ficlets: lazy, hazy, crazy; If It Be Her Will
The first two ficlets. Which means, yay! I can write again! Sort of.
for medie: lazy, hazy, crazy | sirius/remus, hammock, lazy | 262 words
lazy, hazy, crazy
The sky was bright and blue between the brown branches and green leaves. Remus tipped his head back and squinted, enjoying the sway of the hammock in which he lay.
James, Sirius and Peter were off playing Quidditch with some of the other boys in the neighborhood, and Remus had sneaked back to the Potters' to take a nap in the hammock, which James and Sirius had monopolized all weekend. He let his eyes close and his mind wander, and he was thisclose to being asleep when a shadow fell across him, and he shivered.
"Go away, Sirius."
"Budge over, Moony."
Remus didn't open his eyes. "No."
"Lazy sod."
"Too right."
He was warm and comfortable, and even though he knew it was coming, he didn't brace himself. When Sirius tried to climb into the hammock, it rocked dangerously before spilling them both to the grass. They rolled and sprawled, tangling together in a heap of half-naked, tanned, sun-warmed limbs, and Remus didn't object when Sirius nuzzled his neck, even though Mrs. Potter could easily have seen them from the house.
"Are you going to sleep while I ravish you?"
Remus managed to keep his eyes closed and his laughter in, but his lips turned up in a smile he couldn't stop.
"Mmm..."
When he finally opened his eyes, Sirius was smiling down at him, close enough for Remus to breathe him in.
"Moony?"
"Ravish first, sleep later," Remus murmured.
"That's the spirit," Sirius answered against his lips
Remus twined his fingers in Sirius's sweat-dampened hair and pulled him into a bone-melting kiss.
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for ofluvandblood: If It Be Her Will | Eowyn, "I am flawed, but I am cleaning up so well." | 171 words
If It Be Her Will
When Faramir asks for her company, Eowyn smiles, because he is so eager, and yet so dignified that he never seems foolish, nor as if he wants her to seem a fool.
When he asks for her heart, Eowyn wonders she has any left to give, yet she does, somehow. She feels joy swell within her breast at the sight of this man, at the touch of his hand upon hers, the sound of his voice, low and earnest, yet with some humor in it, even in these uncertain days.
When he kisses her in earnest, his lips upon hers, warm and soft in the bright sunshine of Minas Tirith, her heart opens like a flower with the first touch of spring sun upon its petals, the promise of life and growth after the long hard frost of winter.
When Faramir asks for her hand, his heart in his eyes, she says yes, because she knows he loves her strength, and she is not afraid to let him see her weakness.
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More later, I hope. More writing anyway. Whee! Writing! I forgot how good it feels.
Also, I am not receiving all LJ comment notices again. Grrr... but writing, yay!
for medie: lazy, hazy, crazy | sirius/remus, hammock, lazy | 262 words
lazy, hazy, crazy
The sky was bright and blue between the brown branches and green leaves. Remus tipped his head back and squinted, enjoying the sway of the hammock in which he lay.
James, Sirius and Peter were off playing Quidditch with some of the other boys in the neighborhood, and Remus had sneaked back to the Potters' to take a nap in the hammock, which James and Sirius had monopolized all weekend. He let his eyes close and his mind wander, and he was thisclose to being asleep when a shadow fell across him, and he shivered.
"Go away, Sirius."
"Budge over, Moony."
Remus didn't open his eyes. "No."
"Lazy sod."
"Too right."
He was warm and comfortable, and even though he knew it was coming, he didn't brace himself. When Sirius tried to climb into the hammock, it rocked dangerously before spilling them both to the grass. They rolled and sprawled, tangling together in a heap of half-naked, tanned, sun-warmed limbs, and Remus didn't object when Sirius nuzzled his neck, even though Mrs. Potter could easily have seen them from the house.
"Are you going to sleep while I ravish you?"
Remus managed to keep his eyes closed and his laughter in, but his lips turned up in a smile he couldn't stop.
"Mmm..."
When he finally opened his eyes, Sirius was smiling down at him, close enough for Remus to breathe him in.
"Moony?"
"Ravish first, sleep later," Remus murmured.
"That's the spirit," Sirius answered against his lips
Remus twined his fingers in Sirius's sweat-dampened hair and pulled him into a bone-melting kiss.
****
for ofluvandblood: If It Be Her Will | Eowyn, "I am flawed, but I am cleaning up so well." | 171 words
If It Be Her Will
When Faramir asks for her company, Eowyn smiles, because he is so eager, and yet so dignified that he never seems foolish, nor as if he wants her to seem a fool.
When he asks for her heart, Eowyn wonders she has any left to give, yet she does, somehow. She feels joy swell within her breast at the sight of this man, at the touch of his hand upon hers, the sound of his voice, low and earnest, yet with some humor in it, even in these uncertain days.
When he kisses her in earnest, his lips upon hers, warm and soft in the bright sunshine of Minas Tirith, her heart opens like a flower with the first touch of spring sun upon its petals, the promise of life and growth after the long hard frost of winter.
When Faramir asks for her hand, his heart in his eyes, she says yes, because she knows he loves her strength, and she is not afraid to let him see her weakness.
****
More later, I hope. More writing anyway. Whee! Writing! I forgot how good it feels.
Also, I am not receiving all LJ comment notices again. Grrr... but writing, yay!