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llaeyroTitle: Free
Pairing: Severus/Remus
Word Count/: 100
Rating: G
Summary: For the first time since the war, everything seems to have fallen into place.
Warnings: None.
Author's Notes: January prompts from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hp_creatures 1. Picture Prompt 2. Sharp 3. Chiang Rai.
Disclaimer: This piece of fiction is based on characters and situations created and owned by J. K. Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is being made, no copyright or trademark infringement, or offense is intended.
Also on AO3.
The full moon shines brightly above Chiang Rai. The white temple glows eerily, its intricate architecture seeming sharp and jagged against the black of night. The effect is softened in the temple’s reflection, floating atop the still lake; it appears frosty, like a delicately iced cake.
Severus used to feel naked and unusual without his voluminous cloak whipping about him. He used to resent the scarred and scraggly man who had forced this life upon him. Now, he shakes out his thick black fur and leans his larger muzzle against his mate’s.
They run for the mountains.
They are free.
Fin
Pairing: Severus/Remus
Word Count/: 100
Rating: G
Summary: For the first time since the war, everything seems to have fallen into place.
Warnings: None.
Author's Notes: January prompts from
hp_creatures 1. Picture Prompt 2. Sharp 3. Chiang Rai.Disclaimer: This piece of fiction is based on characters and situations created and owned by J. K. Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is being made, no copyright or trademark infringement, or offense is intended.
Also on AO3.
The full moon shines brightly above Chiang Rai. The white temple glows eerily, its intricate architecture seeming sharp and jagged against the black of night. The effect is softened in the temple’s reflection, floating atop the still lake; it appears frosty, like a delicately iced cake.
Severus used to feel naked and unusual without his voluminous cloak whipping about him. He used to resent the scarred and scraggly man who had forced this life upon him. Now, he shakes out his thick black fur and leans his larger muzzle against his mate’s.
They run for the mountains.
They are free.
Fin
