Let the Mania begin
Sep. 9th, 2004 11:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thrihyrneSo. I need to be at the Nashville airport packed and ready to go in 48 hours. I was awakened by our
and gotten excited about the trip again. Though I'm still in complete apoplexy about the computer thing. I keep waffling about "I'm worth a $700 laptop- I'll just go buy one this afternoon" and "Good lord, I'm alrady spending so much to go and be a part of the rain in Stornoway for a week, but what am I going to do if I have a huge writing fury and come back with 2 legal pads of scrawl?". Welcome to my brain. You know how vivid my dreamlife is- me while in full-on manic mode is also a bit nightmarish. Last night at 9 o'clock I was at Wal-Mart buying necessities like Aleve and 10 packs of cinnamon chewing gum; at 10 o'clock I was at my office printing things up because the home comp is dying and while I bought a $30 black ink cartridge, the damn printer won't work because the color cartridge (goodness only knows how much that one is) also has to be replaced. Lemme tell you how I am not buying one of those in the next 48 hours.
Which all leads to- new fic! Because what else would I be doing, except writing the next George/Remus story??! I've noticed that with my past few stories (as opposed to when I first started writing, and perhaps that was because the lead character was an OFC and I had only a vague sense of what she looked like) I see the scenes in my head, and it's more like writing a screenplay without all of the camera angles and whatnot. It's much more visual for me- but again, that could be a difference between writing about Rohan and writing about England.
So anyway, this is just the very beginnings, but the title will definitely stick.
“Stop running, Xave!”
The rust-haired boy paid no attention to his father’s admonitions as he rushed past the table.
“Can’t! Maniacal Masked Marauder’ll get me!” he panted as George followed in hot pursuit, a red cape billowing behind him.
“Gotcha!” George yelled as he swooped down on his prey and grabbed Xavier by the waist, then swung him up in the air. The boy screamed in delighted fear as George lowered him in his arms, then dropped to the ground, pulling Xavier with him.
“George!” Percy’s voice, charged with parental worry, carried across to where George was now tickling his nephew mercilessly.
“He won’t break, Perce!” George shouted above the writhing, giggling mass of boy.
“He’s really wonderful with children, isn’t he?” Remus said, the wistful look on his face belying the neutrality of his question.
“I’d sure hope so, given that he and Fred were still acting like children themselves up until, well, you know.” Percy pushed his glasses up his nose and glanced at Remus, who was sitting next to him. “Never thought I’d say this, but you seem to be really good for each other.”
Remus cocked an eyebrow and gave him a ‘well, go on then’ look while licking some icing off of his finger, taken from the top of one of Molly’s pastries. Percy blanched under the scrutiny. “I mean, not that that’s odd, but you’re successful and a published scholar, and then there’s George.”
Remus put the rest of his fingers in his mouth in turn, sucking off more stray sugary fluff. Percy began to backpedal.
“Not that George hasn’t done well financially, of course, but he and Fred were already doing that after school, and I just can’t fathom what you see in-”
“In a sexy entrepreneur who also teaches one of Hogwarts’s most popular electives?”
Percy gulped.
“Oy!” George was striding toward the table, Xavier clasped under one arm, the boy’s face red from laughing. “Stop flirting with my brother.”
“What?!” Percy exclaimed, a blush beginning in his cheeks. “He’s most certainly not-”
“Remus, you know better than to do things like that, thinking I’m not watching.”
Percy’s gaze moved quickly from George to Remus and back, staring as George plopped his nephew on the ground, then trailed his index and middle fingers through a glop of icing and waved them in front of Remus’s mouth.
“Care to suck a little more?” he asked, wriggling the fingers right in front of Remus’s lips.
Percy began to look nauseated. “I think Xavier and I are going to go talk to Hermione,” he said all in a rush. He got up from the picnic table, took his son by the hand, and walked quickly to another part of the yard, pulling the boy behind him.
“You’re cruel,” Remus said around a mouthful of George’s fingers and icing, swiping his tongue between the sweetened digits.
“He deserves it,” George replied maliciously, leaning toward Remus. “Needs to get used to us.”
Remus kissed the pads of George’s sticky fingers then sat back a bit, looking up at George. “You’re in black again.”
George took the back of his unlicked hand and wiped a stray tear of sweat from his eyebrow, regarding his clothes. “So I am.” Remus patted the seat next to him and George straddled the bench. “Is that supposed to mean something?” he went on, sitting so his right knee was next to his partner’s.
George found his hand held in Remus’s, and after a furtive glance around the yard- Charlie talking to Dad and Mum, Percy regaling Hermione about something, Ron throwing an enchanted miniature broom with Xavier- pulled the long fingers and placed them provocatively on his crotch. “Nice day for a shag, don’t you think?” He rubbed against Remus’s hand, eliciting a husky sigh from the older man.
“Yes. Very nice,” Remus replied, running his thumb up the slight hardness in George’s trousers. “But there’s other things to tend to first. Let’s go.” He removed his hand and affectionately stroked the red hair of George’s goatee with the back of his fingers. “I’m almost used to this,” he said, a smile flitting across his mouth.
“I’ve had it for over a year!” George huffed, indignant.
Remus chuckled, scooting away from the table to stand up and brush stray crumbs of cake off of his vest.
“If you didn’t like it, you should’ve said something before now.” George pulled a nearby plate to him, then picked up a fork in his left hand and began making a pattern across the neglected slab of congealed salad, quivering in the mid-afternoon sunlight.
“I do like it. The way it scratches…” Remus let his voice trail off as he tugged gently on George’s shoulder. “It’s very erotic. Bit surprising, actually.”
