disclaimer: disclaimed.
notes: random inspiration today once i got home. yeah. i don't know either. this was longer, but then i felt like it rambled. so i cut it. again, no capitalization.
summary: don't you dare step on the cracks. / emmeline&sirius, getting torn apart.
haven't you heard the news
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one step forward,
two steps back.
don't you dare step on the cracks.
there are moments when she feels like this will all come crashing down atop of her, when everything will disappear within an instant. but when his chapped lips happen upon her soft ones, and his callused hands intertwine with her delicate ones, she forgets for a moment that there's a war going on, that people are dying, as they indulge in this - this thing that surely won't last the war, that doesn't have a label.
"sirius," she mumbles. "do you - do you ever think about after?" she doesn't need to specify. he smiles crookedly.
"of course," he says.
"and?"
he looks down, his smile gone. "i can never come to the same conclusion."
but before she can reply, his lips are on hers once again, and for now, they live like tomorrow is promised.
/
when the headlines come (SIRIUS BLACK - MURDERER!), moments like those end up in her nightmares, where she wakes up sweating and breathing heavily, trying to remember what was going on. and most of the time, she smiles for a moment. but then she remembers.
(his hands on her hips, her hands through his hair, and just touch after touch after touch, everything cherished as if they'd die that day, everything cherished as if they would live forever.)
/
finite.
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