[BCM] Life & Death
She's sitting on the hall steps waving her wand in tiny little movements, shattering minature crystal balls into cascades of prism reflected rainbows and the glittering dust of glass. She's surrounded by it, sticking to her fingertips and across her skin like molten diamond and dewdrops.
Flecks of it have settled into her hair, shimmering like fire in the dim hall light, a phoenix among the ashes.
Her nearly inaudible murmur of 'reducto' falls silent inside another chime of shattered glass when she looks up, finding Harry watching her. He's standing in the doorway, silhouetted from behind like an eclipse. With one step forward he's soaked with light and her sun has come out again.
Her mouth tries to make a smile but she can tell by his eyes that she falls short and he stands in front of her for a moment before bending to wipe salt and dust off of her cheeks, the pad of his thumb resting along her jaw, fingers tangling through her hair and pressing against the nape of her neck. Tipping her head back, he brushes his lips against hers softly. Glittering dust clings to his mouth as he pulls back for breath.
"Gin..." He doesn't bother asking pointless questions, just settles down beside her, their knees and hips and elbows and shoulders pressed against each other.
Another crystal orb shatters with a silent flick of her wrist, blue silver crystal rain hitting the floor like pebbles hitting glass.
"I don't think--" she begins, putting her hands safely on her knees, securing her thoughts to herself, an anchor. "I don't think they understand how hard it is to be the ones that have lost, as opposed to the ones that have been lost."
They sit in silence for a long while, seconds winding into minutes into moments, but when he takes a breath before going to speak she shakes her head to silence him. "I lost you too, Harry."
Flecks of it have settled into her hair, shimmering like fire in the dim hall light, a phoenix among the ashes.
Her nearly inaudible murmur of 'reducto' falls silent inside another chime of shattered glass when she looks up, finding Harry watching her. He's standing in the doorway, silhouetted from behind like an eclipse. With one step forward he's soaked with light and her sun has come out again.
Her mouth tries to make a smile but she can tell by his eyes that she falls short and he stands in front of her for a moment before bending to wipe salt and dust off of her cheeks, the pad of his thumb resting along her jaw, fingers tangling through her hair and pressing against the nape of her neck. Tipping her head back, he brushes his lips against hers softly. Glittering dust clings to his mouth as he pulls back for breath.
"Gin..." He doesn't bother asking pointless questions, just settles down beside her, their knees and hips and elbows and shoulders pressed against each other.
Another crystal orb shatters with a silent flick of her wrist, blue silver crystal rain hitting the floor like pebbles hitting glass.
"I don't think--" she begins, putting her hands safely on her knees, securing her thoughts to herself, an anchor. "I don't think they understand how hard it is to be the ones that have lost, as opposed to the ones that have been lost."
They sit in silence for a long while, seconds winding into minutes into moments, but when he takes a breath before going to speak she shakes her head to silence him. "I lost you too, Harry."