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Title: The Return
Authors: Ru and Fru
Pairings: H/D
Rating: R
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saladbats, darkasphodel and fireelemental79
Summary: I fought the urge to crumple the letter in my fist. It might as well have been from me. To me it was a setback, a problem to be overcome, but to him? To him it was my farewell.
Disclaimer: Characters are so not belonging to us. Damn it all.
Universe and chapter listing:
Six Days at the Villa
At Night
The Dance (aka Six Hours)
(It would help to read these for this new part to make sense.)
Notes: Fru was and continues to be a joy to work with on this universe. Thanks so much for all your help and marvelous writing, lovely! *kiss* And so, from the two of us, we hope you enjoy this offering, and yes, there will be more!
...
Telephone poles whipped past, too thin to block the sunlight; scenery washed by in greens and golds. The glass of the train’s window felt cold against my palm, the heat of the countryside locked outside under the blaze. Hills rolled across my vision like serpentine humps moving through a sea of tan grass.
I turned to watch the shadows play over his eyelids. He slept with his lips parted, hair drifting across his forehead. One hand curled around his armrest. He was not touching me, and I wondered if maybe it was intentional.
~*~
“You should go.” He spoke softly as he poured the coffee. I stubbornly kept my eyes on his bare toes, the sunbeam on the floor just short of touching them.
“I’m staying. I promised you,” I answered, glancing at the scattered pages of the letter.
He returned the coffee pot to the counter, and then made his way back to me, sighing. I closed my eyes when I felt his warm fingers brush along the tops of my shoulders. “Harry, promises made in the throes of passion…”
“I meant every word,” I said, firmly, wishing he’d drop the subject. “Don’t you remember how they treated you?” I clenched my jaw and stared into my cooling coffee. He lowered himself to his knees, waiting until I met his eyes.
“I know, but people are dying.”
I opened my mouth, but found I could not argue it. His eyes were so gray, flecked with black. His face looked tight. Resigned. It left a sour taste on my tongue.
“I’m not leaving you here,” I said, and my voice was flatter than I’d tried for. But it told me more about how serious I was than I had been able to tell myself. I rose, taking my coffee cup with me, and left the room. He said my name once, but I kept moving through the living room, opening the door to the veranda. Once outside, I leaned on the railing and closed my eyes. The steady breeze teased my hair and left my skin cool.
~*~
The shadows from outside the train flickered so fast my eyes could not follow their path over his features. I reached out to brush the hair away from his face as he slept, but stopped myself before making contact. It had been a long day and I didn’t want to wake him. I pulled my hand back and slouched against my seat. Someone in the next compartment was smoking a cigar, the rich aroma taking my mind back to Italy, back to the vineyard workers near the villa, back before that damned letter.
Back to when I wasn’t afraid to touch him.
I wanted the tension gone, wanted to take back the bitter words that were never meant for him, the words I wanted to throw at the closed-minded bigots who had forced him away the first time. Less than a year together, and already the Ministry was a sore spot between us. I was starting to think we’d never be free.
He murmured next to me and shifted. It was easy to watch him sleep, had been from the day he’d first arrived. It had only been for a second, but I could remember the sigh he gave as he let himself down onto the guest bed that day. I didn’t think I’d ever heard a sound like that.
I stared at the letter in my hands, turning it over and over. The words were little black spiders crawling across the parchment. Poisonous. He hadn’t even read the letter when I handed it to him. Just glanced at it and nudged it aside with his fingertips. I was glad, in a way. To him it might have just been a piece of paper. But to me it was a thing, reminding him of what he tried to leave behind, and failed.
I hated it.
The light from outside traveled over his features and he frowned in his sleep. His lips parted and a word issued from them. My name.
I wondered if I was wrong. Maybe to him it wasn’t just a piece of paper. Suddenly the letter looked like it belonged in my hands, as if I had been the one holding the quill to write it.
As if I had been the one to condemn him.
For the thousandth time, I fought the urge to crumple the letter in my fist. It might as well have been from me. To me it was a setback, a problem to be overcome, but to him? To him it was my farewell.
