Nebula verse, drabble one
Don't you love my new icon? Ummm. Lister love ^^ beetle_breath made it. Hmmm. *sigh* Well I'm a bit blah today. Bad vibes. Gloomy weather.
I decided to post something I wrote a while ago. The first drabble in my new series Nebula, all of them post war but written before HBP.
La Luna
~acidquill
word count: 119
*
Remember when we were
Just flesh and bone. You sir,
May have forgotten how good your world could be
*
Winter.
The trees cracked with ice, branches falling as steadily as snowflakes.
Coldest weather in over one hundred years.
Oddly appropriate, Snape thought.
He stood by one of the castle windows and listened to the gunshot crack of a particularly unfortunate tree as it fell under the weight it could no longer bear.
Looking out across the grounds, Snape could just make out the snow covered mound under the Whomping Willow. The flowers were no more than tiny dots of color, frosted over in the night. Even the hardy Gryffindor-red roses were a smudge under the onslaught of all that white.
He wondered if the afterlife included Muggle lemon drops.
The sharp pain in his heart hoped it did.
- end
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ETA: Oh and I'm working on a sequel to Sugarcoated if anyone's interested. I find myself most drawn to steamy R-rated chan-ish Blackcest starring Siri/Bella. I'll see if I can't work it up in a week or two shall I?
I decided to post something I wrote a while ago. The first drabble in my new series Nebula, all of them post war but written before HBP.
La Luna
~acidquill
word count: 119
*
Remember when we were
Just flesh and bone. You sir,
May have forgotten how good your world could be
*
Winter.
The trees cracked with ice, branches falling as steadily as snowflakes.
Coldest weather in over one hundred years.
Oddly appropriate, Snape thought.
He stood by one of the castle windows and listened to the gunshot crack of a particularly unfortunate tree as it fell under the weight it could no longer bear.
Looking out across the grounds, Snape could just make out the snow covered mound under the Whomping Willow. The flowers were no more than tiny dots of color, frosted over in the night. Even the hardy Gryffindor-red roses were a smudge under the onslaught of all that white.
He wondered if the afterlife included Muggle lemon drops.
The sharp pain in his heart hoped it did.
- end
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ETA: Oh and I'm working on a sequel to Sugarcoated if anyone's interested. I find myself most drawn to steamy R-rated chan-ish Blackcest starring Siri/Bella. I'll see if I can't work it up in a week or two shall I?