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liviapenn
Harry Potter. OotP spoilers
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For a long time they didn't touch. They circled each other neatly, a perfect mirror image of the conversations they weren't having.
The first time was like breaking. His mother screamed all the while and Sirius wished that he could too. He was used to pressing his face into the pillow, hoping James and Peter wouldn't wake.
Remus grunted, little snuffling bursts of sound and pressed his face up beside Sirius'. They looked everywhere but each other, or Sirius' mother.
They swallowed accusations and apologies like bile; the bitter taste of Remus' kiss was different. Everything was different. Everything hurt.
***
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It hurt less the first time. Or maybe it was less of an insult. Righteous anger was easy - locked away, out of sight.
Never out of mind, forgetting him made it too easy to remember him. He would creep back in, dripping rain and tracking mud.
Steam hovers over two cups of thin, bland tea - untouched.
Snape rubs his thumb along his lower lip.
Lupin is still. He absorbs everything, filing it away for later use, even Snape's enmity, mixed prettily with satisfaction.
It will serve, later.
Molly comes in, fusses at the stove. "Eat something, you two."
Neither moves.
***
And then some more forcelli
Smallville.
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Met U was supposed to be about journalism classes together and sharing notes. Chloe would ask all the right questions and Clark would keep her from asking all the wrong ones.
They'd get an apartment in second year and share huge pots of spaghetti over cartoons and dry textbooks. Clark would make his mother's sauce. It's her favourite.
Chloe's the one with the apartment and Clark lives in the dorm. When it rains, like now, the roof leaks and Clark always tries to fix it, instead of calling the handyman.
It's always raining and Clark is never there for dinner.
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***
They got to Grandville before the car broke down.
Beep
Beep. Beep.
Pete is going to beat the high score. He's going to kill every space invader except the one beside him.
Clark bounces to the pop-punk music that's piped into the room and chants. "Go Peeeete. Go Peeeeete."
Beep.
"Please, fool. That's so six years ago."
They forgot to charge their phones. Pete suspects they're both out of minutes anyway.
Beep.
Pete's new high score fills the screen and Clark grins, big and stupid, like nothing else matters.
His dad won't be here for hours.
Maybe nothing else does.
***
liviapennHarry Potter. OotP spoilers
***
For a long time they didn't touch. They circled each other neatly, a perfect mirror image of the conversations they weren't having.
The first time was like breaking. His mother screamed all the while and Sirius wished that he could too. He was used to pressing his face into the pillow, hoping James and Peter wouldn't wake.
Remus grunted, little snuffling bursts of sound and pressed his face up beside Sirius'. They looked everywhere but each other, or Sirius' mother.
They swallowed accusations and apologies like bile; the bitter taste of Remus' kiss was different. Everything was different. Everything hurt.
***
***
It hurt less the first time. Or maybe it was less of an insult. Righteous anger was easy - locked away, out of sight.
Never out of mind, forgetting him made it too easy to remember him. He would creep back in, dripping rain and tracking mud.
Steam hovers over two cups of thin, bland tea - untouched.
Snape rubs his thumb along his lower lip.
Lupin is still. He absorbs everything, filing it away for later use, even Snape's enmity, mixed prettily with satisfaction.
It will serve, later.
Molly comes in, fusses at the stove. "Eat something, you two."
Neither moves.
***
And then some more for
celliSmallville.
***
Met U was supposed to be about journalism classes together and sharing notes. Chloe would ask all the right questions and Clark would keep her from asking all the wrong ones.
They'd get an apartment in second year and share huge pots of spaghetti over cartoons and dry textbooks. Clark would make his mother's sauce. It's her favourite.
Chloe's the one with the apartment and Clark lives in the dorm. When it rains, like now, the roof leaks and Clark always tries to fix it, instead of calling the handyman.
It's always raining and Clark is never there for dinner.
***
***
They got to Grandville before the car broke down.
Beep
Beep. Beep.
Pete is going to beat the high score. He's going to kill every space invader except the one beside him.
Clark bounces to the pop-punk music that's piped into the room and chants. "Go Peeeete. Go Peeeeete."
Beep.
"Please, fool. That's so six years ago."
They forgot to charge their phones. Pete suspects they're both out of minutes anyway.
Beep.
Pete's new high score fills the screen and Clark grins, big and stupid, like nothing else matters.
His dad won't be here for hours.
Maybe nothing else does.
***
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