~*~
He followed me out to the veranda. I moved to the opposite end and stared off over the rows of vines like a spoilt child. When his arms came around I allowed it, but remained still.
“They let you go on a nice, long holiday, Harry. That’s all it was,” he said softly, resting his chin on my shoulder. ”You had to know they’d come calling the moment they stumbled into something they couldn’t control.” He wasn’t being very subtle with his distraction. Even as his words were causing my mood to frost over, his hands were rubbing slow circles over my chest and stomach, making me want to focus only on his touch, his scent. My hand moved on its own to join with one of his. Our fingers locked together.
“As much as I hate to admit it,” Draco sighed, “your name, face, scar…they believe it all belongs to them.”
“Don’t you think I know that?”
“So take back your life, Harry, and go, but not for them. Rush in and save some good people.”
“Until the next time.”
“You can’t hide here with me forever.”
I dropped his hand and tried to move out of his grasp. “I’m not hiding!”
He backed up a step, and blinked. “But you’re running, I know you are.”
I headed for the doors, done with being accused.
“Wait. Harry, I didn’t mean—”
The doors flew open. “I need to think!”
The glass shattered behind me. I refused to turn around.
~*~
I walked down the road until a taxi sent a wave of dust into my eyes and hair. The sun burned at my back and the air smelled cleaner than it should have in the heat of summer. There were mirages rising off the road in the distance, but my thoughts would not go anywhere but behind me.
The hours slid by like the tide, pulling itself out to sea. Rich sunlight on the fields, brightening into midday, then lowering into dusk; it brought his hair to my mind, the different colors it became throughout the day. White gold, burnished a near red by the light. I trailed my fingers through the wheat on the roadside and it was not as soft as his hair.
His words beat a tattoo in my brain until I could no longer see around them. All I could hear was his conviction.
I bit my lip hard enough to make it bleed, but then the thought of what had prompted the letter pushed everything else away. I had to stop and breathe more than once.
The villa was dark when I returned. I could smell the sweet spice of what he’d eaten for dinner from the kitchen. The night breeze coaxed the chimes into a muffled jingle through the closed windows. I climbed the stairs, recalling every creak.
He was asleep, arm curled against his side. My side of the bed looked whitewashed and bare in the moonlight. He seemed to shy away from it, the sheets falling over his shoulders in soft waves. I swallowed.
I lifted the sheet and climbed into bed, settling myself against his body. The thin covering had managed to trap his body heat and it rose against me. He stirred and I kissed him on the mouth.
Grey eyes opened, bleary. “Harry?”
I shook my head and nudged him onto his back. He blinked and rubbed a hand over his face. I kissed him again and his breathing hitched. “Harry, what are you—”
“I’m not hiding.”
He frowned and I could see he wasn’t fully awake. “I—”
“I don’t want you to think of me like that,” I said against his mouth. He shook his head, touched my arm. I stroked down his side and he shuddered. His body was rising to my touches, but still he looked at me. I threaded fingers through his hair and it was more perfect than any wheat. “You were right, but not about that.”
His face flinched as if I’d struck him. He swallowed and his expression cleared, but it was burned into my mind. He spoke and his voice was much too calm. “Then you should go.”
I kissed his cheeks, let my hand drift lower, and he arched. His fingernails burned against my back. “You want me to go?”
His eyes flickered shut, but then he was looking past me, over my shoulder. He nodded. I frowned. Moved my body against him. “Draco--” His jaw clenched and before I knew it, his head was shaking.
“Don’t ask me that, Harry.”
“Draco, what do you want?” His body was growing slick, moving against mine on its own. He kissed at my mouth, trying for silence, but I pulled back and his face looked so injured I caught my breath.
“Draco.” I touched his cheek and he turned his head away.
“Don’t, Harry, please don’t.”
“Draco, tell me what you—”
“I don’t want you to go!” It burst out in a gasp and he shut his eyes and thrust upward. “Oh gods, I don’t want you to l-leave me—” His voice caught and I saw a tear slide from beneath a closed eyelid. His face twisted. One pale hand climbed to cover his face and he went limp in my grasp.
I stared down at him in the painful silence.
