Two birthday gifts, a few hours belated.

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For millefiori, a drabble. 100 words exactly. G.



Millefiori

Lily always kept fresh flowers in the house. Remus sees her leaning over the kitchen table to reach the vase, deftly picking out the baby's-breath that had gone dry. Hair falling in light curtains about her face, sunlit.

Part of the house's rear wall still stands, bricks crumbling. Most of the smoke-smell has blown off now, but the debris is still smudged grey with ash. Remus steps carefully, comes round to the back. His breath catches when he sees.

Lily's garden. Crocuses and long grass, sage grown wild and rambling. A thousand flowers sweet and damp in the morning light.

~

And for isiscolo, a drawing of her namesake, sketched from a statue in a museum.

Er... I didn't mean to offer such non-cheery gifts. You have to understand that for me, angst = great love. (Just ask my characters.)

I adore you both.