Immortality
So, I realized the other day going through Word that I write crap all of the time and never post any of it. I wrote this probably a year ago, but still like it. Thus, here it is.
Title: Immortality
Characters/Pairings: Quirrell, somewhat Quirrell/unicorn
Word Count: 283
Author's Notes: Takes place during First Year, rather obviously.
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The moon rises over the Forbidden Forest and sickly moonlight seeps through the trees.
A unicorn runs wildly, frantically through the brush spewed across the forest floor, Death falling quickly upon its heels. A jagged thorn from a poisonous magical plant mars the unicorn’s side and silver blood leaks out of its enchanted flesh, matting the animal’s gleaming hair and trailing to the ground, smoking like acid rain. The unicorn stumbles on hidden roots, slows its pace, gives Death time to rush upon its back.
The unicorn falls, legs magically broken, eyes wild in their sockets. Strained neighs escape like the hissing of a hooded figure, tail and eyes flashing in vain. Death comes nearer, reaches a hand tenderly towards the unicorn’s head, lovingly strokes the hair of its neck before sinking a blade into the soft hide. The unicorn screams its protest as the blade is dragged across its flesh, opening and deepening the wound.
Death’s quivering lips are near and they lap up the blood like warm milk. It traces Its tongue around the edges of the gash, feeling warm blood leak down onto its chin. The unicorn twitches its powerful body once, twice, then lays its head on the forest floor and does not move again.
Death sucks at the wound, drinking in the silver blood, feeling warmth course through Its body. It drinks until the gash is dry and kisses the neck of the unicorn once, runs Its hands down the animal’s flanks, feeling its essence dissipate with its death.
The moon is high in the sky as Quirrell wipes his mouth on the inside of his robes and walks back to Hogwarts, his hands stained with unicorn blood.
Title: Immortality
Characters/Pairings: Quirrell, somewhat Quirrell/unicorn
Word Count: 283
Author's Notes: Takes place during First Year, rather obviously.
***
The moon rises over the Forbidden Forest and sickly moonlight seeps through the trees.
A unicorn runs wildly, frantically through the brush spewed across the forest floor, Death falling quickly upon its heels. A jagged thorn from a poisonous magical plant mars the unicorn’s side and silver blood leaks out of its enchanted flesh, matting the animal’s gleaming hair and trailing to the ground, smoking like acid rain. The unicorn stumbles on hidden roots, slows its pace, gives Death time to rush upon its back.
The unicorn falls, legs magically broken, eyes wild in their sockets. Strained neighs escape like the hissing of a hooded figure, tail and eyes flashing in vain. Death comes nearer, reaches a hand tenderly towards the unicorn’s head, lovingly strokes the hair of its neck before sinking a blade into the soft hide. The unicorn screams its protest as the blade is dragged across its flesh, opening and deepening the wound.
Death’s quivering lips are near and they lap up the blood like warm milk. It traces Its tongue around the edges of the gash, feeling warm blood leak down onto its chin. The unicorn twitches its powerful body once, twice, then lays its head on the forest floor and does not move again.
Death sucks at the wound, drinking in the silver blood, feeling warmth course through Its body. It drinks until the gash is dry and kisses the neck of the unicorn once, runs Its hands down the animal’s flanks, feeling its essence dissipate with its death.
The moon is high in the sky as Quirrell wipes his mouth on the inside of his robes and walks back to Hogwarts, his hands stained with unicorn blood.