Lyrical Muses #01.
Being alone has never been a problem - at least, not until now. Now, he walks streets slick with rain; oil from Muggle cars shining in rainbow hues in thick puddles, and his head is down and his thoughts are bleak.
I miss you.
Some things just aren't meant to be. Blaise knows this. He knows that when he stepped through the pages of the diary and went back in time, that sooner or later, things would end. Everything ends, after all. Nothing lasts forever. And sooner or later, ethical disagreements were going to stop being solved with sex; they were going to escalate into more than pushing and shoving and into curses and hexes. And eventually, he knew he'd hear the words, "Get out. Go. Don't come back or I'll kill you."
Love is saying goodbye.
He had left, after all, Blaise wasn't really ready to die yet, and he certainly didn't want to die at the hands of his former lover. His former lover who Blaise still loves desperately, who Blaise cannot forget although he also cannot forgive. He travelled through time for the boy who became the most feared wizard in the Wizarding World, and in the end, became feared himself. Feared and hated by the one he loved so much.
I wish you'd see me.
Power won out over love, and Blaise had always known that someday it would. Power and greed and the intoxicating rush of it all. And when Tom became less Tom and more Voldemort, Blaise said nothing, not until the first time he was told not to use his lover's name ever again. That was the first warning, and that was the first knife in Blaise's heart.
It's still raining, that steady drizzle that seems will never end. Blaise is soaked to the skin, but he doesn't care. He's cold, but that doesn't register. All he thinks as he walks along, alone, is that some days, he wishes he'd never stolen the diary from Malfoy Manor. And some days, he wishes that he and Tom could both forgive.
I need a big love, I need a phone call, I need you.
Words: 358.
Song Prompt: "Raining In Baltimore" by the Counting Crows
I miss you.
Some things just aren't meant to be. Blaise knows this. He knows that when he stepped through the pages of the diary and went back in time, that sooner or later, things would end. Everything ends, after all. Nothing lasts forever. And sooner or later, ethical disagreements were going to stop being solved with sex; they were going to escalate into more than pushing and shoving and into curses and hexes. And eventually, he knew he'd hear the words, "Get out. Go. Don't come back or I'll kill you."
Love is saying goodbye.
He had left, after all, Blaise wasn't really ready to die yet, and he certainly didn't want to die at the hands of his former lover. His former lover who Blaise still loves desperately, who Blaise cannot forget although he also cannot forgive. He travelled through time for the boy who became the most feared wizard in the Wizarding World, and in the end, became feared himself. Feared and hated by the one he loved so much.
I wish you'd see me.
Power won out over love, and Blaise had always known that someday it would. Power and greed and the intoxicating rush of it all. And when Tom became less Tom and more Voldemort, Blaise said nothing, not until the first time he was told not to use his lover's name ever again. That was the first warning, and that was the first knife in Blaise's heart.
It's still raining, that steady drizzle that seems will never end. Blaise is soaked to the skin, but he doesn't care. He's cold, but that doesn't register. All he thinks as he walks along, alone, is that some days, he wishes he'd never stolen the diary from Malfoy Manor. And some days, he wishes that he and Tom could both forgive.
I need a big love, I need a phone call, I need you.
Words: 358.
Song Prompt: "Raining In Baltimore" by the Counting Crows