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snapshots from a campground near mystic peak, alberta by eyra
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
16 Jul 2024
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The sun was high and hot and the world had taken on that wonderful film-grain again, the yellows turning golden and the greens turning yellow and everything deep and rich and wonderful, as if they’d all climbed inside Sirius’s old camera and as if they could stay there for as long as they liked, because the world only existed as far as the rocky horizon, and that was plenty big enough for the four of them.
It's a Canadian roadtrip adventure! The perfect summer, apart from the way Remus is doing Sirius's head in, and the way Sirius can't figure out why.
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When the prickle of irritation is just jealousy they are not yours!
[They’d stopped in a town on the second day that Remus had said he wanted to spend the afternoon poking around because he’d read a series of books that was based there, and Sirius had trailed around after him looking at various houses that were allegedly important, and a police station, and a big red truck parked outside the visitor information centre. Remus had wanted a picture with it, and so had given his phone to some poor German tourist before slinging his arm around Sirius’s shoulders in front of the red truck, for some reason, and Sirius had felt his skin prickling for hours after that.] forks mention!!!i
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Unparalleled, Orwell-approved prose - simple, accurate, beautiful, without cliche <3
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(Sirius is meanly pissed at Remus for no reason, James force them to go on a trip and share a room)
“Well, something’s the matter. Isn’t it?”
“Is it?”
“Yes,” he said. Sirius heard a rustling, and thought Remus might have turned over in his sleeping bag to look at him. He could almost feel the heat of him at his side. “You’ve been off with me for ages.”
“No I haven’t,” Sirius lied, dumbly.
“You have. You’ve been really mean, actually.”
“Oh,” said Sirius, and wanted to punch himself. “Sorry.”(Sirius packs an emergency inhaler for Remus)
This wasn’t normal friend stuff at all, and as Remus kissed him, and as Sirius felt a freckled hand run wonderfully through his sleep-tangled hair, he was moved to immediately reevaluate the entirety of the past four months.
Because maybe Remus wasn’t annoying; maybe not one thing about him was annoying, and maybe Sirius’s growing ire at everything he did was less burgeoning hatred and more, in fact, a blossoming, schoolgirlish obsession that he simply hadn’t had a name for until now. Maybe the reason he found the back of Remus’s neck so irritating was because it pained him to see Remus take such poor care of himself when the suncream was right there , in the centre console of the car. Maybe the hm-hms and the wheezing didn’t drive Sirius mad because it was boring; maybe it drove him mad for the same reasons that had him snaffling that inhaler away at school and stowing it in his backpack. Maybe he hadn’t kept Durham a secret from Remus because he hated him, and maybe the reason he wanted to punch James and Peter whenever they disappeared off into the sunset together with their arms slung around one another wasn’t because he felt left behind, but rather because he felt that ought to be him and Remus instead, and how very irritating that it wasn’t.“How did you know?”
Remus made a little questioning noise in the back of his throat.
“That,” Sirius said, nodding vaguely at the narrow distance between them. “How did you know that would work?”
How did you know that was where all that horrible tension was coming from? he thought. How did you know that was why I was being such a rotter? How did you know how obsessed I’ve apparently become with you without me even realising it?
How are you so clever, Remus?
“I didn’t,” Remus shrugged, and gave him another one of those pretty half-smiles. “But I know you. And I figured you were worth the gamble.”James did know. They both knew, apparently, because when Remus and Sirius spilled out of their tent the next morning and sat too-close and too-blissfully side-by-side around the campfire, it was to a short, calculating silence followed by Peter huffing out a great sigh of relief, and a: “Well, thank god for that.”
“For what?” Remus asked tartly around a mouthful of sausages, and James laughed, and Peter said:
“Just don’t pitch your tent anywhere near ours at the next place if you’re going to be…” he waved a hand carelessly, not looking either of them in the eye and instead muttering into his mug something that sounded a lot like: “Copulating.”