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Not For all the Love in the World - Thousandth Man-verse. Neville/Theodore
After I posted 'A Nott Don't Come for Free' ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jonem inquired what my plan was for Thousandth Man-verse and how it was going to end and that actually got me thinking about the end. Before, the end had only been a vague place in the distance, but after some random conversing with circe_tigana, I have seen the end, and lo, it is coming in two more large sections. I think closure will suit us all nicely. Cookies don't count though, and since before my holiday I told dorrie6 that I would write her a wee piece with snow in it, I had to deliver.
So this is for her andplumsnickety, who has created so many lovely icons, including the one here, for this universe.
Thousandth Man-verse
Not For all the Love in the World
Large, puffy flakes of whiteness fall all around them in flurries. It is the sort of snow that accumulates rather than melting on impact, and the grey Scotland sky is clear; the air crisp with fine visibility.
It's a plain description for a beautiful tableau, but it gets the point across, which is what matters since Theodore is not given to purple-prose and gross embellishments. He does not care for great metaphors and comparisons.
He does not claim to be simple -- but he likes his life to be simple and straight-forward. Of course, he would also like for the war to be over and done with in the flash of a wand and Unforgivable curse -- but he is not expecting it to be so.
There is a great difference between what Theodore wants and what he expects
The packed snow crunches loudly under the weight of his feet, and the biting cold makes his eyes water and his nose run. Beside him Blaise prattles -- actually Blaise has never been given to prattling, he is making conversation, attempting to keep Theodore's mind off what is approaching -- but it is all for naught.
In an ideal world, Theodore would be flanked by Blaise and Neville right now, and his gloved hand would be brushing against Neville's hand with every step closer to their destination. Neville's checks would be flushed with the cold, and he would be talking animated about plants or plans for their eventual summer holiday in Nice.
Blaise would roll his eyes in irritation and whisper something in Theodore's ear in French. Theodore would smirk, shake his head, and make a point of brushing shoulders with Neville as they continued onward in their journey. He has promised to teach Neville French while they are on holiday -- while they are all on holiday -- and he is grateful to Blaise for agreeing to come with them, eventually.
Theodore knows that Blaise does not approve of Neville -- but he makes an attempt to be civil when he must and that is enough for now.
Theodore will turn his head slightly when Neville hooks two of their fingers together, because they do not hold hands, but this link works well for them.
Every now and then they will stop to adjust their cloaks and robes against the elements. Theodore will tighten Neville's scarf and brush the snow off of his shoulders, and Blaise will knock the flakes out of Theodore's hair.
All around them the snow will continue to fall, and they will walk on until they reach their destination. Wherever that is.
This, however, is not an ideal world, and Theodore makes a grab for Blaise's arm when his footing falters on a slippery patch.
He is supported by Blaise's hand over on his, and the castle is a dark grey citadel in the distance as they move from class to class, motivated to quickness by the cold.
Theodore's haste is further provoked by the figures approaching intently; his vision sharp and focussed between the falling snow.
He can make out Granger's frizzy brown hair trying to escape from underneath her hat, and Potter's haphazard perambulations are well-known to all.
They are of no consequence to Theodore since he only has eyes for that burgundy coat he would know anywhere, and he makes a point of looking forward and not to the side as Neville walks closer in the company of other Gryffindors.
There are snowflakes sitting in Neville's hair. Tiny, white specks that sit on top of the spiky, brown bristles, and his cheeks are bright pink with the colour. Neville is wearing the gloves that Theodore bought for him during the winter holiday, and Theodore does his best not to notice the way Neville's tongue flickers out to wet his lips. He finds himself he biting back a grimace when Blaise's hold on his forearm tightens significantly.
He ignores Granger's appraising gaze and Potter's glare, refusing to let his steps falter when all he really wants to do is push Neville down in the nearest snowdrift and snog him senseless.
Theodore wants to grab Neville by the lapels of the hideous coat and lick at his cold chapped lips until Neville is whimpering against him and Theodore's tongue is buried in Neville's warm, wet mouth.
