SideStep
For Inspiration v.4, all grace to Shirasade
#5 "Skating around the truth: who I am"
EW/DR: DR POV
PG-13 for one underage player
Implied, attempted non-con, but nothing really squicky. Angst, though.
Feedback: please. don't stop.
Sidestep. What a great site. Enter all your stuff, and get a cheap package trip to wherever you want.
But I don't know what to enter. Each field is intimidatinly large, overwhelmingly empty, unfillable.
Like me.
It's much, much easier to imagine being Harry for the rest of my life, until I'm older than you are now, than to imagine how it will be one day, when I'm older, too, but not that old, just old enough.
Old enough to know. How to approach this. Not hang back. Not look away. Not use the slight moisture, wetness, caused by the friction of my wish melting the ice of reality to skate around the issue. Old enough not to cause you any legal trouble when (if.) (WHEN!) I work up the nerve to tell you.
To tell myself.
Elijah? God, yes, he's a real role model for me.
No, haven't met him yet. Love to work with him though. Think he'd make a good Dark Arts professor? Maybe my people can call his people.
Yeah, go to all his premieres. Yeah, got my pass for "The Yank." Yeah, real Rings fan, yeah, saw it a million times. Yeah.
Eyes only for you. Eyes. People go on and on about your eyes, but I only know what I want to be in them. In your eyes.
Your lover.
God.
I wrote it.
In my journal.
Your lover. Elijah's lover. To have and to hold, to enchant and be bewitched by. Under your spell with your consent, not slipping around, behind your back, writing lousy fic and wanking to it. Drawing picture after picture, not much more than stick figures, of you. Me. Us. Together. Doing...things. To each other. With each other. For each other.
This bed is empty with only me in it. It's no use, playing the Boy Who Lives, if I can't tell you I'm the Boy Who Loves You.
So I practice here. Under other names. Skating around the truth: who I am. Looking longingly at the price of tickets to LA, Prague, wherever you are. Filling in the blanks. Sidestep.
What a great site.
*enter*
*sigh*
If only you would...If only I could.
#5 "Skating around the truth: who I am"
EW/DR: DR POV
PG-13 for one underage player
Implied, attempted non-con, but nothing really squicky. Angst, though.
Feedback: please. don't stop.
Sidestep. What a great site. Enter all your stuff, and get a cheap package trip to wherever you want.
But I don't know what to enter. Each field is intimidatinly large, overwhelmingly empty, unfillable.
Like me.
It's much, much easier to imagine being Harry for the rest of my life, until I'm older than you are now, than to imagine how it will be one day, when I'm older, too, but not that old, just old enough.
Old enough to know. How to approach this. Not hang back. Not look away. Not use the slight moisture, wetness, caused by the friction of my wish melting the ice of reality to skate around the issue. Old enough not to cause you any legal trouble when (if.) (WHEN!) I work up the nerve to tell you.
To tell myself.
Elijah? God, yes, he's a real role model for me.
No, haven't met him yet. Love to work with him though. Think he'd make a good Dark Arts professor? Maybe my people can call his people.
Yeah, go to all his premieres. Yeah, got my pass for "The Yank." Yeah, real Rings fan, yeah, saw it a million times. Yeah.
Eyes only for you. Eyes. People go on and on about your eyes, but I only know what I want to be in them. In your eyes.
Your lover.
God.
I wrote it.
In my journal.
Your lover. Elijah's lover. To have and to hold, to enchant and be bewitched by. Under your spell with your consent, not slipping around, behind your back, writing lousy fic and wanking to it. Drawing picture after picture, not much more than stick figures, of you. Me. Us. Together. Doing...things. To each other. With each other. For each other.
This bed is empty with only me in it. It's no use, playing the Boy Who Lives, if I can't tell you I'm the Boy Who Loves You.
So I practice here. Under other names. Skating around the truth: who I am. Looking longingly at the price of tickets to LA, Prague, wherever you are. Filling in the blanks. Sidestep.
What a great site.
*enter*
*sigh*
If only you would...If only I could.