Title: Hyacinth
Author: glass_icarus
Word count: 469
Rating: PG
Summary: For blanketforts, day 27 prompt: "permafrost." Continues from day 28.

( Sirius wonders if a star exists, when no one is there to look at it. )

"Now is the winter of our discontent."
~ Richard III, William Shakespeare

Title: lonely hours long and weary
Author: glass_icarus
Word count: 164
Rating: PG
Summary: For blanketforts prompt day 28, above. Post-prank pups.

( This is what it is like, to be hungry. )

After a full year
of gazing out, one morning
I open my door --
to a thin snowfall, frozen --
the far edge of loneliness.

hitotose o / nagametsukuseru / asatoide ni / usuyuki kooru / sabihisa no hate

-- Fujiwara no Teika (1162-1241), 'Winter Morning'

Title: Arrivals
Author: glass_icarus
Rating: PG?
Word count: 407
Summary: For blanketforts, prompt day 30. Not in order, for the record, but I promised I'd finish it all, even if horrendously late.

( The draft from the open window ghosts across his skin, carrying with it the crisp white smell of fresh snow and a whiff of dirty canine. )

Title: and it's you are whatever the moon has always meant
Author: glass_icarus
Rating: PG
Word count: 381
Summary: For blanketforts, prompt day 31st & last. Unabashed PWP, because I said so. :P

( and whatever a sun will always sing is you )

lastly, LOVE to mods & fellow blanketfort-builders. i've got a few more prompts to catch up (which means maybe one or two more fics?) & then i'll reemerge... this summer? sigh. sometimes i wish i could just comm all year. =\ &hearts to all. it's been a great month.

I’m trying not to be so antisocial
Truth be told, I’m not entirely hopeful
I’ve woken up on one too many floors
But my favourite was yours

~ There Is A Boy That Never Goes Out / The Lucksmiths

Title: Lento
Author: glass_icarus
Rating: PG
Word count: 386
Summary: For blanketforts, prompts 24 and 25, above.

( Sirius wakes up to sunlight streaming across the hardwood floor, and a cold draft blowing through the hole in his sock. )

Say even that this complete simplicity
Stripped on of all one's torments, concealed
The evilly compounded, vital I
And made it fresh in a world of white,
A world of clear water, brilliant-edged,
Still one would want more, one would need more,
More than a world of white and snowy scents.

- The Poems of Our Climate, Wallace Stevens

Title: Making Time
Author: glass_icarus
Rating: PG
Word count: 822
Summary: For blanketforts, prompts 22 ("sausages") and 23, above.

( Instead, moving in leaves Remus with less of Sirius than he has had in the six summers in between their Hogwarts years. )

Freeze, freeze thou bitter sky,
That does not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As a friend remembered not.
-William Shakespeare

Title: Rememory
Author: glass_icarus
Rating: PG
Word count: 496
Summary: For blanketforts, prompts days 20 and 21 (above). Lying low at Lupin's period.
( It is an old photograph, edges wrinkled and creased, lately excavated from the recesses of his desk. )

(sleep wake hope and then) they
said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember. . .

~ anyone lives in a pretty how town / e. e. cummings

Title: Adagio
Author: glass_icarus
Rating: PG
Word count: 698
Summary: For blanketforts prompt, day 19. Post-prank pups, in case this is confusing.

( Remus has forgotten to close the curtains, for once, and the pale light makes him look as cold and distant as Sirius' star. )

Title: Snow Angels, or This, Our Life Electric
Author: glass_icarus
Rating: G
Word count: 228
Summary: For blanketforts, prompt day 18.

( Remus lies on his back in the snow, sweeping his arms and legs idly. )

Title: Tuesday's Child
Author: glass_icarus
Rating: PG
Word count: 965
Summary: For blanketforts prompt, day 17: "snowed in." Post-Hogwarts pups.

( Monday’s child is fair of face, Tuesday’s child is full of grace, Wednesday’s child is full of woe, Thursday’s child has far to go, Friday’s child is loving and giving, Saturday’s child works hard for a living, And the child that is born on the Sabbath day Is bonny and blithe and good and gay. )

gahh. the rest of this month = school starting tomorrow, and me scrambling to keep up with everything. including this.

