Two things, unrelated
The first thing: I wrote a couple of drabbles for queerditch_pub yesterday:
Harry/Snape, the legend on a map:
"Here?"
"Yes…."
Harry had never explained to anyone what his tattoo meant. Lines like wire curved around his torso and groin, a deep black magically charmed not to fade to blue after time. He'd had the tattoo applied in the traditional Muggle fashion, and he felt Snape's touch over the marks like the buzz of the tattoo pen, making all of his senses focus on one small point.
"And here."
"Yes, oh…."
Snape didn't need an explanation from Harry. The meaning of the tattoo was obvious from the minute he'd seen Harry naked, fresh from the needle and still sore around the edges. It was the legend on the map of his body, a guide to the places no one but Snape could touch, and to the treasure that was buried beneath his skin.
"You didn't need to make it this obvious, you know," said Snape, his fingertips just below Harry's ribs, where a line of ink twisted around his waist to his hip.
"You're the only one it's obvious to."
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Harry/Rufus Scrimgeour, the cleansing of the Aegean stables:
"You know, Harry, we all respect you at the Ministry. I know we've had some differences in the past, but we all have a common goal to work toward, don't we?"
"Oh, please. That offer's like…like the Aegean stables."
"The what?"
"You know I was raised as a Muggle. I didn't have a lot of friends as a kid, so I spend a lot of time reading. I used to love this book on Greek mythology, and the story of Heracles. He was this really strong man who had to perform twelve tasks, and one of them was to clean out some stables that hadn't been cleaned in about ten years. The man who owned them had cows and sheep and horses, everything. Heracles had to clean all their stables in a day."
"I understand, Harry. You see joining forces with the Ministry as a nearly insurmountable task, one that will take great strength to accomplish, and one of many tasks that you will have to undertake in our fight against He Who Must Not Be Named."
"Well, no. I just think your offer's full of shit."
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The second thing: Not long ago, I was in the car with Mr. Cedar and Solsbury Hill came on the radio. I've always found Peter Gabriel pretty boring, but this is one of about three songs of his I like, so I kept the radio on. And near the end of the song, I said to Mr. Cedar, "Am I the only one who thinks this song tells the story of the Passion from Jesus' point of view, only more obliquely?"
"You know," he replied, "I never thought of it that way, but I don't disagree with you."
Just a thought.
(Of course, if that is what Peter Gabriel had intended all along, I am either better at interpreting text than I thought I was or I'm 30 years late to the party.)
Sweet - The Ballroom Blitz
Harry/Snape, the legend on a map:
"Here?"
"Yes…."
Harry had never explained to anyone what his tattoo meant. Lines like wire curved around his torso and groin, a deep black magically charmed not to fade to blue after time. He'd had the tattoo applied in the traditional Muggle fashion, and he felt Snape's touch over the marks like the buzz of the tattoo pen, making all of his senses focus on one small point.
"And here."
"Yes, oh…."
Snape didn't need an explanation from Harry. The meaning of the tattoo was obvious from the minute he'd seen Harry naked, fresh from the needle and still sore around the edges. It was the legend on the map of his body, a guide to the places no one but Snape could touch, and to the treasure that was buried beneath his skin.
"You didn't need to make it this obvious, you know," said Snape, his fingertips just below Harry's ribs, where a line of ink twisted around his waist to his hip.
"You're the only one it's obvious to."
---
Harry/Rufus Scrimgeour, the cleansing of the Aegean stables:
"You know, Harry, we all respect you at the Ministry. I know we've had some differences in the past, but we all have a common goal to work toward, don't we?"
"Oh, please. That offer's like…like the Aegean stables."
"The what?"
"You know I was raised as a Muggle. I didn't have a lot of friends as a kid, so I spend a lot of time reading. I used to love this book on Greek mythology, and the story of Heracles. He was this really strong man who had to perform twelve tasks, and one of them was to clean out some stables that hadn't been cleaned in about ten years. The man who owned them had cows and sheep and horses, everything. Heracles had to clean all their stables in a day."
"I understand, Harry. You see joining forces with the Ministry as a nearly insurmountable task, one that will take great strength to accomplish, and one of many tasks that you will have to undertake in our fight against He Who Must Not Be Named."
"Well, no. I just think your offer's full of shit."
---
The second thing: Not long ago, I was in the car with Mr. Cedar and Solsbury Hill came on the radio. I've always found Peter Gabriel pretty boring, but this is one of about three songs of his I like, so I kept the radio on. And near the end of the song, I said to Mr. Cedar, "Am I the only one who thinks this song tells the story of the Passion from Jesus' point of view, only more obliquely?"
"You know," he replied, "I never thought of it that way, but I don't disagree with you."
Just a thought.
(Of course, if that is what Peter Gabriel had intended all along, I am either better at interpreting text than I thought I was or I'm 30 years late to the party.)
Sweet - The Ballroom Blitz