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Lily and Sirius
I'm a little sad tonight. I don't really have any reason to be, I guess. But I'm mournful. And I believe so much in love right now that I felt the need to write.
Let's play a game, anyone who's out there. I wrote the beginning of a very poignant, unrequited, romantic Lily/Sirius fic. It's under the cut. If you feel like it, if you want to, leave a comment continuing it. I just want to know what happens next from a different perspective.
Thanks.
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The bottle spun round and round, round and round, round and round, round and round, round and round the circle… Quickly at first and then slower, and then slowly, and then it barely shifted, and then it stopped.
It pointed towards a redheaded girl, who put her hands to her cheeks and laughed, her eyes aglow with the brilliance of youth and the passion of scandal. She squirmed a little in her spot on the hardwood floor, looked to the left and to the right, and then looked at the person that had landed on her with a roll of her eyes and an expectant raise of her eyebrows.
She wanted to know where her kiss was.
The boy who had spun the bottle sat, staring at the girl, either half-dead or half-stupefied. The girl opened her full lips, smiling at him brightly, and this was all the boy saw. Those lips drowned out the laughter and the chatter of the other people in the circle. He didn’t hear his friends. He didn’t hear anyone.
The girl next to him, tall and dark-haired, nudged him hard. “Hello! Oy, Sirius Black! Are you alive, you old bore?” she asked with a good-natured grin.
“What?” the boy frowned, shaking himself out of his stupor. She nudged him again.
“You’re supposed to kiss her now,” the girl whispered, nearly conspiratorially.
Sirius blinked and turned his head back towards the laughing redhead, whose green eyes were looking everywhere but him.
With a deeply furrowed brow, he gave a small nod of recognition. He bit his lip and pushed himself up from the floor, walking across the small circle of people. As he knelt before the redheaded girl, the rest of the people went quiet.
“Hello then, Lily,” Sirius said quietly.
She stopped laughing, slowly, as she always did. She quieted herself down, a rose red smile still gracing her lips, and said, “Hello, Sirius.”
Sirius put one of his hands to her face. The smile slowly faded from her face and she swallowed with some difficulty, looking at him inquisitively with her bright green laughing eyes.
“Is this okay?” he whispered, almost inaudibly.
“Yes,” Lily said.
Sirius took a hard look at her and then leaned in, slowly, and placed his lips upon hers.
Lily and Sirius
I'm a little sad tonight. I don't really have any reason to be, I guess. But I'm mournful. And I believe so much in love right now that I felt the need to write.
Let's play a game, anyone who's out there. I wrote the beginning of a very poignant, unrequited, romantic Lily/Sirius fic. It's under the cut. If you feel like it, if you want to, leave a comment continuing it. I just want to know what happens next from a different perspective.
Thanks.
* * *
Untitled
The bottle spun round and round, round and round, round and round, round and round, round and round the circle… Quickly at first and then slower, and then slowly, and then it barely shifted, and then it stopped.
It pointed towards a redheaded girl, who put her hands to her cheeks and laughed, her eyes aglow with the brilliance of youth and the passion of scandal. She squirmed a little in her spot on the hardwood floor, looked to the left and to the right, and then looked at the person that had landed on her with a roll of her eyes and an expectant raise of her eyebrows.
She wanted to know where her kiss was.
The boy who had spun the bottle sat, staring at the girl, either half-dead or half-stupefied. The girl opened her full lips, smiling at him brightly, and this was all the boy saw. Those lips drowned out the laughter and the chatter of the other people in the circle. He didn’t hear his friends. He didn’t hear anyone.
The girl next to him, tall and dark-haired, nudged him hard. “Hello! Oy, Sirius Black! Are you alive, you old bore?” she asked with a good-natured grin.
“What?” the boy frowned, shaking himself out of his stupor. She nudged him again.
“You’re supposed to kiss her now,” the girl whispered, nearly conspiratorially.
Sirius blinked and turned his head back towards the laughing redhead, whose green eyes were looking everywhere but him.
With a deeply furrowed brow, he gave a small nod of recognition. He bit his lip and pushed himself up from the floor, walking across the small circle of people. As he knelt before the redheaded girl, the rest of the people went quiet.
“Hello then, Lily,” Sirius said quietly.
She stopped laughing, slowly, as she always did. She quieted herself down, a rose red smile still gracing her lips, and said, “Hello, Sirius.”
Sirius put one of his hands to her face. The smile slowly faded from her face and she swallowed with some difficulty, looking at him inquisitively with her bright green laughing eyes.
“Is this okay?” he whispered, almost inaudibly.
“Yes,” Lily said.
Sirius took a hard look at her and then leaned in, slowly, and placed his lips upon hers.
