Drabble for Dec 6th Challenge of the SiriusXJames web clique
Title: Heat Within the Cold OR To Build A Fire(Second title stolen from Jack London)
Writer: Azure K Mello
Rating: R (character death, angst, AUish)
Word Count: 293 (not much better)
It was too cold, a stupid plan was made worse by bad planning. His mother was right. He and Sirius were bad influences on each other. She had always meant it affectionately. Little did she know it would kill them both eventually.
"Hey let's climb the Alps!"
"What a great idea we don't need training, we're wizards! And let's buy lots of complicated equipment and *not* learn to use it before going!"
"Yea!"
So maybe the decision to climb the mountains hadn't been *that* rash but it was close. Both so cocksure and feeding off each other's excitement. And now here they sat in a tiny cave without a way home while it snowed relentlessly. They were too exhausted to apparate. For the last three days all James' power had been siphoned into keeping the small blue fire going. But as he had eaten nothing and not slept at all the fire was dieing. . . so was James. Early that morning Sirius had slipped into unconsciousness. The cold could do that. Babies always went to sleep when it was chilly and while sleeping Sirius looked like a child: innocent, peaceful, beautiful.
He kissed the man's forehead gently, "I love you." He said in a shaky voice, hoping against hope that Sirius could hear him. The fire faded at his back. "I just need a little sleep and then I'll start it up again. I'm just so tired. Please forgive me. I know they're looking for us by now. I promise." He wrapped his arms tightly around Sirius and held him close hoping that maybe his body heat could keep the other man alive.
When the rescuers found them seven hours later the fire had not been relit and the bodies were cold.
Title: Heat Within the Cold OR To Build A Fire(Second title stolen from Jack London)
Writer: Azure K Mello
Rating: R (character death, angst, AUish)
Word Count: 293 (not much better)
It was too cold, a stupid plan was made worse by bad planning. His mother was right. He and Sirius were bad influences on each other. She had always meant it affectionately. Little did she know it would kill them both eventually.
"Hey let's climb the Alps!"
"What a great idea we don't need training, we're wizards! And let's buy lots of complicated equipment and *not* learn to use it before going!"
"Yea!"
So maybe the decision to climb the mountains hadn't been *that* rash but it was close. Both so cocksure and feeding off each other's excitement. And now here they sat in a tiny cave without a way home while it snowed relentlessly. They were too exhausted to apparate. For the last three days all James' power had been siphoned into keeping the small blue fire going. But as he had eaten nothing and not slept at all the fire was dieing. . . so was James. Early that morning Sirius had slipped into unconsciousness. The cold could do that. Babies always went to sleep when it was chilly and while sleeping Sirius looked like a child: innocent, peaceful, beautiful.
He kissed the man's forehead gently, "I love you." He said in a shaky voice, hoping against hope that Sirius could hear him. The fire faded at his back. "I just need a little sleep and then I'll start it up again. I'm just so tired. Please forgive me. I know they're looking for us by now. I promise." He wrapped his arms tightly around Sirius and held him close hoping that maybe his body heat could keep the other man alive.
When the rescuers found them seven hours later the fire had not been relit and the bodies were cold.