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Sirius can't figure out why Remus won't let her reciprocate. - “If I let you … see me, like that. Naked, unrestrained … you’d realise.”

Sirius frowned. “Realise what?”

Remus smiled wetly, and it didn’t meet her eyes. “That you could have someone prettier.”

3/3 chapters, 18k words

these streets we all know

by cowardnthief

Summary: Enid paused her studies, quit her job, broke up with her boyfriend, and generally blew up her life to take a gap year backpacking around Europe. By chance, she meets Welsh grad student Wednesday Addams on a train to Munich.

the wenclair WIP !!

that’s not how you talked when you were fifteen, in love with boys in love with other boys,

in love with small words thrown like dice.

you used to spin your lead tongue to gold

author’s alchemy: do you remember?

nights i read your shitty, clumsy work all wasted

cliches gone to the annals of your brain

labyrinth turned filing cabinet

poet turned slave

fool turned realist — what must you think of me?

girl in the body of a High School Graduate.

“what’s your major, honey?”

well, you see, i read patti smith’s memoir and i thought we had a mapplethorpe thing going on.

I thought we could kiss without

meaning anything,

loving everything. i thought

we could have an apartment,

and your words could hit puberty out on the fire escape,

and we’d have a polaroid camera to remember ourselves by, our

pretty little Roaring Twenties.

dreams stuck in pipes, halfway to sewers

your breath’s soured.

isopropyl saliva. if you kissed me now, i’d gag.

you suck off your boyfriend with that mouth?

what, is he in marketing?

some very pretty people might love me for a minute, darling

then: drug overdose. 27 club.

implode in a ball of beatnik justice. rain down dice and paper scraps and bits of intestine

banal little beauties

(turns of phrase, clever things)