~~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 02:20 pm (UTC)see... I really did think he had put a live dragon around harry's neck. Not so like that, but had tried to... I don't know... kill him out of frustration?
yeah, yeah. I'm morbid.
But I adore that little drabble.
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Date: 2003-03-07 03:13 pm (UTC)oh, what's a love story without a homicidal dragon >:D<
*ponders* i can see the possibilities. *laughs* draco gets tired of having himself of crabbe/goyle do the "dirty work" so he charms this tiny dragon to go on this mission of no mercy, to kill harry (and thus no evidence).
but the dragon luuuuurves harry on first sight :D ahahahah *bounces*
draco is very pissed because that's -his- dragon, and how dare it like harry? he tries to peel it off harry after giving him some sort of sleeping potion to knock him out, but the dragon growls and huffs fireballs at draco, biting at draco's finger.
so really, the dragon is pissed at -draco-, because everyone -knows- both draco & dragon want haawwwyyy :D
hee! oh. i'm incorrigible :D
and eeeeeee~! you...read! and liked! fic! yeay :D