Final Session: week one challenge
Title: A Comfort Until Morning
Author: grith_sloffin
Pairing: Remus/Ron (even if Remus only gets four words and one ellipsis)
Rating: PG13 (probably more PG)
Word Count: 318 (according to Word)
Scenario: At night, Ron believes he can see Harry again (yes, thus meaning, Harry is dead), and Remus believes him.
A/N: I joined in at the last minute with the first ever session of slash_challenge last July (Tension) and, since I like symmetry, when I discovered that this is to be the last session (very sad) of slash_challenge I decided to make another (almost) last minute entry. It's a lot rough, but, hey, the best thing about this community has always been that it truly is a lot of friendly fun, and I'm sorry I haven't had the time to be involved between the first session and this final(?) one.
"At night, he's here."
"Harry?"
"Yes, in the shadows hiding. No, not hiding, watching -- waiting for me to sleep again. I wake, and he's there, by my . . . our bed, and when I try to reach out to him -- I never speak, I don't know why -- he moves back into the shadows, out of reach."
"Oh, Ron, I . . . "
"No. No, it's all right. That's all right, it's . . . hard to describe. I feel it's a comfort, somehow, knowing he's still with me and I know -- I just know -- that he 's waiting for me to go back to sleep, and knowing he's here with me, watching over me, makes going back to sleep easier.
"It's the mornings, the mornings that drive me mad. Oh, God! Remus, it hurts so much! He's still with me. But not in the shadows, he's right there next to me in bed. A warm comforting, weight beside me as I emerge from sleep. He's there -- right there -- whilst I'm just on the edge of wakefulness. He's tangible; I feel his body heat, I . . . smell him. I could reach out and touch him; hold him in my arms again. Only . . . only I can't. I can't, because on waking fully it all slips away and he's gone. And there's an empty space beside me, an empty space inside and, oh God! it aches so much.
"I lose him again. Every morning, I lose him again and the pain of it rips my open; it swallows me up; I drown in it. I can't bear it again! I want . . .. I want to follow him; to go with him; be with him.
"Please, Remus, stay with me tonight; be there when I wake. I can't hold on -- can't hold myself back anymore."
Author: grith_sloffin
Pairing: Remus/Ron (even if Remus only gets four words and one ellipsis)
Rating: PG13 (probably more PG)
Word Count: 318 (according to Word)
Scenario: At night, Ron believes he can see Harry again (yes, thus meaning, Harry is dead), and Remus believes him.
A/N: I joined in at the last minute with the first ever session of slash_challenge last July (Tension) and, since I like symmetry, when I discovered that this is to be the last session (very sad) of slash_challenge I decided to make another (almost) last minute entry. It's a lot rough, but, hey, the best thing about this community has always been that it truly is a lot of friendly fun, and I'm sorry I haven't had the time to be involved between the first session and this final(?) one.
"At night, he's here."
"Harry?"
"Yes, in the shadows hiding. No, not hiding, watching -- waiting for me to sleep again. I wake, and he's there, by my . . . our bed, and when I try to reach out to him -- I never speak, I don't know why -- he moves back into the shadows, out of reach."
"Oh, Ron, I . . . "
"No. No, it's all right. That's all right, it's . . . hard to describe. I feel it's a comfort, somehow, knowing he's still with me and I know -- I just know -- that he 's waiting for me to go back to sleep, and knowing he's here with me, watching over me, makes going back to sleep easier.
"It's the mornings, the mornings that drive me mad. Oh, God! Remus, it hurts so much! He's still with me. But not in the shadows, he's right there next to me in bed. A warm comforting, weight beside me as I emerge from sleep. He's there -- right there -- whilst I'm just on the edge of wakefulness. He's tangible; I feel his body heat, I . . . smell him. I could reach out and touch him; hold him in my arms again. Only . . . only I can't. I can't, because on waking fully it all slips away and he's gone. And there's an empty space beside me, an empty space inside and, oh God! it aches so much.
"I lose him again. Every morning, I lose him again and the pain of it rips my open; it swallows me up; I drown in it. I can't bear it again! I want . . .. I want to follow him; to go with him; be with him.
"Please, Remus, stay with me tonight; be there when I wake. I can't hold on -- can't hold myself back anymore."