Theodore wants -- a lot of things.
Instead he shakes free of Blaise's death grip and lets his hands fall to his sides. As the two groups draw closer, the Gryffindors close ranks, and it's only in passing that Theodore feels Neville's hand brush against his.
And as the two factions pass, Theodore's chest is filled with a warmth that not even the frigid weather can touch. He has no name for the sensation, but he thinks it's a lot like being kissed by Neville Longbottom.
-end-
+ Unbeta'd because it is Saturday and everybody needs a 303. Err, a break.
+ Title from the song byThe Killers. The Thrills. There are too many bands that start with 'The' and have double 'l's. And none of them are that good.
I am attempting to find a hook for my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
yuletide story. I know what I want to write, but I can't seem to find the proper hook. Damn!
jonem inquired what my plan was for Thousandth Man-verse and how it was going to end and that actually got me thinking about the end. Before, the end had only been a vague place in the distance, but after some random conversing with circe_tigana, I have seen the end, and lo, it is coming in two more large sections. I think closure will suit us all nicely. Cookies don't count though, and since before my holiday I told dorrie6 that I would write her a wee piece with snow in it, I had to deliver. So this is for her and
plumsnickety, who has created so many lovely icons, including the one here, for this universe.Thousandth Man-verse
Not For all the Love in the World
Large, puffy flakes of whiteness fall all around them in flurries. It is the sort of snow that accumulates rather than melting on impact, and the grey Scotland sky is clear; the air crisp with fine visibility.
It's a plain description for a beautiful tableau, but it gets the point across, which is what matters since Theodore is not given to purple-prose and gross embellishments. He does not care for great metaphors and comparisons.
He does not claim to be simple -- but he likes his life to be simple and straight-forward. Of course, he would also like for the war to be over and done with in the flash of a wand and Unforgivable curse -- but he is not expecting it to be so.
There is a great difference between what Theodore wants and what he expects
The packed snow crunches loudly under the weight of his feet, and the biting cold makes his eyes water and his nose run. Beside him Blaise prattles -- actually Blaise has never been given to prattling, he is making conversation, attempting to keep Theodore's mind off what is approaching -- but it is all for naught.
In an ideal world, Theodore would be flanked by Blaise and Neville right now, and his gloved hand would be brushing against Neville's hand with every step closer to their destination. Neville's checks would be flushed with the cold, and he would be talking animated about plants or plans for their eventual summer holiday in Nice.
Blaise would roll his eyes in irritation and whisper something in Theodore's ear in French. Theodore would smirk, shake his head, and make a point of brushing shoulders with Neville as they continued onward in their journey. He has promised to teach Neville French while they are on holiday -- while they are all on holiday -- and he is grateful to Blaise for agreeing to come with them, eventually.
Theodore knows that Blaise does not approve of Neville -- but he makes an attempt to be civil when he must and that is enough for now.
Theodore will turn his head slightly when Neville hooks two of their fingers together, because they do not hold hands, but this link works well for them.
Every now and then they will stop to adjust their cloaks and robes against the elements. Theodore will tighten Neville's scarf and brush the snow off of his shoulders, and Blaise will knock the flakes out of Theodore's hair.
All around them the snow will continue to fall, and they will walk on until they reach their destination. Wherever that is.
This, however, is not an ideal world, and Theodore makes a grab for Blaise's arm when his footing falters on a slippery patch.
He is supported by Blaise's hand over on his, and the castle is a dark grey citadel in the distance as they move from class to class, motivated to quickness by the cold.
Theodore's haste is further provoked by the figures approaching intently; his vision sharp and focussed between the falling snow.
He can make out Granger's frizzy brown hair trying to escape from underneath her hat, and Potter's haphazard perambulations are well-known to all.
They are of no consequence to Theodore since he only has eyes for that burgundy coat he would know anywhere, and he makes a point of looking forward and not to the side as Neville walks closer in the company of other Gryffindors.
