HP - Uneasy
Title: Uneasy
Rating: All ages
Characters: Marauders and Lily, from Sirius's POV
Genre: General
Warnings: None
Word Count: 539
Summary: "Sirius Black is often distracted, and likes being the centre of attention, and is sometimes so frustratingly obtuse that his friends wonder how they ever got a long to begin with. But he is also observant when he needs to be. And right now, his every sense is telling him that something is wrong."
Author's Note: This is a remix of dorasolo's fic over here, which is a remix of latenightcuppa's fic, found here, which in turn is a remix of brownstudies fic here. (Whew!)
Uneasy
Sirius Black has never liked being alone. He is too loud, too flamboyant, too wrapped around how important his friends are in his life to be comfortable with being on his own.
Which is why he’s so happy to be living with Remus. Even when Remus isn’t there, his presence fills to rooms; books left out, or a half-eaten piece of toast, or his scarf draped over the back of a chair. He will never be alone in this flat. And James and Lily have said they will come for dinner when they can, and for parties, and just to sped time together, because yes, they have a flat of their own, but this is his place, dammit, and Sirius needs to have guests in his flat sometimes.
Sirius Black is often distracted, and likes being the centre of attention, and is sometimes so frustratingly obtuse that his friends wonder how they ever got a long to begin with. But he is also observant when he needs to be. And right now, his every sense is telling him that something is wrong.
Perhaps it is in the way Peter hesitates slightly before stepping through the door, as though afraid that Sirius will slam it in his face at any moment.
Or maybe it is in the way he stands, surveying everything from the comfort of doorways and corners, and doesn’t look at anything in particular. He has said nothing of the decorations, or the food, or the view. He has said nothing about the flat besides “This place is great!” at least a dozen times, but even then, Sirius can hear something wrong in the way he says it, like the sound has been twisted. He thinks Peter could be saying anything at all and it would still sound the same.
Perhaps it is the odd expression Sirius catches out of the corner of his eye. For a moment something in Peter’s smile seems broken, like a reflection in a cracked mirror; it’s like the two sides of his mouth don’t meet up correctly and Sirius thinks for a second that Peter looked like Regulus, the last time Sirius saw him, all sneering defiance masked with friendly words. But then he blinks and Peter is laughing at something James has said and Sirius turns his attention to other things.
But he finds his eyes drawn to Peter still. There is something wrong with the way he speaks, the way he stands, the way he moves. It is too choreographed, the way he always seems to be across the room, never beside anyone. James is everywhere, picking things up, looking at everything; Lily appraises the décor; Remus is beside him, laughing and smiling and so proud of this flat he is sharing with Sirius. And Peter stands a little outside of it all, his eyes on Lily a little too angry and his smile a little too strained, his laughter a little to short.
Sirius may be loud and boisterous and annoying, but he is also a good friend. He would do anything for the people he cares about. And right now, every sense is telling him that something is wrong.
The only question, he thinks, is what do to?
Rating: All ages
Characters: Marauders and Lily, from Sirius's POV
Genre: General
Warnings: None
Word Count: 539
Summary: "Sirius Black is often distracted, and likes being the centre of attention, and is sometimes so frustratingly obtuse that his friends wonder how they ever got a long to begin with. But he is also observant when he needs to be. And right now, his every sense is telling him that something is wrong."
Author's Note: This is a remix of dorasolo's fic over here, which is a remix of latenightcuppa's fic, found here, which in turn is a remix of brownstudies fic here. (Whew!)
Uneasy
Sirius Black has never liked being alone. He is too loud, too flamboyant, too wrapped around how important his friends are in his life to be comfortable with being on his own.
Which is why he’s so happy to be living with Remus. Even when Remus isn’t there, his presence fills to rooms; books left out, or a half-eaten piece of toast, or his scarf draped over the back of a chair. He will never be alone in this flat. And James and Lily have said they will come for dinner when they can, and for parties, and just to sped time together, because yes, they have a flat of their own, but this is his place, dammit, and Sirius needs to have guests in his flat sometimes.
Sirius Black is often distracted, and likes being the centre of attention, and is sometimes so frustratingly obtuse that his friends wonder how they ever got a long to begin with. But he is also observant when he needs to be. And right now, his every sense is telling him that something is wrong.
Perhaps it is in the way Peter hesitates slightly before stepping through the door, as though afraid that Sirius will slam it in his face at any moment.
Or maybe it is in the way he stands, surveying everything from the comfort of doorways and corners, and doesn’t look at anything in particular. He has said nothing of the decorations, or the food, or the view. He has said nothing about the flat besides “This place is great!” at least a dozen times, but even then, Sirius can hear something wrong in the way he says it, like the sound has been twisted. He thinks Peter could be saying anything at all and it would still sound the same.
Perhaps it is the odd expression Sirius catches out of the corner of his eye. For a moment something in Peter’s smile seems broken, like a reflection in a cracked mirror; it’s like the two sides of his mouth don’t meet up correctly and Sirius thinks for a second that Peter looked like Regulus, the last time Sirius saw him, all sneering defiance masked with friendly words. But then he blinks and Peter is laughing at something James has said and Sirius turns his attention to other things.
But he finds his eyes drawn to Peter still. There is something wrong with the way he speaks, the way he stands, the way he moves. It is too choreographed, the way he always seems to be across the room, never beside anyone. James is everywhere, picking things up, looking at everything; Lily appraises the décor; Remus is beside him, laughing and smiling and so proud of this flat he is sharing with Sirius. And Peter stands a little outside of it all, his eyes on Lily a little too angry and his smile a little too strained, his laughter a little to short.
Sirius may be loud and boisterous and annoying, but he is also a good friend. He would do anything for the people he cares about. And right now, every sense is telling him that something is wrong.
The only question, he thinks, is what do to?