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Oct. 18th, 2005 12:18 amI have been asked on more than one occasion, by more than one person, what I see in fanfiction and/or the Remus/Sirius ship.
Consider that I am a sap, a hopeless romantic, a writer myself and therefore appreciative of good writing, and lonely.
Then read this:
"Sirius is snoring, right in the middle of Remus’ bed, with one foot dangling over the edge of the mattress and his hair in his eyes. He’s wearing Remus’ clothes – pajamas, a shirt, two sweaters and a scarf – and he’s gripping the latter with both of his hands.
Remus pads across the room and stares, perplexed. Sirius is drooling and the noises he’s making would scare small children, but for some reason this makes Remus want to kiss him hard. He doesn’t know what earned him a Sirius in his bed, but bets there’s some shadow lurking in the other boy’s dreams.
Remus fumbles until his hand closes over Sirius’, and holds on tight against the pain he still feels. The swap is comfort for comfort, and he’d rather be anchored by touch right now than sleep in the the widest bed in the world."
Now pretend that they're not Remus and Sirius. Substitute any couple you want into there. Boys, girls, some combination of the two, whatever floats your firetruck.
Then tell me that's not the sweetest thing you've ever read. I defy anyone to tell me that there isn't someone, or you wish there was someone who you'd want to kiss even though he/she snores.
Or tell me I'm just a sap. But I admitted that already.
Consider that I am a sap, a hopeless romantic, a writer myself and therefore appreciative of good writing, and lonely.
Then read this:
"Sirius is snoring, right in the middle of Remus’ bed, with one foot dangling over the edge of the mattress and his hair in his eyes. He’s wearing Remus’ clothes – pajamas, a shirt, two sweaters and a scarf – and he’s gripping the latter with both of his hands.
Remus pads across the room and stares, perplexed. Sirius is drooling and the noises he’s making would scare small children, but for some reason this makes Remus want to kiss him hard. He doesn’t know what earned him a Sirius in his bed, but bets there’s some shadow lurking in the other boy’s dreams.
Remus fumbles until his hand closes over Sirius’, and holds on tight against the pain he still feels. The swap is comfort for comfort, and he’d rather be anchored by touch right now than sleep in the the widest bed in the world."
Now pretend that they're not Remus and Sirius. Substitute any couple you want into there. Boys, girls, some combination of the two, whatever floats your firetruck.
Then tell me that's not the sweetest thing you've ever read. I defy anyone to tell me that there isn't someone, or you wish there was someone who you'd want to kiss even though he/she snores.
Or tell me I'm just a sap. But I admitted that already.
