’ll have to tell me why you’re an idiot this time”
“The crowd,” Sirius says to him. “I didn’t even think about it.”
“What do you mean?”
Sirius cocks his head to the side. “You can’t handle crowds, Moony. You always freak out when we’re around too many people or it gets too loud or something. You should see yourself on the platform sometime.”
This time Remus cocks his head, the mirror image of Sirius’. “How…I’ve never told you that,” He murmurs in disbelief.
Sirius shrugs nonchalantly. “You didn’t have to tell me, Moony. I can just…feel it, sort of. Your tension or anxiety or whatnot. It’s pretty strong. When I finally realized it just now you looked like you were about to hyperventilate.”
“There were people everywhere,” Remus murmurs, fingering the ragged hem of his sleeve. “I couldn’t breathe.”
“I know,” Sirius replies softly, taking Remus‘ hand. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault I’m a freak,” He mutters, avoiding Sirius’ gaze.
“Moony,” Sirius says sternly, tipping Remus’ chin up to look into his eyes. “My family decorates with the dismembered heads of loyal house elves. I think I know what a freak is.”
“Yeah, but that’s your family,” Remus mumbles. “Not you.”
“You’re right,” Sirius replies, almost bitterly. “I’m so glad I didn’t inherit something awful like claustrophobia-”
“Agoraphobia, actually.”
“Whatever. Having agoraphobia then, would be so much worse than having their filthy blood running through me, knowing I come from bigoted, unhinged bastards, knowing that I have to fight against my entire nature in order to be who I want to be.”
“Sirius, I’m sorry-”
“It’s okay Moony,” Sirius smiles at him, warm and friendly again. “I just don’t like it when you call yourself a freak.”
“Me either,” Remus says, looking back into Sirius’ eyes. “You’re nothing like them, you know. You could never be like them.”
“I could,” Sirius replies plainly. “But I won’t. I like house elves. They bring me pie.”
They laugh loudly, fingers linked together as they watch the balloons slowly ascend into the clouds.
“Pretty colors,” Sirius murmurs. Remus grins.