A Drabble (for good measure)
Prompt: "Lips"
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Category: Angst
Note: An mini-outtake from A Matter of Choice, just because that's where my Harry/Ron brain is living these days.
The air is acrid with dark magic, lit by the gaudy colors of hexes, ringing with barked incantations and muffled swears. Harry hears none of it and feels only the desperate shattering of his already battered heart.
He mutters every healing charm he’s ever learned, every reviving spell he’s ever heard on the crumpled man before him. He kneels beside him even as a junior Aurors throws a hasty shield around them. His best friend, his Ron, his life, is unmoving. His heart’s not beating. Harry’s world narrows to Ron’s motionless chest and slack lips, willing his love to breathe.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Category: Angst
Note: An mini-outtake from A Matter of Choice, just because that's where my Harry/Ron brain is living these days.
The air is acrid with dark magic, lit by the gaudy colors of hexes, ringing with barked incantations and muffled swears. Harry hears none of it and feels only the desperate shattering of his already battered heart.
He mutters every healing charm he’s ever learned, every reviving spell he’s ever heard on the crumpled man before him. He kneels beside him even as a junior Aurors throws a hasty shield around them. His best friend, his Ron, his life, is unmoving. His heart’s not beating. Harry’s world narrows to Ron’s motionless chest and slack lips, willing his love to breathe.