Drabble Night, March 19, 2004
Mar. 19th, 2004 10:13 pmThe theme: Three Little Words. Could be directly incorporated into the drabble, or just as inspiration.
I was dismayed to find that I'd made some unnecessary duplications in trying to get all the words/ideas into the drabbles, at least once, but I keep reminding myself that it's "Fifteen minutes and NO BETAS" on these things. Meh.
Plaintive, Luminary, Susurrus -- Remus/Sirius (challenge by
cluegirl)
The nights are hell.
Remus knows what hell is now: Hell is not Sartre's other people; it is not even the absence of people. Hell is not brimstone or flame or nice geometrical divisions of sins and punishments.
Hell is dusk, when the candles in the parlor are poor luminaries to replace the comfort sunlight brings during the day. Hell is evening, when every susurrus of the old house is the voice of a ghost pleading to be heard, and gone the next moment. Hell is night, when there are no barriers between oneself and one's thoughts, and might-have-beens and should-have-dones and never-will-be-agains.
"I didn't get to tell him good-bye," Remus says plaintively to the quiet air.
There is no one to hear, and no one to witness him weeping.
Ornamental, taste, windowpane - Harry/Ron (challenge by isolde)
"Ginny had fun," said Ron.
"I think so." Harry was uncharacteristically hanging his robes up instead of tossing them on the floor, but then, these were formal and rented. "At least a dozen older witches told me how good we looked together."
Ron's reply came around a mouthful of toothpaste, but Harry understood it anyway: "You jus' go' a thing for re'heads."
"You're sure she didn't mind?" Harry asked for the thousandth time. "Being...you know...window-dressing?"
"Don' be--" *spit*--"daft. She's happy to do us favors. And she likes dressing up."
"I suppose..."
"Besides," added Ron. "she's still my little sister. I can put a toad in her bed if she refuses. D'you want to open that window; it's stuffy in here."
Nighttime rituals nearly completed, the two climbed into bed.
And, too tired for anything more that night, shared the last one:
"'Night, Harry." Kiss.
"'Night, you sexy redhead."
Draco/Ron, forgiveness, accident, delicate (challenge by
goseaward)
"I've come to beg your forgiveness," said Draco.
"Why?" said Ron.
"Because it was an accident."
"No, I mean, why should I forgive you?"
Draco thought. "Because it was an accident," he repeated, stressing the first word just a bit differently.
"Ah."
"And I have very delicate feelings. So you should forgive me before I go and throw myself off the astronomy tower."
"Draco--" Ron shifted in the infirmary bed. "--it is very hard to cast a furnunculus charm onto someone's bum by accident."
"I know. Very, very hard. I had to practice for weeks before I could manage it accidentally. Am I forgiven yet?"
"Jesus. You know--"
"Right. Astronomy Tower. Tell my father I never loved him." He turned to go.
Ron caught Draco's sleeve. "Git. Give me a kiss. And don't mess up my pillows. It still hurts to sit."
Limpid, Apotheosis, Surcease -- Snape/Harry (challenge by
cluegirl)
And so it has come to this.
Two days ago, Potter reached a hand out for his, and used what was surely his last conscious act to curl his fingers about Snape's.
Snape has not moved his hand in those two days. None have tried to make him do so.
He sees the remainder of his own days stretching out before him: untroubled, limpid. No one to disturb their neat order. No one to make a beloved nuisance of himself within that calendar.
No boy less than half his age climbing in and out of his bed, his rooms, his life.
Such a hideous apotheosis is not to be borne.
He watches Potter's chest rise and fall in breaths that come with ever more space between them.
Snape waits, not for death, it seems, but mere...surcease.
For both of them.
I was dismayed to find that I'd made some unnecessary duplications in trying to get all the words/ideas into the drabbles, at least once, but I keep reminding myself that it's "Fifteen minutes and NO BETAS" on these things. Meh.
Plaintive, Luminary, Susurrus -- Remus/Sirius (challenge by
The nights are hell.
Remus knows what hell is now: Hell is not Sartre's other people; it is not even the absence of people. Hell is not brimstone or flame or nice geometrical divisions of sins and punishments.
Hell is dusk, when the candles in the parlor are poor luminaries to replace the comfort sunlight brings during the day. Hell is evening, when every susurrus of the old house is the voice of a ghost pleading to be heard, and gone the next moment. Hell is night, when there are no barriers between oneself and one's thoughts, and might-have-beens and should-have-dones and never-will-be-agains.
"I didn't get to tell him good-bye," Remus says plaintively to the quiet air.
There is no one to hear, and no one to witness him weeping.
Ornamental, taste, windowpane - Harry/Ron (challenge by isolde)
"Ginny had fun," said Ron.
"I think so." Harry was uncharacteristically hanging his robes up instead of tossing them on the floor, but then, these were formal and rented. "At least a dozen older witches told me how good we looked together."
Ron's reply came around a mouthful of toothpaste, but Harry understood it anyway: "You jus' go' a thing for re'heads."
"You're sure she didn't mind?" Harry asked for the thousandth time. "Being...you know...window-dressing?"
"Don' be--" *spit*--"daft. She's happy to do us favors. And she likes dressing up."
"I suppose..."
"Besides," added Ron. "she's still my little sister. I can put a toad in her bed if she refuses. D'you want to open that window; it's stuffy in here."
Nighttime rituals nearly completed, the two climbed into bed.
And, too tired for anything more that night, shared the last one:
"'Night, Harry." Kiss.
"'Night, you sexy redhead."
Draco/Ron, forgiveness, accident, delicate (challenge by
"I've come to beg your forgiveness," said Draco.
"Why?" said Ron.
