DRABBLE: As It Should Be (Tom/Harry)
Title: As It Should Be
Pairing: Tom/Harry
Prompt: tomorrow comes today
Rating: PG
Word Count: 177
Summary: Patience can only last for so long.
Author's Notes: Written for arbor_vitae, in the spirit of rarepair_shorts's Spring Wishlist Event. This takes place during Chamber of Secrets. Beta'd by peskywhistpaw.
Patience can only last for so long.
He has been waiting, waiting, waiting. Waiting far too long for the day he will return to his former glory. It should have been twelve years ago - the boy should have died then.
But mistakes were made, and thus, he can only endure as a memory. Now, he looks young, and he looks whole - but in truth, he is far from being either.
He is through with this affair. The boy has eluded him long enough, his fate continually postponed. Vehement, impassioned, he insists: Tomorrow shall arrive, the Great Triumph of Tomorrow, and sweep away the catastrophe of Today!
And it shall. Though his patience is waning, he still waits for it, longs for it. However, he does not sit idly; he plots actively in the hope that he will hasten the arrival of Tomorrow. He lives, even in this humble form of existence, for the day when he shall be made whole again.
Let it come, let the New Day dawn.
And so he waits. He waits for victory.
Pairing: Tom/Harry
Prompt: tomorrow comes today
Rating: PG
Word Count: 177
Summary: Patience can only last for so long.
Author's Notes: Written for arbor_vitae, in the spirit of rarepair_shorts's Spring Wishlist Event. This takes place during Chamber of Secrets. Beta'd by peskywhistpaw.
Patience can only last for so long.
He has been waiting, waiting, waiting. Waiting far too long for the day he will return to his former glory. It should have been twelve years ago - the boy should have died then.
But mistakes were made, and thus, he can only endure as a memory. Now, he looks young, and he looks whole - but in truth, he is far from being either.
He is through with this affair. The boy has eluded him long enough, his fate continually postponed. Vehement, impassioned, he insists: Tomorrow shall arrive, the Great Triumph of Tomorrow, and sweep away the catastrophe of Today!
And it shall. Though his patience is waning, he still waits for it, longs for it. However, he does not sit idly; he plots actively in the hope that he will hasten the arrival of Tomorrow. He lives, even in this humble form of existence, for the day when he shall be made whole again.
Let it come, let the New Day dawn.
And so he waits. He waits for victory.