fic: harry potter: Narcissistic Intent
Title: Narcissistic Intent
Prompt: rain; 046. Writer's Choice (Narcissism)
Summary: A moment. Twins
Typical rainy Sunday morning -- too early for any customers in the shop, but they're still open, on the off chance that someone roaming the streets of Diagon Alley might want to step out of the rain for a moment, and could maybe be persuaded to make a purchase or three. The water streaming down the windows looks freezing, but inside it is warm and Fred sits at the counter, drowsing aimlessly. The warmth seems to have the opposite effect on George, who is wandering the aisles, restlessly arranging and rearranging the displays.
George turns suddenly, feeling Fred's absent gaze, quirks an eyebrow, waits. Fred yawns, stretches long and lazy, says: "You're a handsome devil, you know that?"
George throws his head back and laughs. "You're not so bad yourself," he returns, when he has his breath back.
Fred's answering grin makes George feel quite a lot warmer than he was already.
Notes: I love the twins, and refuse to acknowledge Deathly Hallows. It does not exist, I tell you! (Nor are there any DH spoilers here, for those who care.) Meant to be twincesty, if you lean that way.
Prompt: rain; 046. Writer's Choice (Narcissism)
Summary: A moment. Twins
Typical rainy Sunday morning -- too early for any customers in the shop, but they're still open, on the off chance that someone roaming the streets of Diagon Alley might want to step out of the rain for a moment, and could maybe be persuaded to make a purchase or three. The water streaming down the windows looks freezing, but inside it is warm and Fred sits at the counter, drowsing aimlessly. The warmth seems to have the opposite effect on George, who is wandering the aisles, restlessly arranging and rearranging the displays.
George turns suddenly, feeling Fred's absent gaze, quirks an eyebrow, waits. Fred yawns, stretches long and lazy, says: "You're a handsome devil, you know that?"
George throws his head back and laughs. "You're not so bad yourself," he returns, when he has his breath back.
Fred's answering grin makes George feel quite a lot warmer than he was already.
Notes: I love the twins, and refuse to acknowledge Deathly Hallows. It does not exist, I tell you! (Nor are there any DH spoilers here, for those who care.) Meant to be twincesty, if you lean that way.