There are snowflakes sitting in Neville's hair. Tiny, white specks that sit on top of the spiky, brown bristles, and his cheeks are bright pink with the colour. Neville is wearing the gloves that Theodore bought for him during the winter holiday, and Theodore does his best not to notice the way Neville's tongue flickers out to wet his lips. He finds himself he biting back a grimace when Blaise's hold on his forearm tightens significantly.
He ignores Granger's appraising gaze and Potter's glare, refusing to let his steps falter when all he really wants to do is push Neville down in the nearest snowdrift and snog him senseless.
Theodore wants to grab Neville by the lapels of the hideous coat and lick at his cold chapped lips until Neville is whimpering against him and Theodore's tongue is buried in Neville's warm, wet mouth.
Theodore wants -- a lot of things.
Instead he shakes free of Blaise's death grip and lets his hands fall to his sides. As the two groups draw closer, the Gryffindors close ranks, and it's only in passing that Theodore feels Neville's hand brush against his.
And as the two factions pass, Theodore's chest is filled with a warmth that not even the frigid weather can touch. He has no name for the sensation, but he thinks it's a lot like being kissed by Neville Longbottom.
-end-
+ Unbeta'd because it is Saturday and everybody needs a 303. Err, a break.
+ Title from the song by
I am attempting to find a hook for my
yuletide story. I know what I want to write, but I can't seem to find the proper hook. Damn!
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*blissful sigh*
The characterizations are just so solid and quirky and great.
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Theodore wants -- a lot of things.
...sort of summarizes it. Wonderful.
By the way, I always thought I'd feel a bit sad when this whole thing would be brought to its conclusion but right now I'm only intrigued and looking forward to reading the end.
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Me too! *snerk*
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Oh!
When you said sweetness, I didn't know it would cut into me like this!
Just fucking gorgeous. Oh. Oh, yes!
Gosh, this made me happy and sad and a million things in between!
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Really, really well-done. In awe, as always.
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And I can empathise on needing a hook for yultide story as I am looking for one myself.
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Lovely stuff.
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He has no name for the sensation, but he thinks it's a lot like being kissed by Neville Longbottom.
That just killed me. It really did. I don't know if you'd remember- I can't see how you would, but the very first HP fic I ever wrote was this longish H/D fic (Contingency), in which Harry had previously been involved with Neville. The first thing Harry says to Draco after Draco has molested him out of the blue is "You kiss like Neville Longbottom." I always had this idea that there was something very special about that, and that Neville had one of those kisses someone would never forget, and would compare all subsequent kisses to.
Anyway. I have no idea why I've gone on so about this. But I am in love with this ficlet. I really am. It is more than I ever hoped for when you mentioned a fic with snow. It is so beautiful, and perfectly captures the state of Neville and Theodore, and what it is to have to keep something secret like that. I'm just. I can't get over it. I really can't.
<3
Thank you for this.
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I have read that story, and I think it's lovely you know :) And i'm very pleased you liked this, I didn't want you to think I'd forgotten about it.
Sweet, but with nutritional value...
And as the two factions pass...
I loved this fragment because, depsite the tenderness of the piece, you don't ignore the fact that war is coming, or that the Gryffindors and Slytherins still mistrust each other and their ideological stances, fighting Voldemort be-damned.
*points at icon* I mean it.
Re: Sweet, but with nutritional value...
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I love your characterization of Theodore. He's sensible, but not boring, and is a typical Slytherin, without being showy and annoying. There are a million reasons, why I love this series, really.
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<3<3<3
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I'm feeling all snuggly and happy now, as I always do after one of your TM fics. I'm glad you've decided where you're going with these plotlines, although (naturally) part of me is going
Fingers crossed over here for a fitting ending to a wonderful series. I'm not going to be able to read a fic involving Blaise or Theodore in future (should one exist :-( ) without thinking of your characterizations. You define them for me. <33
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Darling, you must look on the bright side. It could've been Cilla Black. Or Bob the Builder. *again*
I am glad you're still enjoying this though, that makes me tremendously pleased.
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