Drabble: Fearing a Figure
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paulamcgTitle: A Later Sketch for a Portrait, or Fearing a Figure
Author:paulamcg
Pairing: Remus/Sirius, Remus/Luna
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Remus won’t help me make any money.
Notes: This part in the series of Remus's attempts at a self-portrait is a single sketch. This one surprised me in summer 2007, and I made up my mind and published it only in April 2008. I'm still grateful to my incredible Ishonn for the inspiration and all the good kicks.
Summary: In late 1993 Remus’s deserted landscapes are illuminated by an illusion that he did not grow old.
Read here on AO3
or right here.
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Professor at Hogwarts! I spend my salary on canvas to depict deserted lands at dusk, fearing a figure will emerge: his.
Mine. In this luxury I can’t believe my life is threatened now – can’t forget we inevitably approach death. Although I hope there’s something beyond for me, I hate to see the signs of how long a way I’ve come.
Smiling to young faces, I become an awkward teenager, embarrassed about my old robes only. This extraordinary girl challenges me with her wit and visions. Luna… May I fall in love, as if I’d never loved? Never wasted my years.
Notes: I later wrote Challenges Like These, which is set around the same time, as I had come to believe that the little story shown here was worth expanding.
Author:
paulamcgPairing: Remus/Sirius, Remus/Luna
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Remus won’t help me make any money.
Notes: This part in the series of Remus's attempts at a self-portrait is a single sketch. This one surprised me in summer 2007, and I made up my mind and published it only in April 2008. I'm still grateful to my incredible Ishonn for the inspiration and all the good kicks.
Summary: In late 1993 Remus’s deserted landscapes are illuminated by an illusion that he did not grow old.
Read here on AO3
or right here.
12
Professor at Hogwarts! I spend my salary on canvas to depict deserted lands at dusk, fearing a figure will emerge: his.
Mine. In this luxury I can’t believe my life is threatened now – can’t forget we inevitably approach death. Although I hope there’s something beyond for me, I hate to see the signs of how long a way I’ve come.
Smiling to young faces, I become an awkward teenager, embarrassed about my old robes only. This extraordinary girl challenges me with her wit and visions. Luna… May I fall in love, as if I’d never loved? Never wasted my years.
Notes: I later wrote Challenges Like These, which is set around the same time, as I had come to believe that the little story shown here was worth expanding.