I lifted my arm to touch him, but he saw my intention through the space between his fingers. He rolled away from me without a word and tugged at the damp cotton sheet. My heart ached as I watched a shudder roll across his shoulders, ashamed to know that I was the cause.
"I'm so sorry," I whispered, trailing my unsteady fingers across his shoulder blades. He shivered, but didn't pull away further.
"Did you hear what you wanted?" he said weakly into the shadows.
"Draco—" I moved forward and brushed my lips against the freckled curve of his shoulder. He uncovered his face and sent a guarded glance in my direction. The moonlight in his wet eyes took my breath away. I pressed in behind him. "Believe me, you're the real reason I don't want to go. Leaving you is the last thing I want."
He reached back for my hand and pulled it around him.
"People are in danger, Harry, and I want to keep you here with me. Hardly a noble gesture." His thumb rubbed slowly against mine. I nudged my face into his hair and took a deep breath.
"Then we'll both go."
He turned in my arms and stared with wide eyes.
"What did you say?"
My fingers moved under his chin as I lowered my mouth to his for a brief kiss.
"Come with me."
~*~
“Harry?”
I looked away from the window. His eyes were open, hazed with sleep. He curled in his seat, angled toward me, but I immediately saw the space between us.
I touched his temple with one finger. “Did you sleep well?”
He lifted one shoulder and let it drop. “As well as can be expected.”
I nodded and held out one hand. His eyes fell to it. A quiet breath. Then he leaned closer, settling his side against mine. His body felt sleep-warmed. I closed my eyes and breathed.
“How long until we transfer?” he asked.
I rested my cheek on the soft tow of his hair and stared at the deepening twilight. Purples and blues, so unlike the burnished skies in the Florentine. “Three hours, at least.”
He shifted and his weight grew heavier at my side. “Harry.”
“Hmm.”
“When we arrive…” He stopped and I pulled back to look at him. A shadow flickered in his irises and for an instant I thought I was looking at someone else.
“What?”
He shrugged, turned his gaze away. “Just… I don’t know if I—”
I touched his face, suddenly eager for that shadow to be gone. It was familiar, old. Discomfiting. “Draco?”
His eyes closed and he rested his cheek on my shoulder. A tiny shiver went through his limbs. “It doesn’t matter.”
"Please tell me?" I watched my thumb make a slow path over his eyelids. He turned into my touch but stayed silent for a few more moments. I waited. It was all I could do.
When he finally sat up straight and open his eyes, I cursed myself for the sadness I saw just under the half-smile. He laced his fingers with mine and took a deep breath.
"My last day at the Ministry when--well you were there, you saw what happened."
I nodded, wondering where this conversation was leading. "But I'll be with…" I started, but he raised his hand and continued.
"They're going to see you, Harry, with me, and then the whole world will know by morning that you and I are…" He paused for a breath, running fingers through his hair quickly. "It's going to make your job harder, throw you back into the spotlight you hate, and possibly put you in more danger than you would be in if you showed up alone."
"I don't care about that, as long as…"
"No, Harry. This is what I'm trying to say." He rubbed at his forehead. "It's not going to be like what we had at the villa," he said slowly, staring through me.
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying we should keep our relationship a secret, just make up some other explanation of why you and I are traveling together, and decide on why you would want me on your team for this mission."
I looked at the man I loved, but no longer recognized. He was waiting for my response, waiting for me to agree to his plan, but I couldn't form the words. My jaw ached and something in my chest was closing around my lungs.
His face softened as he watched me. In the next moment, his cool palms were cupping my cheeks.
"I'll still be yours, Harry. I still love you, but this is the best way to protect what we have."
The words still wouldn't come. My heart ached to tell him how wrong he was.
"Do you trust me?" Draco asked, pulling me in for a brush of a kiss.
I nodded, my heart breaking with the silent admission.
He gave me a warm smile, dropped his hands from my face, and curled up against me like he had done earlier. Two tears that I couldn't hold back melted instantly into his soft hair. Silence fell between us, lasting until the sharp whistle signaled our arrival to the station.
....
