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framlingemRemus/Sirius doubledrabble (200 words), with thanks to Larry Foley and the other Punters for "Rise with the Sun", and apologies for blatantly stealing part of the lyric.
I used to watch you rise with the sun. I don’t think you even knew I was awake, but I woke up when I heard the rustle of your bed-curtains, and I would very carefully look out through a crack in mine, and watch you step gently across the room to the window to watch the sunrise. I delighted in the dawn, without ever seeing the sun. I didn’t need the sun. I had the way the ruddy light stroked the planes of your chest, painted shadows along your neck, under your jaw; I had the way your hair was imperfect; I had you, of all things. You would creep back to bed, and go back to sleep - Sirius Black, after all, is a loafer, a layabout, but I used to watch you rise with the sun.
Now I watch you sleep. I watch you pull heavy drapes across the windows to block out the light you once embodied. I watch the darkness under your eyes, the shadows splashed across the way you twist your lips when I touch your shoulder on my way to wakening. I watch you sleep, but I used to watch you rise with the sun.
I used to watch you rise with the sun. I don’t think you even knew I was awake, but I woke up when I heard the rustle of your bed-curtains, and I would very carefully look out through a crack in mine, and watch you step gently across the room to the window to watch the sunrise. I delighted in the dawn, without ever seeing the sun. I didn’t need the sun. I had the way the ruddy light stroked the planes of your chest, painted shadows along your neck, under your jaw; I had the way your hair was imperfect; I had you, of all things. You would creep back to bed, and go back to sleep - Sirius Black, after all, is a loafer, a layabout, but I used to watch you rise with the sun.
Now I watch you sleep. I watch you pull heavy drapes across the windows to block out the light you once embodied. I watch the darkness under your eyes, the shadows splashed across the way you twist your lips when I touch your shoulder on my way to wakening. I watch you sleep, but I used to watch you rise with the sun.
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Date: 2004-12-03 04:11 am (UTC)My roommate of the time is a huge HP fan and owned the books, but one glance at the blog and I knew I wouldn't be interested. I only went to the movie because she really wanted to go and had no one to go with her.
Fantasy is one genre I can't get into. Even LOTR leaves me cold and I have yet to finish FOTR. Shocking, wha'?
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Date: 2004-12-04 03:07 pm (UTC)(My idea of Hell is being trapped for eternity in a room full of Agatha Christie novels, with an unbreakbale window into a room full of Arthur C. Clarke)