~~drabble.
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reenkathis didn't take long. well, i'd -hope- so, since it's exactly 100 words. (yeay me!)
it's v. v. hard for me to write short stuff that's self-contained. i mean, i can write short, it's just not going to have a middle or an end. so i'm kind of happy with myself, here. i edited and whittled it down, so here it goes.
break up (and get them back together) challenge 100-word drabble for veela~:)
disclaimer: not mine.
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~simplicity~
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He knew all about the simplicity of the inevitable. He wasn't desperate
anymore. One of them would have resented the other eventually, if either
had given in.
They were always walking away, unable to share the same space without
drawing borders, fighting for territory.
They were always separate, together or apart.
There wasn't much of anything either of them could do about what they
needed.
Space.
It didn't mean what it used to. It couldn't.
Once again, he'd left his broomstick where it lay, his clothes neatly
folded, his namesake hanging around Harry's neck.
The inevitability of borders aside, so was their crossing.
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it's v. v. hard for me to write short stuff that's self-contained. i mean, i can write short, it's just not going to have a middle or an end. so i'm kind of happy with myself, here. i edited and whittled it down, so here it goes.
break up (and get them back together) challenge 100-word drabble for veela~:)
disclaimer: not mine.
~~~~~~~~~
~simplicity~
~~~~~~~~~
He knew all about the simplicity of the inevitable. He wasn't desperate
anymore. One of them would have resented the other eventually, if either
had given in.
They were always walking away, unable to share the same space without
drawing borders, fighting for territory.
They were always separate, together or apart.
There wasn't much of anything either of them could do about what they
needed.
Space.
It didn't mean what it used to. It couldn't.
Once again, he'd left his broomstick where it lay, his clothes neatly
folded, his namesake hanging around Harry's neck.
The inevitability of borders aside, so was their crossing.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Date: 2003-03-07 08:50 am (UTC)*cracks up*
wow. it never ceases to amaze me, the sorts of things the same sentence could be taken as >:D<
i guess i -was- being uber-abstract (sort of) for the rest of it, but that one bit was meant to ground it. ahaha. i love that. fire-breathing snappy traces :D
*giggles*
i can't even wrap my mind around around it, but. yah. he was being strangled by luuuurve :D