I wonder where this is from: Power is absolute corruption and corrupts absolutely. Power that sways is the beast in human nature.
I have the feeling that I've actually read this quote somewhere. But I can't recall where and who and what it was about. But today I encountered it again in a very unexpected context. Ideas, anyone?
Though I wouldn't be too surprised if I remembered or found out by a coincidence immediately after posting this. XD
In other news, I've got a drabble again! I have no idea how it happened. Last night I was innocently trying to fall asleep...and this is the result. (Seriously, if this thing is what I've managed to come up with innocently, I wonder what would have happened if I had really tried.)
Regarding drabbles. I'll wait until I've collected about five of these new ones and then post the whole bunch in remusxsirius in one go. Because I just won't go spamming the comm with small fics before I finish the big one. Which I miraculously haven't forgotten about, mwahaha.
Moving on.
Pairing: Remus/Sirius (THEY TORMENT ME)
Era: First war
Rating: PG for allusions to sex (or is that PG-13? I still fail at these in-between ratings) Slightly NSFW
Summary: Sirius returns home from yet another Order mission.
Notes: Set late in the first war when it's all starting to be a bit too much for our boys. Third-person POV that actually seems more like Sirius's perspective.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything belonging to JKR. That's why I don't get paid for this.
They are wrapped up in sensation. It’s hot today; his hair is damp against the pillow in seconds, but he has no attention left to mind. He had none left to speak when he arrived, and now all the hollow welcomes (and the more serious things neither he nor Remus would have voiced anyway) are whirling in the sunlight illuminating the stuffy room. He closes his eyes. Then he feels just the glide of lips, the caress of the other’s hands, and everything he wants to feel to obliterate his memories of death.
Maybe peace should always be only temporary.
