Fuck It, Have My Art. (Construct Criticism Welcome)

Fuck it, have my art. (Construct criticism welcome)

I think its terrible because I have the most vivid imagination ever and it doesn't look how I pictured it

Prompt: Bonfire - 03/10/2024 @wolfstarmicrofic

Word count: 663

It was quite funny to watch really, Remus mused to himself as the chill in the air cut through his cloak. It was the heavy winter sort despite the fact it was still relatively warm and mid-October. 'Relatively warm' was objective Remus supposed, Sirius was in just jeans and T-shirt and seemed perfectly content while Remus shivered. James always says opposites attract in that way, cold hands and warm hands belong together and so on. Someone laughed as Sirius sparked the zippo in his hand once again, but it didn't light, and the spark didn't catch the kindling in the fire pit.

"I thought you promised us a bonfire Dogger," Mary teased, throwing a marshmallows at Sirius' head. It bounced from his hair, leaving a powdery white mark in its wake. Sirius stood up and threw the lighter on the floor. "Stop calling me that," he huffed, stepping away from the unlit fire. Remus' eyes tracked him as he sat down on a log beside James, he wondered when he'd admit defeat; he'd been attempting to light this fire with a very much empty zippo for the last 20 minutes. Remus smiled as Sirius met his eye. He visibly deflated - his normally perfect posture slumping.

Remus waved his fingers, wiggling them in a petulant taunt as a small flame sprung from each one. A clever peice of wordless, wandless magic, but for some reason, Sirius demanded lighting the fire the muggle way. No one agreed. Remus spoke up at long last. "When was the last time you refilled that thing?" He asked with a teasing grin, loving the way Sirius' face scrolled through emotions; confusion, annoyance, defeat, and plenty others. He cocked his head. "warcha mean 'refilled?"" He asked, leaning foreward and plucking the silver lighter up and flipping it open.

Remus covered his laugh with a cough, but Lily and Mary didn't give him the same niceties, laughing loudly at Sirius' dumbfounded expression as he flipped the lighter over in his hands. "It needs fuel to work, Dogger," Mary explained like Sirius was a toddler. It made it all the harder not to laugh. Sirius folded his arms. He had that haughty pout on his face he got when he was wrong about something. "What fuel does it even take?" He asked indignantly, as if someone should have told him sooner - perhaps they should have and perhaps Remus shouldn't have filled it for him behind his back for the last 3 years just to see how long it took for him to realise.

Sirius glared at Remus, the one who had given him the zippo in the first place, and Remus poked his tongue out back and then... right there. There was that tiny flit of realisation on Sirius' face. This was worth the three year wait. Remus would do it all again just to see that expression on Sirius' face when he realised he had been bamboozled. "I'm divorcing you" Sirius called sarcastically as he strode to Remus "and I'm taking the kids" he added as he dipped his slender fingers into Remus' trouser pocket and fished for the lighter in there. He pulled out the zippo. It was a much nicer one than the one he had gifted Sirius - it was engraved with daffodils and gold rather than silver.

He flicked it open and bought a small flame to life with a click of flint, the orange glow flickering in his eyes "say goodbye to baby tân, he lives with me now" he mused playfully waving the zippo right infront of his nose. Remus rolled his eyes. "buhbye tân bach," he murmured while waving at the lighter before Sirius stepped away to light the bonfire, just in time, really The sun was just dipping below the horizon, and that chill in the air was only worse. Maybe, just maybe, it was worth losing his light - he'd get it back in the end. He always did.

this animatic has not left my mind so i had to make an edit

art cred: Ginger-ish (youtube)

currently reading ToA book 4 (tyrants tomb)... no one told me Dakota dies wtf my fruit punch baby died.... man i hate when characters die

this book is such an emotional rollercoaster

Just got a haircut, and it was a majestic experience. The hairdresser gave me the most scrumptious head massage of my short short life, and I will never be the same again.