Drabbles: HP for Isis
Jul. 27th, 2006 02:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
raegan_1I started writing today with no real intent, but afterwards, when I had completed a drabble, a second, and then a third, I felt certain they were for Isis.
It starts with a hand, a spot of warmth against the cool, uncovered skin of his hip.
This is how it all begins, awareness floating slowly into his brain until he recognizes the warmth and pressure at his back as a body, and the hotter warmth against his bum as someone else's morning erection.
He slides out of bed with all the caution he'd use to sneak away from the Aurors, only to turn around once he's standing to find his only ally in the spot next to his vacated space.
He wishes he would have stayed in that place.
* * *
And this is how it ends.
The Mark on his left arm has disappeared, taking layers of skin with it, the hole as psychological as it is physical. Following his arm down from the scar eventually leads to the silver shackle that now binds his life and soul, and it too is a pressure on his skin.
He raises his hands and wiggles the fingers to prove to himself they're not numb, then follows the flash of silver to his middle finger and instead of cold metal and chilled air, he feels the warmth of each breath against his neck.
* * *
He doesn't like to consider there was a time "Before" the beginning, or that there were moments between the beginning and the end. He would like to remember only waking up one morning to a presence in his bed, one that eventually filled his life. He wants to live only at the end, in the happily ever after they've created.
In the dark of night, his fingers splay against darkness-covered skin, tracing letters in sweat and telling their story, the story of their life. Tells of the beginning, and the end together, without anything in the middle to separate them.
It starts with a hand, a spot of warmth against the cool, uncovered skin of his hip.
This is how it all begins, awareness floating slowly into his brain until he recognizes the warmth and pressure at his back as a body, and the hotter warmth against his bum as someone else's morning erection.
He slides out of bed with all the caution he'd use to sneak away from the Aurors, only to turn around once he's standing to find his only ally in the spot next to his vacated space.
He wishes he would have stayed in that place.
* * *
And this is how it ends.
The Mark on his left arm has disappeared, taking layers of skin with it, the hole as psychological as it is physical. Following his arm down from the scar eventually leads to the silver shackle that now binds his life and soul, and it too is a pressure on his skin.
He raises his hands and wiggles the fingers to prove to himself they're not numb, then follows the flash of silver to his middle finger and instead of cold metal and chilled air, he feels the warmth of each breath against his neck.
* * *
He doesn't like to consider there was a time "Before" the beginning, or that there were moments between the beginning and the end. He would like to remember only waking up one morning to a presence in his bed, one that eventually filled his life. He wants to live only at the end, in the happily ever after they've created.
In the dark of night, his fingers splay against darkness-covered skin, tracing letters in sweat and telling their story, the story of their life. Tells of the beginning, and the end together, without anything in the middle to separate them.
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on 2006-07-27 07:15 am (UTC)*pokes you for drabble trade*
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on 2006-07-28 04:45 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-07-30 04:27 am (UTC)Affinity
on 2006-08-01 04:06 am (UTC)Daisuke likes the rain. People call it 'cleansing' and the like, but his favorite descriptor is 'wet.' When Taichi hears this, he laughs, but Daisuke knows they can both be simple people, and a demonstration will work.
So he shoves Taichi out in the rain, his hands waiting only the few seconds required for Taichi's clothes to be soaked through before setting to removing them. By the time Taichi's laughter has stopped, he is the one shoving Daisuke against the wall, pressing the word 'wet' into Daisuke's mouth with his tongue, the word taking on the shining edge of worship.
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on 2006-07-27 11:46 am (UTC)OMG you've got me reading HP fic! noeeeeees!
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on 2006-07-28 04:43 am (UTC)I miss you too. I'm not really sure I could get back into SGA fandom, though in all honesty, I haven't tried lately. So... if someone perhaps wanted to rec me some good old R and R, or anything else... ^__^
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on 2006-07-28 01:27 pm (UTC)That's a shame - I do miss you, loads, and you're never on IM any more. *pouts* I loved writing with you and hoped to again soon. I still have the Rodney/Radek lurve (too much, for some ppl), and you can always check out
Hmmm, in fact, it might be about time for another ficathon...I'll have to see how it goes. Maybe one that's got a signup date right around hiatus and a nice long posting period...
Come back and play, some day? *sads*
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on 2006-08-01 04:11 am (UTC)I would love to read stories in a ficathon, but I doubt I will be able to participate. I have learned that procrastination really only works about 15% of the time, and I really dislike failing at deadlines and the such. One of my personal hells is letting others down (which might be surprising, with how often I do it. ;))
But if you need help maybe setting it up, and sorting through them? I might be able to help on the organizational end. And, of course, if you ever need a beta...
Though at the moment, I'm really not on LJ much at all (dial-up, too long to load, very frustrating.) *marks the calendar* Only three more weeks...
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on 2006-08-01 11:22 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-08-01 06:05 pm (UTC)I don't know how the coming months will be, but I can't imagine much ficcing get done (this makes me very sad, though I hope that having a real -schedule- will help, unlike the swinging I do now with my sleep and awake times.
And while I know that organizing ficathons takes work, too, it's less of a "must get creative juices flowing!" and more of a "here is my list, let's get through it," and the latter is something I can handle more easily. So if you -do- do a ficathon, and want some help, count me in. :D
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on 2006-07-27 05:04 pm (UTC)Second: I like your fic.
More specifically... *gropes a little* ...the mood gets me, and I'm -pretty- darn sure I inferred the pairing correctly. ^^;
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on 2006-07-28 04:39 am (UTC)I like the mood, though I was rather surprised when I started writing, because it came from seemingly nowhere. Out of curiosity, what pairing did you infer?
In my head, there wasn't actually a pairing, but Isis has something of an OTP, and so when I reread it afterwards and my brain said "this is totally for Isis," it has since then become somewhat more of a Draco/Harry in my mind than just any two men.
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on 2006-07-28 06:40 pm (UTC)And the groping. xD I meant metaphorical groping, but... *shrugs, and snickers* You rock.
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on 2006-07-28 04:44 am (UTC)