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glass_icarus) wrote2009-08-05 07:43 pm
glass_icarus) wrote2009-08-05 07:43 pm
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dogdays is back! &hearts
title: summer haze
rating: g
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dogdaysofsummer, prompt day 5. i'm terribly out of practice; sorry! :S
Remus toes off his shoes, exhausted. The air in their flat is surprisingly hot, soft with moisture; so much for the air conditioning, Remus thinks. (Sirius and Muggle technology do not mix well, more often than not.)
Rubbing his eyes, he wanders into the kitchen. The ancient refrigerator hums low, comforting, its magnets arranged in constellations: Sagittarius and Lyra, for August.
"S'hot."
Remus peers around it, discovering Sirius curled up on the floor. "That'll teach you not to mess with the air conditioning," he says mildly.
Sirius blinks up at him pitifully. "Prongs's fault."
Remus covers his face with his hands. "I don't even want to know."
"Moooooony." Sirius pouts, fingers knotting in the hem of Remus's trousers. Sighing, Remus sits, pulling his wand out of his pocket.
"Forget your Cooling Charms, Padfoot?"
"Yours're better," Sirius mumbles, leaning against his shoulder. Remus's sudden shiver has nothing to do with the charm, and everything to do with the sweaty nose nudging insistently against his neck.
rating: g
summary: for
dogdaysofsummer, prompt day 5. i'm terribly out of practice; sorry! :SRemus toes off his shoes, exhausted. The air in their flat is surprisingly hot, soft with moisture; so much for the air conditioning, Remus thinks. (Sirius and Muggle technology do not mix well, more often than not.)
Rubbing his eyes, he wanders into the kitchen. The ancient refrigerator hums low, comforting, its magnets arranged in constellations: Sagittarius and Lyra, for August.
"S'hot."
Remus peers around it, discovering Sirius curled up on the floor. "That'll teach you not to mess with the air conditioning," he says mildly.
Sirius blinks up at him pitifully. "Prongs's fault."
Remus covers his face with his hands. "I don't even want to know."
"Moooooony." Sirius pouts, fingers knotting in the hem of Remus's trousers. Sighing, Remus sits, pulling his wand out of his pocket.
"Forget your Cooling Charms, Padfoot?"
"Yours're better," Sirius mumbles, leaning against his shoulder. Remus's sudden shiver has nothing to do with the charm, and everything to do with the sweaty nose nudging insistently against his neck.
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