Title: Fingerprints and Broken Heating
Author: glass_icarus
Rating: PG
Word count: 570
Summary: For blanketforts prompts, day 15 ("frost on the windowpanes") and 16.

( Remus wonders whatever possessed him to believe that he could survive even two weeks alone with Sirius in this terrible flat. )

"When you have once seen the glow of happiness on the face of a beloved person, you know that a man can have no vocation but to awaken that light on the faces surrounding him. In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer."
-Albert Camus

Title: Summer in Antarctica
Author: glass_icarus
Rating: PG
Word count: 278
Summary: For blanketforts, day 14 prompt.

second day of ballroom competition, i'm sorry if this is discombobulated but that is rather the state of my brain. i can't promise i'll do the rest of these on time from here on in, but i will try to do them all (even though school will start soon, and that will be interesting).

( He smiles, always, unconsciously, even before he quite notices that Sirius is there. )

(bah. i will complete blanketforts. i will, i will.)

It snowed and snowed, the whole world over, Snow swept the world from end to end. A candle burned on the table; A candle burned.

~ Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago

oh, i really shouldn't even be doing this right now because i have to be awake in five hours for a ballroom competition =\

Title: a solitary white
Author: glass_icarus
Rating: PG
Word count: 160
Summary: For blanketforts, day 13 prompt.

( It is a comfortable sprawl, this practiced knotting of limbs, muffling the room's lingering chill the way the blizzard muffles sound. )

Title: Not Alone
Author: glass_icarus
Rating: G
Word count: 828
Summary: For blanketforts, day 12 prompt. MWPP-era pups, pre-slash.

( Remus curls into his blankets, longing for the warm press and crush of other bodies against his, the rough-and-tumble laughter of the other boys. )

One kind word can warm three winter months.
- Japanese Proverb

Title: Absolution in Small Kindnesses
Author: glass_icarus
Rating: G
Word count: 301
Summary: For blanketforts, day 11 prompt. MWPP-era pups.

( A long body folds down beside him, the smell of ink and worn parchment mixed with black tea and honey pungent in Sirius' nostrils. )

Title: Procession
Author: glass_icarus
Rating: PG
Word count: 460
Summary: For blanketforts prompt, day 10: "soup!" MWPP-era pups.

( Remus has always been the worst of patients, possibly because he's seen the inside of the Hospital Wing more times than Sirius, James, and Peter combined- and that's saying something. )

Inklings of the storm,
of the heavy trembling,
are surely what drive
us together.

Inklings of loneliness,
of a creeping frost,
an imminent fall,
a futile cry

-- Tarjei Versaas, "Outside the Wind Whispers"

Title: J'ai tant rêvé de toi
Author: glass_icarus
Rating: PG-13 for snuggling boy.
Word count: 281
Summary: For blanketforts, day 9 prompt. Fluff! because it's been too long since I wrote goopy goofy pups. =D

( Remus, as expected, is asleep, a patchwork, snuffling warmth of tawny hair and half-curled toes visible at opposite ends of the blankets. )

A soft breeze with the slippery concrete black and full of muddy slush, contrasting with the hoarfrost, clean and hung on a tunnel of silent shivering trees (the ones you said you'd like to be), and the birds that screamed at the sun now buried deep down below the ground, beneath the snow, I press my shoulder to this wall between us.
- The Weakerthans, "Without Mythologies"

Title: Stills and Camera Angles
Author: glass_icarus
Rating: PG
Word count: 602
Summary: For blanketforts, day 8 prompt. Post-Hogwarts pups. Please excuse the disjointedness.

( Sirius knocks, hands numb and uncertain as the rest of him refuses to be, words and thoughts evaporating from his brain like smoke. )

Title: House of Sand and Fog, part 2
Author: glass_icarus
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 630
Summary: See part 1.

( I don't hate you. I never can, not even when I'm supposed to. )

Title: House of Sand and Fog, part 1 (because the second half just isn't coming yet, dammit.)
Author: glass_icarus
Rating: PG
Word count: 451
Summary: For blanketforts, day 7 prompt. MWPP-era, post-prank pups. Sorry, I really didn't mean to write angst, but the last prompt interrupted my fluffily machinations =\

( 'It wouldn't have been so bad, you know, if it had been me, or James.' )