Title: A Twilight Wooing Rating: PG Words: 1102 Prompt: Wellies! Disclaimer: They are far from being mine. JKR owns them - i'm just borrowing them for a bit.
Thanks :) It's taken me a few days to find time again, but I really enjoyed this. I wanted to show that they were both still recognisably the same men as my earlier writing, just older and even more damaged.
I can take no credit for the layout - it's one of the new styles LJ released the other day. Purty, ain't it?
*smiles* Have you ever walked past an overgrown patch on the morning of the first rain after a dry summer, when all the dry plants are suddenly wet and rotting? That smell.
I think names and faces must be really hard, especially as he's still associating them with people from his youth.
Oh, lovely and sweet and sadly achy, especially this:
There were times when he was afraid that he had brought something of the Dementors out of Azkaban, some unquenchable hunger for humanity. He rationed himself and held back from touching people constantly just to reassure himself that they weren’t another Dementor dream. The desire made him feel clumsy, over-eager and desperate.
Remus was different. Remus tolerated it with grave amusement, never flinching from pressed shoulders and grabbed wrists. Remus understood without needing to ask.
Thank you :) I tend to see Sirius as an incredibly tactile person, and Azkaban must have had a terrible effect in terms of sheer isolation, quite apart from the Dementors and the rest.
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Thanks for the comment :) I'm glad you liked it.
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I kind of have no idea what that means, the smell, but I like how it sounds!
He could work out which one Bill was later.
How indicative that time has moved on without Sirius.
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*smiles* Have you ever walked past an overgrown patch on the morning of the first rain after a dry summer, when all the dry plants are suddenly wet and rotting? That smell.
I think names and faces must be really hard, especially as he's still associating them with people from his youth.
I'm glad you liked it. Thanks for commenting :)
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There were times when he was afraid that he had brought something of the Dementors out of Azkaban, some unquenchable hunger for humanity. He rationed himself and held back from touching people constantly just to reassure himself that they weren’t another Dementor dream. The desire made him feel clumsy, over-eager and desperate.
Remus was different. Remus tolerated it with grave amusement, never flinching from pressed shoulders and grabbed wrists. Remus understood without needing to ask.
Oh, Sirius...
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Thanks for the comment :) Glad you liked it.
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unquenchable hunger for humanity is a particularly brilliant phrase. ;)
Very nicely done. ;D
Lovely layout, btw.
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[It's one of the new layouts LJ released the other day. So pretty]
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