Elementary
some observations on the segregation of the queen by
siria
There were no new photographs on the wall of her parents' living room because there were no more straight lines in Joan's life. There were days when Joan was terrified of that—scared by the fact that it was hard to look back over the last two years and see how she'd gotten here from there in large part because there seemed to be no difference between the two points. Some days she found it comforting, how she could mark off the weeks only by the cycle of Mondays through Sundays, not by this prestigious fellowship or that foreign trip or by the addition of a new publication to her CV. Sharp look at Joan and how she got where she is now.
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Harry Potter
i see a darkness by
jiggeypokery
"I don't know what that means," he said, again to the flagstones. "To you or me. I don't know whether you'd want me to be that much a part of your life again or not, and frankly I've been too much of a coward to ask. I don't even know..." He trailed off, sighed, and looked into Remus's eyes again. God, Sirius's eyes. "I don't expect anything from you, not at this stage. But there it is."
Remus took a long, slow breath, and let it out again. He waited until he was sure Sirius was done speaking, and then said, "I love you," which was not what he'd expected to say, but it seemed appropriate to the situation once he'd said it. "I always have. I never stopped."
Sirius's hand had gotten pressed across his eyes somewhere in the last three sentences, and he looked wearier than ever. "I'm sorry," he said, with something not entirely unlike a laugh in the middle. Remus and Sirius, during the last year of the first war and then during OotP. Oh my heart. *sobs*
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some observations on the segregation of the queen by
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There were no new photographs on the wall of her parents' living room because there were no more straight lines in Joan's life. There were days when Joan was terrified of that—scared by the fact that it was hard to look back over the last two years and see how she'd gotten here from there in large part because there seemed to be no difference between the two points. Some days she found it comforting, how she could mark off the weeks only by the cycle of Mondays through Sundays, not by this prestigious fellowship or that foreign trip or by the addition of a new publication to her CV. Sharp look at Joan and how she got where she is now.
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Harry Potter
i see a darkness by
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"I don't know what that means," he said, again to the flagstones. "To you or me. I don't know whether you'd want me to be that much a part of your life again or not, and frankly I've been too much of a coward to ask. I don't even know..." He trailed off, sighed, and looked into Remus's eyes again. God, Sirius's eyes. "I don't expect anything from you, not at this stage. But there it is."
Remus took a long, slow breath, and let it out again. He waited until he was sure Sirius was done speaking, and then said, "I love you," which was not what he'd expected to say, but it seemed appropriate to the situation once he'd said it. "I always have. I never stopped."
Sirius's hand had gotten pressed across his eyes somewhere in the last three sentences, and he looked wearier than ever. "I'm sorry," he said, with something not entirely unlike a laugh in the middle. Remus and Sirius, during the last year of the first war and then during OotP. Oh my heart. *sobs*
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