FIN
Authors: Ru and Fru
Pairings: H/D
Rating: R
Betas:
saladbats, darkasphodel and fireelemental79 Summary: I fought the urge to crumple the letter in my fist. It might as well have been from me. To me it was a setback, a problem to be overcome, but to him? To him it was my farewell.
Disclaimer: Characters are so not belonging to us. Damn it all.
Universe and chapter listing:
Six Days at the Villa
At Night
The Dance (aka Six Hours)
(It would help to read these for this new part to make sense.)
Notes: Fru was and continues to be a joy to work with on this universe. Thanks so much for all your help and marvelous writing, lovely! *kiss* And so, from the two of us, we hope you enjoy this offering, and yes, there will be more!
...
Telephone poles whipped past, too thin to block the sunlight; scenery washed by in greens and golds. The glass of the train’s window felt cold against my palm, the heat of the countryside locked outside under the blaze. Hills rolled across my vision like serpentine humps moving through a sea of tan grass.
I turned to watch the shadows play over his eyelids. He slept with his lips parted, hair drifting across his forehead. One hand curled around his armrest. He was not touching me, and I wondered if maybe it was intentional.
~*~
“You should go.” He spoke softly as he poured the coffee. I stubbornly kept my eyes on his bare toes, the sunbeam on the floor just short of touching them.
“I’m staying. I promised you,” I answered, glancing at the scattered pages of the letter.
He returned the coffee pot to the counter, and then made his way back to me, sighing. I closed my eyes when I felt his warm fingers brush along the tops of my shoulders. “Harry, promises made in the throes of passion…”
“I meant every word,” I said, firmly, wishing he’d drop the subject. “Don’t you remember how they treated you?” I clenched my jaw and stared into my cooling coffee. He lowered himself to his knees, waiting until I met his eyes.
“I know, but people are dying.”
I opened my mouth, but found I could not argue it. His eyes were so gray, flecked with black. His face looked tight. Resigned. It left a sour taste on my tongue.
“I’m not leaving you here,” I said, and my voice was flatter than I’d tried for. But it told me more about how serious I was than I had been able to tell myself. I rose, taking my coffee cup with me, and left the room. He said my name once, but I kept moving through the living room, opening the door to the veranda. Once outside, I leaned on the railing and closed my eyes. The steady breeze teased my hair and left my skin cool.
~*~
The shadows from outside the train flickered so fast my eyes could not follow their path over his features. I reached out to brush the hair away from his face as he slept, but stopped myself before making contact. It had been a long day and I didn’t want to wake him. I pulled my hand back and slouched against my seat. Someone in the next compartment was smoking a cigar, the rich aroma taking my mind back to Italy, back to the vineyard workers near the villa, back before that damned letter.
Back to when I wasn’t afraid to touch him.
I wanted the tension gone, wanted to take back the bitter words that were never meant for him, the words I wanted to throw at the closed-minded bigots who had forced him away the first time. Less than a year together, and already the Ministry was a sore spot between us. I was starting to think we’d never be free.
He murmured next to me and shifted. It was easy to watch him sleep, had been from the day he’d first arrived. It had only been for a second, but I could remember the sigh he gave as he let himself down onto the guest bed that day. I didn’t think I’d ever heard a sound like that.
I stared at the letter in my hands, turning it over and over. The words were little black spiders crawling across the parchment. Poisonous. He hadn’t even read the letter when I handed it to him. Just glanced at it and nudged it aside with his fingertips. I was glad, in a way. To him it might have just been a piece of paper. But to me it was a thing, reminding him of what he tried to leave behind, and failed.
I hated it.
The light from outside traveled over his features and he frowned in his sleep. His lips parted and a word issued from them. My name.
I wondered if I was wrong. Maybe to him it wasn’t just a piece of paper. Suddenly the letter looked like it belonged in my hands, as if I had been the one holding the quill to write it.
As if I had been the one to condemn him.
For the thousandth time, I fought the urge to crumple the letter in my fist. It might as well have been from me. To me it was a setback, a problem to be overcome, but to him? To him it was my farewell.
~*~
He followed me out to the veranda. I moved to the opposite end and stared off over the rows of vines like a spoilt child. When his arms came around I allowed it, but remained still.
