~~joining the teeny-tiny-ficlet craze
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reenkathis is just for fun, actually. just wrote it. don't expect roses or responses or anything, but i've just realized that i may as well -post- these stupid things i write, just like everyone else, because i've actually got like, five times the amount of fic i've posted, just sitting on my 'puter, 'cause it's not finished and may never be. so.
i don't care anyway. my last feedback 'bout the het story was, ``i likes. great job!" *cries*
i hate life. and.... really disappointing reviews. i feel like a 2nd-year elementary school student, with a gold star. here i am, lusting after these babies, and... and.... i mean... it'd be funnier if they said, "A plus!!!!!! U rite gud!!!!!!! Wow, you speak Ingliscsch languije nice!!!!" that would at least amuse me.
here's
~~in place.
You think you're drowning, but you don't know the half of it. You think you can touch me but you have barely scratched the surface layer of skin. You think you're right, but you're just mumbling in your sleep.
Your mouth seeks out mine when you sleep, your hair falling into your eyes, your expression so innocent and trusting and stupid. I pause, just to stare at you, to marvel at your weakness. The way you belong to me. I can't stand it. I could push you away, I know it, but then you would go. You've got pride. Spirit. Courage, they say. You will do what you have to, but then, so will I.
I brush back your hair from your face, and imagine a moment when that would make me smile. You'd washed up, near enough to death that even I barely recognized you. You still don't remember, not all of it. I contemplate telling you, but that would end the game, wouldn't it. I know you've forgotten a lot, but you've got your principles, still, of that I'm certain. I can see you trying to wake up, to break free, like you know you're someone else, are meant to be doing something else, and it's just a matter of time before you know who that person is, and what he's supposed to be doing. More and more, you'd forgotten I existed, in your newfound dedication to the Cause. It only took one ounce of admiration seeping in to make me remember why I hated you, but then, I was never masochistic.
You wrap your arm around my chest and smile contentedly in your sleep. You don't look a thing like yourself anymore, and sometimes I wonder if this is all a mistake, and you're not really Harry Potter at all, and there's someone who looks just like you, except he'd kick me right now and scream bloody murder, someone who's laying like this, smiling like this, next to that red-headed girl with the shy smile and the iron will. I nearly convince myself and then you crack one eye open, still not really awake and mutter something that sounds like, "Malfoy, gotosleepalready, you dolt."
Doubting you takes energy I'm starting to have less and less of. I realize that this drowning thing is really a grand old irony, you see. It's not like I'd saved you. We'd just switched places.
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i don't care anyway. my last feedback 'bout the het story was, ``i likes. great job!" *cries*
i hate life. and.... really disappointing reviews. i feel like a 2nd-year elementary school student, with a gold star. here i am, lusting after these babies, and... and.... i mean... it'd be funnier if they said, "A plus!!!!!! U rite gud!!!!!!! Wow, you speak Ingliscsch languije nice!!!!" that would at least amuse me.
here's
~~in place.
You think you're drowning, but you don't know the half of it. You think you can touch me but you have barely scratched the surface layer of skin. You think you're right, but you're just mumbling in your sleep.
Your mouth seeks out mine when you sleep, your hair falling into your eyes, your expression so innocent and trusting and stupid. I pause, just to stare at you, to marvel at your weakness. The way you belong to me. I can't stand it. I could push you away, I know it, but then you would go. You've got pride. Spirit. Courage, they say. You will do what you have to, but then, so will I.
I brush back your hair from your face, and imagine a moment when that would make me smile. You'd washed up, near enough to death that even I barely recognized you. You still don't remember, not all of it. I contemplate telling you, but that would end the game, wouldn't it. I know you've forgotten a lot, but you've got your principles, still, of that I'm certain. I can see you trying to wake up, to break free, like you know you're someone else, are meant to be doing something else, and it's just a matter of time before you know who that person is, and what he's supposed to be doing. More and more, you'd forgotten I existed, in your newfound dedication to the Cause. It only took one ounce of admiration seeping in to make me remember why I hated you, but then, I was never masochistic.
You wrap your arm around my chest and smile contentedly in your sleep. You don't look a thing like yourself anymore, and sometimes I wonder if this is all a mistake, and you're not really Harry Potter at all, and there's someone who looks just like you, except he'd kick me right now and scream bloody murder, someone who's laying like this, smiling like this, next to that red-headed girl with the shy smile and the iron will. I nearly convince myself and then you crack one eye open, still not really awake and mutter something that sounds like, "Malfoy, gotosleepalready, you dolt."
Doubting you takes energy I'm starting to have less and less of. I realize that this drowning thing is really a grand old irony, you see. It's not like I'd saved you. We'd just switched places.
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Date: 2002-09-14 04:26 am (UTC)i'll be reading your het story, truly. this coming monday is for cleaning (oh, my dishes... :weeps:), and tuesday is for catching up on all of my mail, lj stuff, and fics i'm keeping track of. oh, and writing. er. @_@
that said: i lik ur fik. :giggles:
no, really. this is really cool, even if it leaves me straining at the edges, grasping for the continuation that just *has* to be there. i mean, it works as a short ficlet, but the reader is left with so many questions that- well, *i* want to know more. and i really love your draco. write more?
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Date: 2002-09-14 09:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-09-14 09:41 am (UTC)``my draco"! i've arrived ~:D i have my own personal draco~:)
but of course. i'm Keeper of Malfoy's Chihuahua, see (http://www.livejournal.com/talkread.bml?journal=ztrin&itemid=14517)? *is proud*
ahem. well you know how it is. all dressed up, but no plot to go to (bad, over-done amnesia plot, anyway)~:)
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Date: 2002-09-14 09:49 am (UTC)i really -wasn't- expecting anyone to bother, so this is like, a complete bonus, considering i wrote it in like, what, 10 minutes or less?
*wonders if she'd get more readers if she only wrote things in bite-sized pieces* hmmm... i guess i should try again with that polyjuiced-nevilled-having-sex-with-draco-as-harry thing, since -that- sure would kill me to expand upon ~:)
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Date: 2002-09-14 07:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-09-14 09:24 pm (UTC)and thanks.
let me assure you any resemblance to persons fictional and hot, is purely accidental ^_^;;
i never know what my mind will think of next. thus can't tell if i'll continue it, and if i do, whether it'll expand or completely overrule any plot that seems to now exist -_-
er. but yeah, i guess i have, already ~:)
~reena
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Date: 2003-11-07 05:18 am (UTC)i love it. it's sweet without losing malfoy's voice, and calm - it makes me warm and want a pillow to rest on very badly. like a daydream i would have while lying on the sofa and staring up at the plaster of my ceiling: a brief little visit into a romantic, simple world.