gyzym

Oh, crap. I meant to post this when I posted the other thing. I wrote it last year as part of rs_small_gifts, based on woldy's awesome, awesome prompt. And I meant to post it last year and forgot about it until I went looking for it on my journal yesterday and lo! could not find it.

woldy, if, for whatever reason, you don't want this up here and you're mad that I posted it, I will totally take it down.

Title: These Conversations We Aren't Having
Author:gyzym
Written for:woldy
Rating: PG-13, for language.
Prompt: (I can't bear to mess with the formatting)

"Silence can be a plan
rigorously executed
the blueprint to a life.
It is a presence
it has a history, a form.
Do not confuse it
with any kind of absence.
-Adrienne Rich, from "Dream of a Common Language"

Summary: In which Sirius Black sleeps past four, there is much Indian take-away, and Remus Lupin scowls at moldy peas.
Any other notes, warnings, etc.: Seriously--while there is no fucking in this story, there is a lot of the word "fuck." Consumption (and destruction) of alcoholic beverages also occurs. Be warned. Also (and this warning was not included in the original posting), it does get a bit darker than it is at the beginning.

( And it’s your turn to pay the heat, by the by. )