“They let you go on a nice, long holiday, Harry. That’s all it was,” he said softly, resting his chin on my shoulder. ”You had to know they’d come calling the moment they stumbled into something they couldn’t control.” He wasn’t being very subtle with his distraction. Even as his words were causing my mood to frost over, his hands were rubbing slow circles over my chest and stomach, making me want to focus only on his touch, his scent. My hand moved on its own to join with one of his. Our fingers locked together.
“As much as I hate to admit it,” Draco sighed, “your name, face, scar…they believe it all belongs to them.”
“Don’t you think I know that?”
“So take back your life, Harry, and go, but not for them. Rush in and save some good people.”
“Until the next time.”
“You can’t hide here with me forever.”
I dropped his hand and tried to move out of his grasp. “I’m not hiding!”
He backed up a step, and blinked. “But you’re running, I know you are.”
I headed for the doors, done with being accused.
“Wait. Harry, I didn’t mean—”
The doors flew open. “I need to think!”
The glass shattered behind me. I refused to turn around.
~*~
I walked down the road until a taxi sent a wave of dust into my eyes and hair. The sun burned at my back and the air smelled cleaner than it should have in the heat of summer. There were mirages rising off the road in the distance, but my thoughts would not go anywhere but behind me.
The hours slid by like the tide, pulling itself out to sea. Rich sunlight on the fields, brightening into midday, then lowering into dusk; it brought his hair to my mind, the different colors it became throughout the day. White gold, burnished a near red by the light. I trailed my fingers through the wheat on the roadside and it was not as soft as his hair.
His words beat a tattoo in my brain until I could no longer see around them. All I could hear was his conviction.
I bit my lip hard enough to make it bleed, but then the thought of what had prompted the letter pushed everything else away. I had to stop and breathe more than once.
The villa was dark when I returned. I could smell the sweet spice of what he’d eaten for dinner from the kitchen. The night breeze coaxed the chimes into a muffled jingle through the closed windows. I climbed the stairs, recalling every creak.
He was asleep, arm curled against his side. My side of the bed looked whitewashed and bare in the moonlight. He seemed to shy away from it, the sheets falling over his shoulders in soft waves. I swallowed.
I lifted the sheet and climbed into bed, settling myself against his body. The thin covering had managed to trap his body heat and it rose against me. He stirred and I kissed him on the mouth.
Grey eyes opened, bleary. “Harry?”
I shook my head and nudged him onto his back. He blinked and rubbed a hand over his face. I kissed him again and his breathing hitched. “Harry, what are you—”
“I’m not hiding.”
He frowned and I could see he wasn’t fully awake. “I—”
“I don’t want you to think of me like that,” I said against his mouth. He shook his head, touched my arm. I stroked down his side and he shuddered. His body was rising to my touches, but still he looked at me. I threaded fingers through his hair and it was more perfect than any wheat. “You were right, but not about that.”
His face flinched as if I’d struck him. He swallowed and his expression cleared, but it was burned into my mind. He spoke and his voice was much too calm. “Then you should go.”
I kissed his cheeks, let my hand drift lower, and he arched. His fingernails burned against my back. “You want me to go?”
His eyes flickered shut, but then he was looking past me, over my shoulder. He nodded. I frowned. Moved my body against him. “Draco--” His jaw clenched and before I knew it, his head was shaking.
“Don’t ask me that, Harry.”
“Draco, what do you want?” His body was growing slick, moving against mine on its own. He kissed at my mouth, trying for silence, but I pulled back and his face looked so injured I caught my breath.
“Draco.” I touched his cheek and he turned his head away.
“Don’t, Harry, please don’t.”
“Draco, tell me what you—”
“I don’t want you to go!” It burst out in a gasp and he shut his eyes and thrust upward. “Oh gods, I don’t want you to l-leave me—” His voice caught and I saw a tear slide from beneath a closed eyelid. His face twisted. One pale hand climbed to cover his face and he went limp in my grasp.
I stared down at him in the painful silence.
