On light and darkness (Tom/Ginny)
Title: On light and darkness
Author: mores0ul
Characters: Tom/Ginny
CD & Song: Gone by Esthero feat. Cee-Lo
Rating: K
Disclaimer: I have a cold, that's about it.
Author’s note: Hip, hip, hoorays for my beta hereticpoetry, who had to put up with my present/past tense confusion and caffeine-induced writings. =) This is AU, as usual.
There was almost nothing worse than total darkness.
The darkness was so complete and so absolute, that Tom couldn’t remember a time before such gloom. His prison cell soon turned into his security - his protection against everything outside. Eventually, days melted into weeks; weeks melted into years…all blending together in a blur. Time meant almost nothing in this all-enveloping void. Almost.
The door to his cell creaked open, and Tom shielded his eyes from the piercing light that rushed in. As he waited for his eyes to adjust, he stared at the opposite wall and focused on the shadowy outline of a woman. The woman slammed the door shut, returning his cell to its blessed darkness. Tom listened wearily to the approaching footsteps and he closed his eyes, wishing yet again that it would all go away.
The footsteps stopped abruptly in front of the cot he was sitting on. The silence hung heavily in the air, but he still wouldn’t open his eyes. He was almost willing her to go away.
“Hello, Tom.” The words were barely whispered, but they cut through the silence like a knife.
“Why do you keep coming back, Ginevra?” A resigned Tom finally asked. He suddenly felt tired, oh so very tired.
Ginny remained silent. She had been visiting Tom in Azkaban every week for the past two years; since the end of the Second War, which had stripped Tom of his magic and his freedom. Every week he would ask her the same question, and every week she could not provide an answer. She knew she was there because she still loved him, and she couldn’t - wouldn’t¬ - move on. But declarations of love and devotions would mean nothing to him now. It wouldn’t change the situation; it wouldn’t take away the hurt. Those were words better left unsaid.
And so she stayed silent, thinking of her life, of everything that had accumulated to this single point in time. She wanted to tell him many things - of her week, of her job, of how much she still loves him. But she doesn’t - she simply can’t, because even though she was standing right in front of him, she knew that they were truly separated by deceit, betrayal, two wars, and one too many lies.
Swallowing the lump in her throat, Ginny took one last look at Tom before turning to leave. Tom remained motionless as the door slammed shut, leaving him alone again with his shadows. With a heavy heart, he listened to Ginny’s fading footsteps. He realized then that she needed those visits as much as he did. For a split second though, he wished that she would just keep walking and never look back.
The only thing worse that total darkness was catching glimpses of light - glimpses of the happiness that he would never possess. He laughed a mirthless laugh as he listened to the dementors howling outside his cell. They were waiting to feed on his happiness, but Tom had no happy memories to give.
So why would you stay if it’s killing us both just to be here?
There’s no more room to grow and you won’t find yourself til’ you leave me
It’s a beautiful world outside these walls, and I love you too much to hold you down
With my light shine, and it’s blinding you so…
So, don't complicate it
I don't have it in me to hate you
I was meant to be your freedom, freedom
Go on, get away
Leave me be
'Cause I don't want to see your face around here
Author: mores0ul
Characters: Tom/Ginny
CD & Song: Gone by Esthero feat. Cee-Lo
Rating: K
Disclaimer: I have a cold, that's about it.
Author’s note: Hip, hip, hoorays for my beta hereticpoetry, who had to put up with my present/past tense confusion and caffeine-induced writings. =) This is AU, as usual.
There was almost nothing worse than total darkness.
The darkness was so complete and so absolute, that Tom couldn’t remember a time before such gloom. His prison cell soon turned into his security - his protection against everything outside. Eventually, days melted into weeks; weeks melted into years…all blending together in a blur. Time meant almost nothing in this all-enveloping void. Almost.
The door to his cell creaked open, and Tom shielded his eyes from the piercing light that rushed in. As he waited for his eyes to adjust, he stared at the opposite wall and focused on the shadowy outline of a woman. The woman slammed the door shut, returning his cell to its blessed darkness. Tom listened wearily to the approaching footsteps and he closed his eyes, wishing yet again that it would all go away.
The footsteps stopped abruptly in front of the cot he was sitting on. The silence hung heavily in the air, but he still wouldn’t open his eyes. He was almost willing her to go away.
“Hello, Tom.” The words were barely whispered, but they cut through the silence like a knife.
“Why do you keep coming back, Ginevra?” A resigned Tom finally asked. He suddenly felt tired, oh so very tired.
Ginny remained silent. She had been visiting Tom in Azkaban every week for the past two years; since the end of the Second War, which had stripped Tom of his magic and his freedom. Every week he would ask her the same question, and every week she could not provide an answer. She knew she was there because she still loved him, and she couldn’t - wouldn’t¬ - move on. But declarations of love and devotions would mean nothing to him now. It wouldn’t change the situation; it wouldn’t take away the hurt. Those were words better left unsaid.
And so she stayed silent, thinking of her life, of everything that had accumulated to this single point in time. She wanted to tell him many things - of her week, of her job, of how much she still loves him. But she doesn’t - she simply can’t, because even though she was standing right in front of him, she knew that they were truly separated by deceit, betrayal, two wars, and one too many lies.
Swallowing the lump in her throat, Ginny took one last look at Tom before turning to leave. Tom remained motionless as the door slammed shut, leaving him alone again with his shadows. With a heavy heart, he listened to Ginny’s fading footsteps. He realized then that she needed those visits as much as he did. For a split second though, he wished that she would just keep walking and never look back.
The only thing worse that total darkness was catching glimpses of light - glimpses of the happiness that he would never possess. He laughed a mirthless laugh as he listened to the dementors howling outside his cell. They were waiting to feed on his happiness, but Tom had no happy memories to give.
So why would you stay if it’s killing us both just to be here?
There’s no more room to grow and you won’t find yourself til’ you leave me
It’s a beautiful world outside these walls, and I love you too much to hold you down
With my light shine, and it’s blinding you so…
So, don't complicate it
I don't have it in me to hate you
I was meant to be your freedom, freedom
Go on, get away
Leave me be
'Cause I don't want to see your face around here