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Scarves N Hats: Days 12-13

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prompt for Day 12
Enough for Me | Day 12 | PG | 193 words

"It's cold, Moony," Sirius said plaintively, arms wrapped protectively around himself as he stared out the grimy window of the flat.

"Put on a jumper, then," Remus called from the kitchen. "Or cast a warming charm or something."

Sirius made a huffing noise, wrapping his arms tighter. He watched the swirl of fog outside the window, yellowed by the dirty air of London and prowling through the night streets. "This is our first fall out of Hogwarts," he said, not to anyone in particular. "It feels so...I dunno, empty or something."

"Get a job, then," Remus said jokingly, suddenly behind him. He pressed a cup of tea into Sirius' hands and then wrapped his arms around the dark-haired man from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder. "I think it's a beginning, really, a chance to do something for ourselves for once."

Sirius shrugged, leaning back against his lover and warming his hands on the cup. "It's a beginning for us, too," Remus continued. "This is our place, our life together. That's something, isn't it?"

"It is," Sirius said, turning his head to kiss Remus on the cheek. "And that's enough for me."

prompt for Day 13
Blankets and Memories | Day 13 | PG | 275 words

Now, Remus never leaves the bed unmade.

Before...everything, they never used to make the bed. Weekends used to be spent without even leaving the bed, only venturing to retrieve food, and maybe a book, though he always took Remus reading as an invitation for mischief. Every time Remus tried to make the bed, either the man or the dog would jump on it, and Remus was always laughing too hard to complain.

But now, even many years later, an unmade bed brings back too many memories. Memories of a dark head on the pillow and a warm body wrapped around his. Memories of tea and biscuits consumed in that bed, shortbread in winter, lemon in spring, raspberry in summer, and maple in fall. Memories of warm arms around him as another Apparated them back to that bed after a full moon.

And sometimes, even ten, twelve years later, rumpled sheets and blankets seem to still hold the scent of another man, even after countless washings and even the purchase of new sheets. That scent brings back other memories, too, of fall days spent in the park or night rides on the motorbike. Remus refuses to let the memories overcome him, and so he makes the bed the moment he gets out of it every morning, and only goes anywhere near it when exhaustion is threatening to overcome him.

But, when he received the owl from Dumbledore, saying that Sirius had escaped and he was needed to teach at the school, Remus had gone into the bed room and pulled back the sheets, writing his reply from the safety of a cocoon of blankets and memories.

Feedback is better than chocolate (or tea).

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kashmir_ki_kali
Oct. 17th, 2005 08:50 pm (UTC)
Loving the snuggly feeling of the first and loving the use of a bed in the second. ^_^
melayneseahawk
Oct. 17th, 2005 09:18 pm (UTC)
Thankee. I seem to be on an inanimate object kick.
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