"Because it was an accident."
"No, I mean, why should I forgive you?"
Draco thought. "Because it was an accident," he repeated, stressing the first word just a bit differently.
"Ah."
"And I have very delicate feelings. So you should forgive me before I go and throw myself off the astronomy tower."
"Draco--" Ron shifted in the infirmary bed. "--it is very hard to cast a furnunculus charm onto someone's bum by accident."
"I know. Very, very hard. I had to practice for weeks before I could manage it accidentally. Am I forgiven yet?"
"Jesus. You know--"
"Right. Astronomy Tower. Tell my father I never loved him." He turned to go.
Ron caught Draco's sleeve. "Git. Give me a kiss. And don't mess up my pillows. It still hurts to sit."
Limpid, Apotheosis, Surcease -- Snape/Harry (challenge by
And so it has come to this.
Two days ago, Potter reached a hand out for his, and used what was surely his last conscious act to curl his fingers about Snape's.
Snape has not moved his hand in those two days. None have tried to make him do so.
He sees the remainder of his own days stretching out before him: untroubled, limpid. No one to disturb their neat order. No one to make a beloved nuisance of himself within that calendar.
No boy less than half his age climbing in and out of his bed, his rooms, his life.
Such a hideous apotheosis is not to be borne.
He watches Potter's chest rise and fall in breaths that come with ever more space between them.
Snape waits, not for death, it seems, but mere...surcease.
For both of them.
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Date: 2004-03-19 08:16 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2004-03-19 08:22 pm (UTC)Seriously. The Snarry one killed me. And poor Remus... I wish someone had been there to huggle him. He so needs a shoulder to wipe his nose on.
What happened to the smut???
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Date: 2004-03-19 08:24 pm (UTC)I loved the Draco/Ron, and the Harry/Ron- great fun, and love the touches of established humor in both. Great job!
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Date: 2004-03-19 08:27 pm (UTC)Such a hideous apotheosis is not to be borne.
The Apotheosis Of The Amanuensis!!!
Yeah, ok, it's angst, but I just can't see that word without thinking of, um. I wish I could remember where I knew this from. It's a book title. I don't think it's an actual book, though.
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Date: 2004-03-19 08:39 pm (UTC)Also, I adore the Draco/Ron. And the Harry/Ron. *has strange Ron fixation* But the mangst is ghod.
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Date: 2004-03-19 09:08 pm (UTC)And the Ron/Draco is like an AU of the one from last week in which Draco is only playfully malicious instead of just plain evil. The insincerity of his apology was just perfect.
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Date: 2004-03-19 10:04 pm (UTC)Right. I'm going to go watch a Johnny Depp movie. That'll make me feel better.
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Date: 2004-03-19 10:45 pm (UTC)Harry/Ron and Draco/Ron were great snapshots of two very different relationships and the types of specialized difficulties each entails -- of course romance between Draco and Ron would involve playful (and painful) battles.
And the Snape/Harry? It doesn't vent sorrow, it suppresses it, which is exactly how Snape would approach mourning. And this opening image... whew: Two days ago, Potter reached a hand out for his, and used what was surely his last conscious act to curl his fingers about Snape's.
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Date: 2004-03-19 11:39 pm (UTC)Loved the drabbles. ^_^
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Date: 2004-03-20 01:39 am (UTC)I love these, as usual. The only thing unusual is that I'm completely unable to choose a favorite. Each one is beautiful in its own way, with a brilliant economy of words into emotion. Thank you for sharing. :)
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Date: 2004-03-20 01:55 am (UTC)*sniff*
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Date: 2004-03-20 03:03 am (UTC)I admire your ability to write powerfully while remaining concise. That's the challenge of drabbles—to tell an entire story in such a short space—and yet you never seem to falter. You're really a very talented short-story author; you know that, right?
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Date: 2004-03-20 04:17 am (UTC)*g*
good ones!
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Date: 2004-03-20 06:24 am (UTC)Note to self: Do not read fics of any sort when you are running on no sleep.
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Date: 2004-03-20 07:07 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2004-03-20 11:11 am (UTC)Also loved the Ron/Harry one! That's always good too.
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Date: 2004-03-20 01:42 pm (UTC)The Remus/Sirius - .....waaaaaaaaaah. waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. I don't miss Sirius. I just don't. *flees teh Ammeh Arrows bahahah* But Remus...wah, I love him, wah. *sniffles* Evil, sad drabble. *pouts to the extreme*
Harry/Ron - Well, that was an interesting way to write a drabble without accomodating the three words you were supposed to accomodate. *giggles and point at you* Silly, silly b00. Ron is also very silly. YOu know, this drabble is almost incestous in its brotherly-and-yet-not-brotherly love in it. Did I mention I don't like Harry/Ron (so stop making me like that either it's bad enough mimbi wrote Snarry Mpreg in my journal)?
Draco/Ron - Wheeeeee! Now that's what I like most about you! The silly, childish, loving humor with the smut that always somehow slips in. When you write in your lighter style, you can make me read just about every pairing you feel like writing (although my limit stretches at Dumbledore/Flitwick ick ick). :D
Snape/Harry - O_O Don't tell me Snape's just poisoned Harry because he was too erratic. I will just have to skin him alive if that's true. O_O
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Date: 2004-03-20 02:10 pm (UTC)#1 and #4 sledgehammered my heart, but that's nothing new in the world of Amanuensis drabbles. Wah.
Hooray for Harry/Ron, I say! And a goofy grin @ Ron/Draco! <3
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Date: 2004-03-20 05:26 pm (UTC)<3 Loved them all.
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Date: 2004-03-20 06:58 pm (UTC)The last one was especially nice as well.
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