George grinned and abandoned his burgeoning food art.
“Let’s go give our regards to your family.”
Now, to reassure you, my angst-friendly readers, this scene of relative domestic tranquility is fleeting as the next bit takes place in the Hogwarts-grounds graveyard (which featured in "All Men Make Faults" when Draco made his successful move on George). It will only get darker from there. ;)
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Date: 2004-09-09 06:24 pm (UTC)///This weather update was brought to you by Lipstickcat, in association with "Cowboys R Us", for all you cattle wrangling needs..../// *insert jingle*
Oooh... weather update!
Date: 2004-09-09 07:50 pm (UTC)Thanks so much. I hadn't even thought to pack anything that wasn't long-sleeved, but I'm so cold-natured that I still may not. Well, it'll be hot as blazes here...
How fun that I'll be geographically closer to many of my fanfic friends!
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Date: 2004-09-09 08:27 pm (UTC)(still envious)
Storming!
Date: 2004-09-10 04:43 am (UTC)(thanks again for the book!! I'll be devouring it while on holiday)
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Date: 2004-09-10 01:29 am (UTC)loved the picnic, your description of uncle and nephew is absolutley lovely and the bit between percy and remus is lovely too.
and you are every bit worth a $700 computer and more, but they are heavy to lug around (says the girl who will go almost nowhere without her computer).
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Date: 2004-09-10 04:51 am (UTC)Glad you liked that. I can just see Percy still being relatively uptight (as his oh-so-brief cameo in "Cartography" indicates, author amuses herself with these circular references) and George taking Remus [jokingly] to task.
Angst following shortly.
But now you've got me all befuddled, thinking about h/d. But I just can't think of a scenario. Is there something you had in mind for me to work with? I was mowing the front yard today and thinking about this new G/R story but also that well-written h/d AU rec (the first one, the non-circe one) and I need to comment to her; her imagery really was evocative and drool-worthy from someone who is in constant bondage to her image!muse. Anyway, I was thinking about what to write for you in regards of h/d and you must not be surprised that whatever it is, it will be from Draco's POV. Being in Snape's head doesn't scare me one bit, but Harry's does. He's just too young. Older, bitter, feeling like a pawn in the system... not a problem. *wink*
(oh- and I got a review for "Addict" on skyehawke from somebody who isn't one of my friends! I was ecstatic!!)
I think I'm going to buy the bloody $700 computer. I looked at my finances. I have the money. I'm hoping the put the comp, if I get it, in my suitcase, sheltered by my knitting. I can take my knitting on the plane to England, but on the British Airways bit from London to Edinburgh, it isn't allowed, but my bags will be checked through to E'burgh already. *sigh* So no knitting for me. It's Shrek II. And wine. :P Because I can't sleep unless it's Qantas or Air New Zealand.
More soon!!
(((massive hugs)))
p.s. they probably aren't as heavy if the person lugging them around weighs over 90 pounds. Not a problem for me.
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Date: 2004-09-10 12:01 pm (UTC)[*happy dance for addict review*]
h/d - interestingly, most angsty h/d has harry as the older, bitter, feeling like a pawn in the system guy. he has after all had a sodding time of it. orphan, abusive relatives, cryptic headmaster, pawn in the death of meglomaniac hilter-like murdering powerful wizard.
i've read quite a lot of h/d where harry is broken by the war in some way (magic gone, magic evil, everyone dead, memory gone, refusing to deal, immense guilt, etc). some where draco is broken by the war in similar ways.
anyway, i was figuring either a war ficlet (with the war being more war than i imagine jkr will give us, one that goes past the 7th yr), or a postwar ficlet. and no, i didn't have an exact thought about the circumstances, i was kind of curious to see what circumstances you'd find. lots of h/d is as angsty as r/s, and the authors have created a variety of scenerios as to why.....
no comp, no worries
Date: 2004-09-10 06:11 pm (UTC)I talked to another friend this morning (who, of all things, is *also* flying to England tomorrow, but sadly at an earlier time, and we won't get to cross paths) and he suggested that since I'm trying to get away, rather than buy something on the spur of the moment that isn't really what I'll need, I should just take my flash drive that has all of my stories on it, add Word and notepad, and be done with it. There's an internet cafe there where I can get my fix, and then when I get back I can get serious about looking into a computer and what it is that I'll be using it for over the next several years.
Ack- just realized that I hadn't commented on the first h/d story and haven't read the second, nor the Draco-is-a-Gryffindor story. Maybe this evening. I have finally started packing, but during my lunch hour I need to go run errands instead of reading fic, which I did yesterday. *g*
Re: no comp, no worries
Date: 2004-09-10 11:57 pm (UTC)have a fabulous trip -i love to fly.....
have one more rec for you that is nominally h/d, but not really...you might have read it before because i think i got it off geoviki. the reader (http://glassesreflect.net/hd/thereader.html) by aja. i think you'd like....
You know me too well!
Date: 2004-09-11 02:46 am (UTC)And now, thanks to you, and my other muses, I shan't worry about what to do whilst flying- it'll be nothing but writingwritingwriting!!
Expect to hear from me via snail mail while I'm o'seas. Am finally feeling at peace with this whole enterprise, though I'm overpacking as is my wont. But it makes sense to pack a backpack, don't you think? Especially if I'll be doing a lot of walking and may be inspired to write, or take pictures?!
I'll make it all fit into my one vintage bright orange Samsonite hardcase suitcase. I'm only going to be gone for a week. And I'm not going to try and resolve my life's issues during that time.
I'm adventuring.
XOXOX
Love you, dear l.
-K