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Day 22 - Sausages

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Jan. 25th, 2006 | 11:31 pm
posted by: safebox in blanketforts

A Little Hope
By safebox
G, 350+ words

/Day 01/Day 02/Day 03/Day 04/Day 05/Day 06/Day 07/
/Day 08/Day 09/Day 10/Day 11/Day 12/Day 13/Day 14/
/Day 15/Day 16/Day 17/Day 18/Day 19/Day 20/Day 21/

Remus suddenly realises his shoulders are bunched up just around his ears, and lets them relax again. He really shouldn’t let this house give him the creeps, not after this all time and considering decent people usually populate it these days.

He hates cooking in unfamiliar kitchens, however - he can never find the things he wants so everything takes twice as long and he’s always afraid he’ll break something.

Anyway, he doubts the Black family kitchenware has ever been used to cook something as lowly as sausages before. The thought gives him little pleasure, merely adds to the sense of despair that engulfs this house, and passes over him as well if he’s not careful.

Still, it’s difficult to maintain such thoughts when one is involved in the subtle science and exact art of a cooked breakfast. He smiles as the smell fills the room, and hopefully emanates beyond with its siren call.

Sirius appears at the moment, barely making an impression upon the place where he stands. Remus smiles warmly, successfully masking the pain of seeing him reduced to this.

‘Sit down, Pads, sausages are on the way.’

A flicker, a memory of a smile comes in response, but it seems so humbly grateful, and so unlike Sirius. Remus turns away and prods at the sausages a little viciously, unsure who to be most furious at for bringing them all to this.

At last, they have sizzled their last and he heaps most of them onto a single plate – he doesn’t need much food these days. He gently places it on the table, and Sirius takes an automatic bite.

At last, a real smile breaks out, just for a moment, and the winter day seems lifted a little. The sausages disappear with something Remus would once have called relish, and another small layer seems to fall away from Sirius.

Suddenly, there’s eye contact, startling them both slightly although Remus’ heart is lifted extraordinarily.

Sirius nods. ‘Thanks, Moony.’ It may be wishful thinking, but Remus thinks his voice even sounds a little less rasping than usual.

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from: inocciduous
date: Feb. 3rd, 2006 12:44 am (UTC)


I've been ever-so-slowly catching myself up on these, but this is the first time I've read them in order. And oh.

I just feel emotionally stunned by the impact of these. In 31 days you've managed to capture the essence of a lifetime. Just wonderful.

And I love your James. I think he's not often done well in S/R fics, but you manage to draw him perfectly.

Can I friend such_heights?

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from: safebox
date: Feb. 3rd, 2006 07:58 am (UTC)

Thank you so much. ~hugs comment~

Ah, I love James, which I think helps.

And yes, of course, are you kidding?

=D Thank you again.

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