I lifted my arm to touch him, but he saw my intention through the space between his fingers. He rolled away from me without a word and tugged at the damp cotton sheet. My heart ached as I watched a shudder roll across his shoulders, ashamed to know that I was the cause.
"I'm so sorry," I whispered, trailing my unsteady fingers across his shoulder blades. He shivered, but didn't pull away further.
"Did you hear what you wanted?" he said weakly into the shadows.
"Draco—" I moved forward and brushed my lips against the freckled curve of his shoulder. He uncovered his face and sent a guarded glance in my direction. The moonlight in his wet eyes took my breath away. I pressed in behind him. "Believe me, you're the real reason I don't want to go. Leaving you is the last thing I want."
He reached back for my hand and pulled it around him.
"People are in danger, Harry, and I want to keep you here with me. Hardly a noble gesture." His thumb rubbed slowly against mine. I nudged my face into his hair and took a deep breath.
"Then we'll both go."
He turned in my arms and stared with wide eyes.
"What did you say?"
My fingers moved under his chin as I lowered my mouth to his for a brief kiss.
"Come with me."
~*~
“Harry?”
I looked away from the window. His eyes were open, hazed with sleep. He curled in his seat, angled toward me, but I immediately saw the space between us.
I touched his temple with one finger. “Did you sleep well?”
He lifted one shoulder and let it drop. “As well as can be expected.”
I nodded and held out one hand. His eyes fell to it. A quiet breath. Then he leaned closer, settling his side against mine. His body felt sleep-warmed. I closed my eyes and breathed.
“How long until we transfer?” he asked.
I rested my cheek on the soft tow of his hair and stared at the deepening twilight. Purples and blues, so unlike the burnished skies in the Florentine. “Three hours, at least.”
He shifted and his weight grew heavier at my side. “Harry.”
“Hmm.”
“When we arrive…” He stopped and I pulled back to look at him. A shadow flickered in his irises and for an instant I thought I was looking at someone else.
“What?”
He shrugged, turned his gaze away. “Just… I don’t know if I—”
I touched his face, suddenly eager for that shadow to be gone. It was familiar, old. Discomfiting. “Draco?”
His eyes closed and he rested his cheek on my shoulder. A tiny shiver went through his limbs. “It doesn’t matter.”
"Please tell me?" I watched my thumb make a slow path over his eyelids. He turned into my touch but stayed silent for a few more moments. I waited. It was all I could do.
When he finally sat up straight and open his eyes, I cursed myself for the sadness I saw just under the half-smile. He laced his fingers with mine and took a deep breath.
"My last day at the Ministry when--well you were there, you saw what happened."
I nodded, wondering where this conversation was leading. "But I'll be with…" I started, but he raised his hand and continued.
"They're going to see you, Harry, with me, and then the whole world will know by morning that you and I are…" He paused for a breath, running fingers through his hair quickly. "It's going to make your job harder, throw you back into the spotlight you hate, and possibly put you in more danger than you would be in if you showed up alone."
"I don't care about that, as long as…"
"No, Harry. This is what I'm trying to say." He rubbed at his forehead. "It's not going to be like what we had at the villa," he said slowly, staring through me.
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying we should keep our relationship a secret, just make up some other explanation of why you and I are traveling together, and decide on why you would want me on your team for this mission."
I looked at the man I loved, but no longer recognized. He was waiting for my response, waiting for me to agree to his plan, but I couldn't form the words. My jaw ached and something in my chest was closing around my lungs.
His face softened as he watched me. In the next moment, his cool palms were cupping my cheeks.
"I'll still be yours, Harry. I still love you, but this is the best way to protect what we have."
The words still wouldn't come. My heart ached to tell him how wrong he was.
"Do you trust me?" Draco asked, pulling me in for a brush of a kiss.
I nodded, my heart breaking with the silent admission.
He gave me a warm smile, dropped his hands from my face, and curled up against me like he had done earlier. Two tears that I couldn't hold back melted instantly into his soft hair. Silence fell between us, lasting until the sharp whistle signaled our arrival to the station.
....
