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paulamcgThe seventh and last Sunshine prompt, Zephyrus made me look for fics set in spring. I've written one which includes some literally flowery descriptions of details in nature, and this story is also a sweet portrayal of my Remus and Sirius in the springtime of life, both of them vulnerable but hopeful.
If Not Brothers
There are two alternating first-person voices and 7780 words. In the opening scene you'd meet the other two Marauders, too, and learn something about my takes on the Animagus and the map projects, but in case it's all too much, you can just look at some wonders of spring from each perspective in a short excerpt
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there are new miracles underway among my dearest, Marauder friends. And I want to believe that the wonder of Sirius and me can be consummated unlike anything before for either of us.
Yes, it can – the new wonders of spring promise: the birches bursting into radiant leaf, the rowans soft silvery green, and among dark, glossy leaves at my feet, the lucent yellow stars of celandines.
Remus has started teaching me to see the world like a painting I can breathe – and step into and roam, listening, smelling, even tasting the air, and touching… Near the water’s edge, and the forest’s, I finally remember his lessons and slow down, and reach my hand to brush the branches of a young rowan.
Yes, I recognise the tree even without its berries now. The pale, swelling buds he showed me on our previous outing, on the early morning before the full moon – yes, a week ago – have burst open, and leaves have unfurled: soft, almost furry, with every leaflet – thirteen, I count – perfect miniature versions of those we once watched turn the colour of blood.
I caress a leaf with a fingertip, as cautiously as I stroked his skin at the very first time. I am learning; it is possible for me to get used to touching someone, even though I can hardly bear anyone touching me.
If Not Brothers
There are two alternating first-person voices and 7780 words. In the opening scene you'd meet the other two Marauders, too, and learn something about my takes on the Animagus and the map projects, but in case it's all too much, you can just look at some wonders of spring from each perspective in a short excerpt
.
there are new miracles underway among my dearest, Marauder friends. And I want to believe that the wonder of Sirius and me can be consummated unlike anything before for either of us.
Yes, it can – the new wonders of spring promise: the birches bursting into radiant leaf, the rowans soft silvery green, and among dark, glossy leaves at my feet, the lucent yellow stars of celandines.
Remus has started teaching me to see the world like a painting I can breathe – and step into and roam, listening, smelling, even tasting the air, and touching… Near the water’s edge, and the forest’s, I finally remember his lessons and slow down, and reach my hand to brush the branches of a young rowan.
Yes, I recognise the tree even without its berries now. The pale, swelling buds he showed me on our previous outing, on the early morning before the full moon – yes, a week ago – have burst open, and leaves have unfurled: soft, almost furry, with every leaflet – thirteen, I count – perfect miniature versions of those we once watched turn the colour of blood.
I caress a leaf with a fingertip, as cautiously as I stroked his skin at the very first time. I am learning; it is possible for me to get used to touching someone, even though I can hardly bear anyone touching me.
