Twice Burned
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lesyeuxvertsTitle: Twice Burned
Author: lesyeuxverts
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angela_snape
Word Count: 350
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Prompt: cardigan
Warnings: a bit of angst, but nothing more than that
Disclaimer: Not mine.
AN: Forcelandineb, for the "Stump the Author" meme
The cardigan had belonged to Sirius – some horrid monstrosity that his mother had sent him, when she somehow got it into her head that Sirius was likely to catch cold at Hogwarts. She sent it with a long scroll full of her spidery script. Sirius had read it once and burned it twice, and that was the end of that.
He'd never worn the cardigan as far as Remus knew, but it still smelled like him, mostly the lingering acrid smell of cigarettes and the sharp clean scent of the soap he used.
Remus stood in the empty flat for longer than he knew, Sirius's cardigan pressed against his face. The shadows lengthened and the silence echoed and it was over. The others were all gone – had gone on without Remus, had left him.
There was nothing left but a drab dreary world and a flat full of echoes and the cardigan in Remus's hands. It wasn't enough … the cardigan had meant nothing to the woman who had bought it out of some vague motherly instinct, and it hadn't meant anything to the boy who never wore it. The cold hadn't touched Sirius – not at Hogwarts, where there was magic and mischief to keep him warm.
He would never wear it now. Remus stood there, weighing the cardigan in his hands, until the room was entirely dark, the shadows stretching from wall to wall. He was almost cold himself, and he shuddered. His heart thudded in the silence, knocking against his breastbone – too loud and too urgent, out of place in the empty room. He had trusted Sirius once, and then once again after the first betrayal.
Too many times, because at the end of it all, Remus was left alone here.
Remus steadied himself against the wall … and then he did it, pressing the cloth to his face one last time before pulling it on and fastening the buttons one by one. It was as easy as an eel sliding through the water. It felt as natural as breathing, wearing this cardigan that still smelled like Sirius.
Author: lesyeuxverts
Beta:
angela_snapeWord Count: 350
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Prompt: cardigan
Warnings: a bit of angst, but nothing more than that
Disclaimer: Not mine.
AN: For
celandineb, for the "Stump the Author" memeThe cardigan had belonged to Sirius – some horrid monstrosity that his mother had sent him, when she somehow got it into her head that Sirius was likely to catch cold at Hogwarts. She sent it with a long scroll full of her spidery script. Sirius had read it once and burned it twice, and that was the end of that.
He'd never worn the cardigan as far as Remus knew, but it still smelled like him, mostly the lingering acrid smell of cigarettes and the sharp clean scent of the soap he used.
Remus stood in the empty flat for longer than he knew, Sirius's cardigan pressed against his face. The shadows lengthened and the silence echoed and it was over. The others were all gone – had gone on without Remus, had left him.
There was nothing left but a drab dreary world and a flat full of echoes and the cardigan in Remus's hands. It wasn't enough … the cardigan had meant nothing to the woman who had bought it out of some vague motherly instinct, and it hadn't meant anything to the boy who never wore it. The cold hadn't touched Sirius – not at Hogwarts, where there was magic and mischief to keep him warm.
He would never wear it now. Remus stood there, weighing the cardigan in his hands, until the room was entirely dark, the shadows stretching from wall to wall. He was almost cold himself, and he shuddered. His heart thudded in the silence, knocking against his breastbone – too loud and too urgent, out of place in the empty room. He had trusted Sirius once, and then once again after the first betrayal.
Too many times, because at the end of it all, Remus was left alone here.
Remus steadied himself against the wall … and then he did it, pressing the cloth to his face one last time before pulling it on and fastening the buttons one by one. It was as easy as an eel sliding through the water. It felt as natural as breathing, wearing this cardigan that still smelled like Sirius.
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Date: 2008-09-08 09:22 pm (UTC)So Sirius, that. This is lovely - heartbreaking, but lovely.
It felt as natural as breathing, wearing this cardigan that still smelled like Sirius.
*sniffles for Remus*
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Date: 2008-09-09 10:02 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-09-08 09:24 pm (UTC)So heartbreaking. :(
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