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Fic: A Sketch for a Portrait: A Nude in Woollen Socks (Remus/Sirius, PG)

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Dec. 31st, 2010 | 11:54 pm

Having not contributed to the community this year, I decided to attempt at a tiny bonus text for rs_small_gifts, when I got inspired by dreaminginblack’s prompt at the last moment. I ended up crafting another Sketch for a Portrait in the series of 100-word drabbles about my artist!Remus’s life. And I think the moment I show here follows soon after the latter scene in the small gift I posted two years ago (In Lines of Charcoal). However, the drabble works, of course, also separately.

Title: A Nude in Woollen Socks
Author: paulamcg
Recipient: dreaminginblack
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Summary:: A moment of happiness in December 1995.

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Under this canopy once erected for the Noble heir’s bed, I’m a full-body portrait for him to look at: scars, gauntness, damage drawn by hardships in my beautiful life. Yes, beautiful – happy at moments.

He hasn’t exposed everything: he’s still wearing my ancient sweatshirt. But his feet unlike mine are bare, ice-cold – now touching my armpits.

“Help me get off one pair of these...” It’s not easy when there’re two pairs of woollen socks on top of each other.

We’re howling with laughter. Before he guesses my goal, he’s wearing socks, slippery on the floor, and we’re gliding in dance.

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Miss M.

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from: miss_morland
date: Jan. 1st, 2011 01:50 pm (UTC)
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Oh, that's so very poignant. Loved the first line in particular -- stunning.

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PaulaMcG

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from: paulamcg
date: Jan. 1st, 2011 07:28 pm (UTC)
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Thank you so much for reading and for posting an elating comment. This response means even more when I remember you as the writer of excellent drabbles.

I’ve combined here a particular heart-warming memory of woollen socks (which in real life were not used for dancing, but simply pulled off with lots of surprisingly hilarious effort) with the idea I’ve nurtured recently that happiness can be reached only at some moments, and that a few such moments are enough to make a whole life beautiful with all its sorrows and hardships. Now I realise I’ve packed quite a lot into the first sentence: the setting as well as the characters at the moment and with their background. It’s rewarding to hear that you’ve focused on the poignancy in the opening, and that it’s worked for you so well.

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