I love some good prongsfoot (yes it summoned me)! Is there anything you'd like to share from or about your story?
Oh, I'm getting better at that whole summoning thing. Hello, welcome to my ritual!
I would love to share everything about this story, but you know, I'm not actually sure how many people are going to like it. It's a very...let's explore the toxic codependency present in their relationship even when they're fooling themselves sort of thing, but in like a good way? Also, oblivious James who's not as oblivious as he's pretending to be, bless him.
But since you asked (and because i simply cannot help myself and need constant validation), I'll leave you with this piece as it makes me laugh.
James Potter, for all his faults and merits and whatever may rest in the greyness of his soul in between those two points, is not a violent person unless necessary. He will defend those he loves that are threatened through the use of spells or physical means without one thought on the matter, without hesitation, reflexes quicker than lightning. And it's true that in his younger years, before he grew up and experienced the truth of the world, that he'd been more than a bit of a brutish bully. Numerous people will attest to that, but the point remains that James had evolved, stepped out of his childishness for most things, seen some of the errors of his ways, leading him into the life closely resembling that of a pacifist.
Except, for whatever reason, when it comes to Sirius.
"Ah – shit!" shouts Sirius, stumbling backwards under the force of the impact. His vision blurs for several seconds, stance unsteady, his hand coming up to his tender nose and pulling away in a stream of crimson. He can taste the blood on his lips and tongue when he swipes it outwards. "What the fuck, Potter?"
And really, the same can mostly be said about Sirius as well.
He surges forward with a loud snarl, arms outstretched towards James, only Remus stepping between them and hauling Sirius backwards saving him from the oncoming mauling. Sirius spits his rage past Remus' head to no avail, succeeding in absolutely nothing.
"Nine months, Black!" yells James, his fist held tightly at his side as though he's waiting to swing it again. "Nine! And you're asking me what the fuck? What's wrong with you, disappearing on me like that?"
"I would've stayed gone longer if I knew you were going to smash my face in the first chance you got!" blasts Sirius in a fit.
"Fuck off!"
"You fuck off!"
"Nice to see you two never change," mutters Remus, close enough to Sirius' ear that he can hear him. "Hold still," he orders once Sirius has stopped struggling quite as much, Remus pulling back, eyes narrowed as he inspects his nose. "I'm going to heal you."
"Leave it," calls James rancidly, arms crossed over his chest. "He looks better that way."
"I'll give you a face to match if you'll come closer."
"You'd have to do a lot more than whomp me in the face to make me that ugly."
That moment in writing when you’re SO CLOSE to the ending YOU CAN SMELL IT, but you’re still NOT THERE and you WANT TO BE THERE but first this ONE SINGLE THING still has to happen and you just want to TOSS that one single thing OUT OF THE WINDOW
I literally just use the boots botanics BB cream in the ‘light’ shade. I’d honestly re commend it because it’s really light and moisturising and lasts for months at a time (it’s £8.50 a tube too)
When I was younger, my father would take me to the beach to watch the storms roll in across the Sound.
I was never one of those kids who shied away during a thunderstorm. They never scared me with their loud clashes, booms and bright florescent flashes of light.
Instead, what happened was I was drawn to them. I stood outside waiting for the rain to come the minute I heard a crack of thunder spread across the sky. I was thrilled when I saw the flash of light crackle down from the heavens.
The normal reactions of running away and hiding under covers never made sense to me. Wasn't a thunderstorm glorious and beautiful? I would ask. Few said yes. Fewer still would stand outside with me, relegating my small youthful self to watch the storm from inside a safe place.
Studying storms didn't appeal to me, I didn't care about the how or the why of the storm, just the presence and the experience.
I would stay up late to listen to the thunder and was always sad to hear that I had missed a great one by sleeping too soundly from what I considered natures lullaby rocking me to sleep.
The sounds of a thunderstorm make me lethargic. I relax even as I bounce with excitement that the storm comes. I'm happy to sit outside and watch as the clouds roll in, tumbling over each other in their haste to move along.
Even happier to watch the lightning streak across the grey blue sky. Happier still to feel the first drops of rain run down my face as the clouds open up and pour.
Storms never scared me because they were never made to be something to be scared of.
hermann (what is a skill that you have that you wish other people respected more): ummm this is really difficult to answer. i'm going to say that i wish people respected my ability to time manage more??? like this is mostly my parents, but they're always freaking out at me bc they think i'm not going to get things done on time (even like getting dressed before we have to go out) and then i'm always done and ready and everything on time so i wish my ability to time things out and manage it was respected more
herc: already answered!
mako (what is one of your proudest achievements): def directing six characters in search of an author last semester. with all the shit i had going on with my head, and actors quitting, and problems with memorization/punctuality with the actors that didn't quit, it was super difficult. but it turned out super amazing (also due to risingmoonflower) and spectacular and just the way i wanted it, so.
