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I was artsy during the evening, drawing my homework for writing class. It was fun, and even when I messed up completely at anatomy, watercoloring felt nice after so long.

My omniocular fic is finally finished, and it should be up as soon as why_me_why_not sends it back to me. I'm fairly happy with it, actually, especially about the whole Bill/Fleur interaction. Now, a drabble!

EDIT: Since I already have the link: nine electro-pop/rock songs I uploaded for spooy. Let me know if you like them! :) (note: it might take a while to download...)

Title: Meltdown
Rating: PG
Word Count: 295
Author Notes: Written for prompt 24 and 26 from blanketforts, pure fluff. Feedback will be loved!

Firework Series Day: 21 26

Remus tries saying I love you, low and throaty and raw, and only a choked whisper comes out of his lips, words freezing at the below zero temperature in the room, heart pumping too much blood that his brain can handle.

Sirius’ eyes narrow in confusion, trying to make out the muttered words that just won’t reach his ears, the quiet sentence that Remus both wants to rip out of his insides and scream it at rooftops with doves and the world below as witness. Remus trembles, a little, and kisses him to make him forget. The bed is almost warm, and Sirius presses his foot against Remus’ calves, the hole in the sock making the large toe tickle his skin (tickle and stir his damned emotions, heat coiled on his guts).

The treacherous words are still caught on the back of his throat, though, and a spring later (an eternity later), they slip from his mouth without any kind of warning, and when he finally realizes it he’s still wearing the drowsy smile that carries even more weight that the golden laced letters bouncing on air itself, hiding with the green background of the lonely park at five in the morning, echoing in the silence.

Remus wants to be afraid, wants to be concerned, but Sirius has a lock of his brown hair between too red lips, hands twined on the grass (and petals on their faces, the blooming flowers shedding colors like rain); and he can’t seem to get his brain to understand the situation.

So he stares at the sky, and Sirius laughs with dew on his voice and life in his eyes. “Took you long enough,” he says, and when Remus repeats the words they feel like home on his tongue.