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look at this! i'm writing again!! and for 31_days no less!
Title: The Less Fortunate
Date/Theme: Oct. 24, 'The pavilions of love and the tents of war'
Series: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry/?
Rating: PG
AU: WWI (Harry returns to deliver news of Ron's death in the war to his loved one(s))
He looks as if he's come straight from the front lines with his wild hair and his bright eyes that look at everything but her own. His hand is clenching around the edges of a weathered envelope and she wonders if he means to give it to her at all. The wound on his forehead will most likely scar from the looks of it, but she thinks that it will be an asset to his features rather than a flaw; his face is rather delicate and his green eyes almost feminine.
There is something that seems frayed about him and she wants to take his hand and offer him tea and a warm blanket and seat by the fire.
He insists on standing at the door though, as he struggles to deliver his missive. She can feel the amused smile drop from her face as the words tumble out of his mouth. They fall on her like so many physical blows and it is all she can do to remain standing. When it is over, he finally looks at her and she sees in his eyes all the pain she feels, multiplied by guilt.
She is the girl with no shoes, but he is the man with no feet.
So, she takes his hand and offers him tea and a warm blanket and a seat by the fire.
that felt good...haven't written one of these in a while.. i left the pairing ambiguous, but those who know me, know who the girl is meant to be...
Title: The Less Fortunate
Date/Theme: Oct. 24, 'The pavilions of love and the tents of war'
Series: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry/?
Rating: PG
AU: WWI (Harry returns to deliver news of Ron's death in the war to his loved one(s))
He looks as if he's come straight from the front lines with his wild hair and his bright eyes that look at everything but her own. His hand is clenching around the edges of a weathered envelope and she wonders if he means to give it to her at all. The wound on his forehead will most likely scar from the looks of it, but she thinks that it will be an asset to his features rather than a flaw; his face is rather delicate and his green eyes almost feminine.
There is something that seems frayed about him and she wants to take his hand and offer him tea and a warm blanket and seat by the fire.
He insists on standing at the door though, as he struggles to deliver his missive. She can feel the amused smile drop from her face as the words tumble out of his mouth. They fall on her like so many physical blows and it is all she can do to remain standing. When it is over, he finally looks at her and she sees in his eyes all the pain she feels, multiplied by guilt.
She is the girl with no shoes, but he is the man with no feet.
So, she takes his hand and offers him tea and a warm blanket and a seat by the fire.
that felt good...haven't written one of these in a while.. i left the pairing ambiguous, but those who know me, know who the girl is meant to be...