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The Roar of Pebbles (RL/SS, 3 and 4 of 4)
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Title: The Roar of Pebbles (3 and 4/4)
Words: 100 each
Pairing: RL/SS
Rating: G
Note: A quartet inspired by "Sea of Faith," "The Dover Bitch," "Dover Beach," and Chelle's flufflet forstasia. :-)
Parts 1 and 2
III.
"It's a stupid poem," Severus said. "You can't see the lights of France from here."
"He had to compromise," Remus answered. "Dover is more atmospheric than Brighton."
"Give me London any day," Severus grumbled. "Or Paris. What your ex was thinking--"
Remus said, "You know full well Tonks and Kjellfrid planned this for themselves. It was sweet of them to insist we take their holiday--"
"The better to throw us into harness once we return." Severus savagely kicked a flurry of stones seaward.
"Of course," Remus retorted. "As if you would even dream of sitting out this war."
IV.
Remus hadn't expected to survive the Second War, so he was astonished to find himself working for the Ministry during the Third. As he sifted through reports and pored over ciphers, he forced himself not to check the timepiece on his desk: the hands for Tonks, Kjellfrid, and Severus wouldn't be moving away from Deep In Enemy Territory anytime soon.
Remus sighed. It had been Severus's idea to disguise the clock as a grey stone paperweight.
"I thought you detested Dover," Remus had blurted.
"The night air was sweet," Severus had finally said, his voice as soft as a featherpuff.
pixychelle!Title: The Roar of Pebbles (3 and 4/4)
Words: 100 each
Pairing: RL/SS
Rating: G
Note: A quartet inspired by "Sea of Faith," "The Dover Bitch," "Dover Beach," and Chelle's flufflet for
stasia. :-)Parts 1 and 2
III.
"It's a stupid poem," Severus said. "You can't see the lights of France from here."
"He had to compromise," Remus answered. "Dover is more atmospheric than Brighton."
"Give me London any day," Severus grumbled. "Or Paris. What your ex was thinking--"
Remus said, "You know full well Tonks and Kjellfrid planned this for themselves. It was sweet of them to insist we take their holiday--"
"The better to throw us into harness once we return." Severus savagely kicked a flurry of stones seaward.
"Of course," Remus retorted. "As if you would even dream of sitting out this war."
IV.
Remus hadn't expected to survive the Second War, so he was astonished to find himself working for the Ministry during the Third. As he sifted through reports and pored over ciphers, he forced himself not to check the timepiece on his desk: the hands for Tonks, Kjellfrid, and Severus wouldn't be moving away from Deep In Enemy Territory anytime soon.
Remus sighed. It had been Severus's idea to disguise the clock as a grey stone paperweight.
"I thought you detested Dover," Remus had blurted.
"The night air was sweet," Severus had finally said, his voice as soft as a featherpuff.