FIN
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Date: 2005-08-27 04:04 pm (UTC)From:I wish I could think of more inteligent things to say about your writing, other than how the beauty of it amazes me everytime. Those two and their constant inability to truly say what it is they want and need always saddens me, but every now and again one of them will see past the facade like no one else can. To me, that's what makes it beautiful, and you capture it so well. Thanks for sharing!
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Date: 2005-08-28 02:32 pm (UTC)From:Exactly. It's like they feed off of each other and feel out what the other needs. That's why I love this pairing, and part of why I feel they are so perfect for each other.
Thanks, m'love! I'm so glad you enjoyed it.
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Date: 2005-08-27 04:23 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-08-28 02:33 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-08-28 10:35 pm (UTC)From:*HUGS to BOTH*
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Date: 2005-08-29 01:27 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-08-27 04:42 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-08-28 02:33 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-08-27 05:14 pm (UTC)From:“I don’t want you to go!” It burst out in a gasp and he shut his eyes and thrust upward. “Oh gods, I don’t want you to l-leave me—” His voice caught and I saw a tear slide from beneath a closed eyelid. His face twisted. One pale hand climbed to cover his face and he went limp in my grasp.
such a perfect image
I hope there'll be more, as I've enjoyed this series (and with a happy ending for them, although the way this is going, that doesn't seem too likely)
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Date: 2005-08-28 02:34 pm (UTC)From:There will be more. Can't leave them like this, now can we? *loves* Thanks so much for reading, and for the lovely review.
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Date: 2005-08-27 07:45 pm (UTC)From:Thank you for sharing it.
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Date: 2005-08-28 02:35 pm (UTC)From:Wow, thank you! That's so wonderful of you to say. *hugs*
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Date: 2005-08-28 12:03 am (UTC)From:Lots of love to you guys and please make them happy together...I am just humbly asking 8)
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Date: 2005-08-28 02:36 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-08-28 03:06 pm (UTC)From:I cried too, so don't you worry about being hormonal! *glomps*
If Ru'll keep me around, I'd love to writing with her.
*smooches you both*
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Date: 2005-08-28 01:22 am (UTC)From:More, yes? I hope Harry figures it all out soon. The very ending killed me. <3
While reading this I remembered something I heard from an old friend a long time ago. She was talking about really good pieces of literature and how some Authors just have a unique voice you keep coming back to read more of. It went something (I have a horrible memory) like "Listen to the music within the words." I think that summarizes your writing pretty well. You have a beautiful lyrical flow to your words. Does that make sense? It's late ^_^ Heh...
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Date: 2005-08-28 02:37 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-08-28 10:21 am (UTC)From:As always Ru, amazing. I'm starting to love Insecure!Draco, expecially when written as well as in these. You manage it so well because he's unsure of himself, yet still his Malfoy self; being the best example of this. You can hear the Malfoy tone dripping from it.
And I love the glass door shattering. I don't know why, it's just an amazing image. Also because you don't know if it's Harry slamming the doors open, Harry breaking it with a magically temper tantrum or Draco smashing it out of anger. It's just amazing. ::shiver::
Thank you again, so much. I don't know this Fru, but I shall now read her stuff.
New pin: "Ru makes me cry...out of saddness, but in a good way!"
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Date: 2005-08-28 02:41 pm (UTC)From:I don't know this Fru, but I shall now read her stuff.
YES. Go. As quick as you can. Frulie (lj user="dacro"> noawadays) has astounding talent. Here is the lj entry where I recced her work. It would be a good place to start (plus, she has written much more since then).
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Date: 2005-08-28 03:09 pm (UTC)From:You two are spoiling me! *hugs*
Yes, please stop by my journal and say hello, any time!
Thank you for your sweet comments.
(*hugs Ru for the pimpage* you really are too good to me!) :D
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Date: 2005-08-28 04:07 pm (UTC)From:Just last night I was at my friend's house and I was like "OOoooOO I have this stuff you'll like!" And I sat there and read her the marriage arch. You write the way I wish I could write, the way I hear the works in my head, but sadly how they never make it to the page sounding that way.
I have this one fic I've been trying to get onto AT for two years and they keep coming back with different things that are wrong - I fix that and 'Oh! Now go fix this.'
::shrug:: I'm working on a new one that I like; but it's no where near your stuff.
