little Ron/Neville, Aloe (drabble, G)
Aloe
176 words. Ron/Neville
the take-over
the sweeping insensitivity
of this still life
*
If he had known that this was Neville (pure blinding white in the dark warm as sunshine smelling of rain grass dirt under fingernails tree roots growing growing growing down where no one can pull you away) he would have spent more time quiet by the fire in the common room. Because while he followed Harry, obeyed his parents, joked with his brothers, it seems that Neville was really where he belonged the whole time.
Neville.
Neville.
The name was foreign in his mouth. It twisted into strange shapes like the hieroglyphics Bill came home spouting after a long stay in Egypt. He was so used to HarryHermioneFredGeorgesirm’am. A thousand other names that didn’t make him feel tongue tied. This was a whole new language, a secret one made up of soft words rounded on the edges.
Neville kissed him as if he were precious. Like he’d take him up in the branches of the Whomping Willow but never let him fall. Neville kissed him and Ron closed his eyes.
The light behind his eyelids was green.
- end
176 words. Ron/Neville
the take-over
the sweeping insensitivity
of this still life
*
If he had known that this was Neville (pure blinding white in the dark warm as sunshine smelling of rain grass dirt under fingernails tree roots growing growing growing down where no one can pull you away) he would have spent more time quiet by the fire in the common room. Because while he followed Harry, obeyed his parents, joked with his brothers, it seems that Neville was really where he belonged the whole time.
Neville.
Neville.
The name was foreign in his mouth. It twisted into strange shapes like the hieroglyphics Bill came home spouting after a long stay in Egypt. He was so used to HarryHermioneFredGeorgesirm’am. A thousand other names that didn’t make him feel tongue tied. This was a whole new language, a secret one made up of soft words rounded on the edges.
Neville kissed him as if he were precious. Like he’d take him up in the branches of the Whomping Willow but never let him fall. Neville kissed him and Ron closed his eyes.
The light behind his eyelids was green.
- end