sassy_cissa (sassy_cissa) wrote in slythindor100, @ 2005-09-16 20:38:00 |
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Current mood: | contemplative |
Current music: | Ringside, Tired of being sorry. |
Entry tags: | challenge #2 |
Paper Dreams
Original poster: faith1922
Warning: None, I'm good.
Words: 189
Challenge: used words are in italics, but only the first time.
A/N: It's weird and wonderful and slightly insane. Please do write your own...
Touching Draco is like drawing patterns on a window pane, still wet from the rain and dreaming of tomorrow. It's peaceful and comforting and utterly lonely. Harry used to spend hours with his fingers on the cool wet glass but now it's his lover he touches. Only the dream stayed the same.
It's the dream of being something more than a skinny boy with a scar. It's wanting to look into the mirror without dreading the lifeless eyes that stare back. He remembers being a boy, small and as easy to tear as paper, but he doesn't remember not seeing endless voids behind his eyes.
It doesn't matter much now, because everyone is empty. Everyone is paper now and the future is a faded butterfly on a pin. Draco is Harry's addiction, he's his mirror and his glass, his butterfly and his lover and his rain and everything Harry never asked for, dared asking for. He's his heartbeat, the blood in his veins, the last spark in his soul.
Draco is everything that's still alive in Harry.
Funny that he never shows up in Harry's dream, though.