::hops off to read Fru::
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Date: 2005-08-28 05:15 pm (UTC)From:Oh, and, dude. Not on, about FicAlley. Do you want me to take a look at it? I don't think I can beta for you permanently (too much on my plate) but I would be happy to help you figure out how to fix stuff.
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Date: 2005-09-14 07:17 am (UTC)From:Yes, I had fun reading it and she liked hearing!! :-)
And as far as my fic, I'd love to have you look at it, but don't feel obligated if you have too much to do.
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Date: 2005-09-14 02:53 pm (UTC)From:I am out of town this weekend, but I will read it and send it your way again when I return. ^_^
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Date: 2005-08-28 11:22 am (UTC)From:This is immediately sad but I still have hope that they can live through this together...
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Date: 2005-08-28 03:08 pm (UTC)From:Thanks for reading, love.
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Date: 2005-08-28 02:51 pm (UTC)From:Maybe I should simply say it like that: Your writing makes me happy.
*snuggles*
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Date: 2005-08-28 03:10 pm (UTC)From:*squeeee!*
Thank you so much! I can't take credit for this one all by myself, of course, but I adore you for what you've said. *kiss* Made my day, hon.
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Date: 2005-08-29 02:45 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-08-30 12:03 pm (UTC)From:Wow! What a beautiful thing to say. Thank you ever so much. I just loved the images of golds and oranges, dryness, sloping beauty when I was in Italy. There's something about it... And you just made me so happy because I feel we captured that sense.
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Date: 2005-08-30 02:11 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-08-30 03:41 am (UTC)From:I don't have anything more coherent to say than that.
Just GUH!
*hugs*
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Date: 2005-08-30 12:04 pm (UTC)From:Thank you, love, so very much. This makes me feel like I'm on cloud nine. I am so glad you like this series. It really was a special one for me when I wrote the first story.
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Date: 2005-09-13 06:09 am (UTC)From:*cry for Harry and Draco's sadness and dissolution of their happiness in Italy*
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Date: 2005-09-13 09:49 am (UTC)From:Harry is definitely going to have difficulty with this, but there will be other reasons on top of what people say about Draco, for sure. But yeah. I will be discussing this with Fru when we get to this section, but I would also love to see those two assholes come back into it again. Vengeance is sweet.
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Date: 2007-04-26 02:32 pm (UTC)From:will you be continuing this still?
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Date: 2007-05-02 03:59 pm (UTC)From:...
Date: 2009-08-11 08:15 am (UTC)From:Why can't Harry ever be left in peace to enjoy his own life? Why can't Draco be fulfilled, confident, safe?
Just the idea of hiding... Of them having to smother all these beautiful, brilliant feelings, to restrain their bodies, their wills, their love for each other make me angry, Ru, so angry!
I'm a fervent believer in freedom, and there is nothing I dislike more than judgmental a**holes, and for your two bright stars having to submit to their prejudices... There's no words. And after they've waited for each other, discovered themselves... Grrrr.
I do love the writing though, Ru, as always, the attention to the details makes it vibrant, ensnaringly compelling.
Thank you for your sharing, luv!
Also, if you'd please drop by my page, might you tell me what you think? *Pleads shamelessly*
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Date: 2009-09-01 06:12 am (UTC)From:The pitfalls of being famous or infamous. I'm starting to see how much it truly would suck. :(
It really is maddening watching the bigots of the world get their way so much of the time, isn't it? I think especially in the present era, when one of the biggest fights for freedom is for gay rights... But the horrible thing is, we as a race have been fighting for freedoms that should have been ours by right for centuries. Whether it's slavery, disenfranchising women, or stepping on same sex marriages, it's the same basic fight, and it's terrible that we keep having to fight it over and over again.
Thank you so much for this, dear! I need to get Dacro over here to read your comment. ^__^
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Date: 2009-09-01 07:35 am (UTC)From:Oh, I know it kills me that not everyone has the freedom to show their love without fear of the repercussions. And your totally right about the heavy burden that the characters have to deal with.
So glad you liked the writing, even though the subject matter caused you to hurt. *hugs*