..."The Essence of H/D"... (Ahahaha)
I was cleaning last night and the last thing I did was dust my piano. Now, most of my writings are on loose, little notepad papers because I'm usually downstairs and don't feel like getting my notebook. I then put these pieces of paper on my piano because really, I'm the only one who ever goes near it. So I find a bunch of them cleaning and this one just made me laugh. I have no idea why I wrote this or when, but I still agree with it, so yeah...
The essence of H/D is, to me, that discordant yet unrealistically beautiful collision of extremes, the merging of an equal representation of good and evil into one entity in which all preordained things are confused.
And there's this, too, which I wrote last night, which I love, but I have no flippin' idea where it's from or what I could use it for. Oh, and I wanted "green as deep as Taur-na-Fuin," but since barely anyone knows what that is, I couldn't. *pouts*
That was the day he stopped writing in black ink.
He used green so deep you could hardly tell the difference, and blue so reminiscent of midnight it would fool even the stars, but never black. Black was darkness, and death, and the veil that took Sirius. Black was night, the unknown, and the embodiment of all his fears. Black was an infinite depth in which he could loose himself, and those he most dearly loved. But he knew also that he could fall into darkness and with that he would fall in love with those whom he was destined to hate. Besides, the last time he remembered seeing black ink it was in the handwriting of a 16-year-old boy named Riddle.
Now, I'm lazy and am not sure if the Veil is black, and even though my English teacher, less than three months ago, told me when to use "who" and when to use "whom," I forgot already so it's probably wrong.
The essence of H/D is, to me, that discordant yet unrealistically beautiful collision of extremes, the merging of an equal representation of good and evil into one entity in which all preordained things are confused.
And there's this, too, which I wrote last night, which I love, but I have no flippin' idea where it's from or what I could use it for. Oh, and I wanted "green as deep as Taur-na-Fuin," but since barely anyone knows what that is, I couldn't. *pouts*
That was the day he stopped writing in black ink.
He used green so deep you could hardly tell the difference, and blue so reminiscent of midnight it would fool even the stars, but never black. Black was darkness, and death, and the veil that took Sirius. Black was night, the unknown, and the embodiment of all his fears. Black was an infinite depth in which he could loose himself, and those he most dearly loved. But he knew also that he could fall into darkness and with that he would fall in love with those whom he was destined to hate. Besides, the last time he remembered seeing black ink it was in the handwriting of a 16-year-old boy named Riddle.
Now, I'm lazy and am not sure if the Veil is black, and even though my English teacher, less than three months ago, told me when to use "who" and when to use "whom," I forgot already so it's probably wrong.