Team Gen: "Moment," ouchy.florahartFebruary 8 2007, 04:55:05 UTC
He only keeps the one photograph; the images are everywhere and he can't imagine he'll ever forget their faces, and honestly, the constant reminders hurt.
Sometimes, when they look at him from the frame, in a moment of levity before the end, they're smiling. Too often, though, they're focused on what's to come: Hermione, about to take down that bitch Bellatrix before she falls. Harry, about to need everything he has to finish the job.
Finally, Ron takes the photograph to Colin and has him freeze it when they're smiling. It still hurts to look, but he'd rather remember this.
Together, always togetherjanedoe_cFebruary 8 2007, 20:08:40 UTC
Title: Together, always together Author: Janedoe_C Team: Slash Warning: angst Notes: i'm posting this in three parts cuz i couldn't stop at 100. sorry. hope you enjoy
Ron steps out of the shower with liquid blue eyes. Its not water running down his face anymore, its tears. Hot showers are like a rememberall to him. The quiet pitter of the water soothing his body as it sends his mind into overdrive. He wraps a towel around himself and walks down the hall. The pale gray paint shimmers under framed wizzard photographs. The tears begin to fall heavily, falling off his face only to hit his feet as he slowly makes his way down the hall of memories. That hall of love.
Together, always together: drabble 2 of 3janedoe_cFebruary 8 2007, 20:09:18 UTC
The hall where he first kissed his blonde, where he proposed to Draco. But the war took Draco from him, leaving him alone in a hall painted the exact shade of Draco’s eyes. The hall filled with photographs of a happy couple. Photographs of a redhead holding a blonde. The first thing he sees every morning is the sad smile on Draco’s face, the picture they had taken at Harry’s funeral. And as he walks down the hall, happier times bombard him. He leaves every day with happy thoughts. But at night, on nights like this, the last thing he sees is that last smile and the sorrow haunting Draco’s eyes.
Together, always together : drabble 3 of 3janedoe_cFebruary 8 2007, 20:09:51 UTC
He reaches his room and pulls the door open. He takes one last look at his love’s smile, his best feature as it was a very rare occasion for the world to see but permanently plastered when they were together. He lightly touches the glass of the picture and the sad Draco reaches out and places a pale hand against the other side of the glass. And for a moment, just a moment, it doesn’t hurt anymore. Ron walks into his room, their room, and lies down. He gathers Draco’s pillow and hugs it to his chest. It still smells of that extraordinary blonde man that completed his life, heart, and soul. But its gone now. Ron closes his eyes and falls asleep to meet his love in the next life. Together. Always together.
~*~ No one knows he nicked it. No one knows that he knows it exists, enough to want to nick it. It wasn’t his parents, or hers, so why?
He runs his fingers lightly over the faces, the smiles. He lingers briefly on the old man’s grey beard, the young woman’s red hair, the young man’s glasses, but moves on.
His fingers come to rest on a set of identical smirks that he never had a chance to see. Two smirks the loss of which took a piece of their sister with them.
For all of the faces, he practices. “V-V-Voldemort.” ~*~
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Sometimes, when they look at him from the frame, in a moment of levity before the end, they're smiling. Too often, though, they're focused on what's to come: Hermione, about to take down that bitch Bellatrix before she falls. Harry, about to need everything he has to finish the job.
Finally, Ron takes the photograph to Colin and has him freeze it when they're smiling. It still hurts to look, but he'd rather remember this.
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*sniff*
Oh, flora!!!
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Author: Janedoe_C
Team: Slash
Warning: angst
Notes: i'm posting this in three parts cuz i couldn't stop at 100. sorry. hope you enjoy
Ron steps out of the shower with liquid blue eyes. Its not water running down his face anymore, its tears. Hot showers are like a rememberall to him. The quiet pitter of the water soothing his body as it sends his mind into overdrive. He wraps a towel around himself and walks down the hall. The pale gray paint shimmers under framed wizzard photographs. The tears begin to fall heavily, falling off his face only to hit his feet as he slowly makes his way down the hall of memories. That hall of love.
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my friends were like : wha? why did you kill him? murderer!
i say: so he can go have his wicked way with draco.
they say: oh i c
*sigh* fic fans are crazy.
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Title - For Them
Warnings - None
~*~
No one knows he nicked it. No one knows that he knows it exists, enough to want to nick it. It wasn’t his parents, or hers, so why?
He runs his fingers lightly over the faces, the smiles. He lingers briefly on the old man’s grey beard, the young woman’s red hair, the young man’s glasses, but moves on.
His fingers come to rest on a set of identical smirks that he never had a chance to see. Two smirks the loss of which took a piece of their sister with them.
For all of the faces, he practices. “V-V-Voldemort.”
~*~
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