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such_heights) wrote2007-01-24 09:20 pm
such_heights) wrote2007-01-24 09:20 pm
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Ficlet: Snowfall, PG, Remus/Sirius
Snowfall
600 words, PG
Remus/Sirius
Summary: It's early, and it's snowing, just about. Sirius goes out of the flat to investigate.
Notes: Just something to kick-start my brain. Unashamed fluff, really.
Sirius was awake unreasonably early, and it was still dark. A foot had slinked out of the protection of sheets during the night, and thus resembled an icicle more than an appendage. Sirius pulled it back in hurriedly, and resisted the urge to ram it between Remus’ calves, who was looking so asleep and peaceful. Instead, he awkwardly shuffled around until the offending foot was nestled behind his knee somehow, but after a few moments it became clear it wasn’t going to warm up.
Sighing, Sirius rolled out of bed and trotted into the kitchen, both feet getting cold now as he padded along the tiles, sticky from yesterday’s cereal which had ended up everywhere. He put the kettle on, pulled the curtains open a fraction and gasped. Snow.
Sirius raced back into the bedroom, fumbling around for a jumper, and grabbing his combat boots as the first shoes that came to hand. Cursing as he managed to knock into the wardrobe with a clank, he held his breath as Remus shuffled in his sleep. After a moment there was no further movement, so he crept into the hall, doing up laces with hands that were feeling the cold more and more every minute.
Feeling adequately prepared, Sirius softly unbolted the door, grabbed a key and hurried down the stairs, out of their block of flats and onto the road. With a satisfying crunch he stepped onto the pavement, beaming delightedly. The snow was barely an inch deep, and already turning into sludge as the dustmen’s truck rolled down the street, with a man languidly picking up rubbish bags and throwing them into the back. The sky seemed oppressive, with lowering cloud, and everything had a garish tint of orange.
Yet the snow was still falling, though Sirius didn’t notice straight away. He looked up, and saw the white blankets settling on every rooftop. Looking in delight at his footprints on the doorstep, he doodled his name into the snow on the wall, complete with an extravagant beginning S.
Sirius took another pleased look around, and reflected that it would still be here in a couple of hours. In the meantime, he was seriously regretting some of his clothing choices, as boxers weren’t proving to be keeping anything very warm at all. He traipsed back upstairs, happily leaving a sludge deposit outside Flat 14, whose tenant was only too keen to bark to Sirius or Remus whenever they were unlucky enough to be passing about how they’d never had degenerates and reprobates in his day, and peacetime was turning this country soft.
He snuck back into the flat, kicking off his boots, keeping the jumper on and jumping back under the covers, huddling into a ball in an attempt to warm up. He hadn’t meant to go back to sleep, but suddenly it was lighter and he was warmer, and Remus had somehow gravitated to his side of the bed.
“My feet are cold,” Remus explained when Sirius opened his eyes.
Sirius laughed sleepily, eyes falling shut again, and he felt Remus’ extraordinarily cold feet land on his legs. “It’s snowing, you know,” he murmured.
“That can wait,” Remus replied, brushing his fingertips against Sirius’ hand.
Sirius smiled, felt Remus’ forehead bump against his cheek, and decided that yes, it probably could wait.
600 words, PG
Remus/Sirius
Summary: It's early, and it's snowing, just about. Sirius goes out of the flat to investigate.
Notes: Just something to kick-start my brain. Unashamed fluff, really.
Sirius was awake unreasonably early, and it was still dark. A foot had slinked out of the protection of sheets during the night, and thus resembled an icicle more than an appendage. Sirius pulled it back in hurriedly, and resisted the urge to ram it between Remus’ calves, who was looking so asleep and peaceful. Instead, he awkwardly shuffled around until the offending foot was nestled behind his knee somehow, but after a few moments it became clear it wasn’t going to warm up.
Sighing, Sirius rolled out of bed and trotted into the kitchen, both feet getting cold now as he padded along the tiles, sticky from yesterday’s cereal which had ended up everywhere. He put the kettle on, pulled the curtains open a fraction and gasped. Snow.
Sirius raced back into the bedroom, fumbling around for a jumper, and grabbing his combat boots as the first shoes that came to hand. Cursing as he managed to knock into the wardrobe with a clank, he held his breath as Remus shuffled in his sleep. After a moment there was no further movement, so he crept into the hall, doing up laces with hands that were feeling the cold more and more every minute.
Feeling adequately prepared, Sirius softly unbolted the door, grabbed a key and hurried down the stairs, out of their block of flats and onto the road. With a satisfying crunch he stepped onto the pavement, beaming delightedly. The snow was barely an inch deep, and already turning into sludge as the dustmen’s truck rolled down the street, with a man languidly picking up rubbish bags and throwing them into the back. The sky seemed oppressive, with lowering cloud, and everything had a garish tint of orange.
Yet the snow was still falling, though Sirius didn’t notice straight away. He looked up, and saw the white blankets settling on every rooftop. Looking in delight at his footprints on the doorstep, he doodled his name into the snow on the wall, complete with an extravagant beginning S.
Sirius took another pleased look around, and reflected that it would still be here in a couple of hours. In the meantime, he was seriously regretting some of his clothing choices, as boxers weren’t proving to be keeping anything very warm at all. He traipsed back upstairs, happily leaving a sludge deposit outside Flat 14, whose tenant was only too keen to bark to Sirius or Remus whenever they were unlucky enough to be passing about how they’d never had degenerates and reprobates in his day, and peacetime was turning this country soft.
He snuck back into the flat, kicking off his boots, keeping the jumper on and jumping back under the covers, huddling into a ball in an attempt to warm up. He hadn’t meant to go back to sleep, but suddenly it was lighter and he was warmer, and Remus had somehow gravitated to his side of the bed.
“My feet are cold,” Remus explained when Sirius opened his eyes.
Sirius laughed sleepily, eyes falling shut again, and he felt Remus’ extraordinarily cold feet land on his legs. “It’s snowing, you know,” he murmured.
“That can wait,” Remus replied, brushing his fingertips against Sirius’ hand.
Sirius smiled, felt Remus’ forehead bump against his cheek, and decided that yes, it probably could wait.
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I read it, and I'm saying, wow, I must be up to five hundred words by now -- where's the R/S ? Then I read the last few and giggled.
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First snow here, too.
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Well, minus the boxers, anyway. *g*
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Thanks for sharing! :* I must check your other stories ;]
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Fic: Snowfall
Sirius in his boxes in the street. And the dustman. The ordinariness of everything underneath the wonder of snow. And Remus refusing to get up. :-)
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