hi~ figured i'd say something, considering this fic ate a bit of my soul, and found it tasty, heh~ o.0 no, really, i think i lose (or find) a tad of myself every time i read a really good h/d-- maybe i exaggerrate, but truly, i mean it.
``The end should come with Harry Potter on his back in the dirt with leaves in his hair and wide eyes finally recognizing the truth. ... Draco should be the one to snuff out his own dreams ... Draco thinks that love should end in a bonfire with smoke that wafts up to a cloudless September sky and disappears."
it just, rolls down its own slippery slope in one's mind as one reads it, like a tear, fully entrenched in its own voice, very much convinced of its own mood and reason for being. and even though i think draco's got it wrong, he speaks so beautifully and believably, i can only love him more for it. it makes perfect sense, that if he loved harry, it'd be only more reason to see harry potter die.
i love it how the whole ficlet is draco wanting it to be the truth, needing it to be how it -should- be, instead of just having it happen. it's like... the way it is in all the stories... where there are so many possibilities-- & in the end they still love each other-- and yet there's this feeling of doom. it being somehow destined to end badly, because nothing so unlikely and conflicted and beautiful can exist for long. the seasons change, and things die, and nothing can be allowed to remain of the springtime blossoms by the time the fall rolls around. it just doesn't make sense, intuitively. even though-- with love-- there's that impossible hope, for an invincible summer-- and it doesn't even seem impossible, sometimes.
er. anyway. yeah. coherence going-- just wanted to gush-- beautiful-- lovely-- draco....thankyou....
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figured i'd say something, considering this fic ate a bit of my soul, and found it tasty, heh~ o.0
no, really, i think i lose (or find) a tad of myself every time i read a really good h/d-- maybe i exaggerrate, but truly, i mean it.
``The end should come with Harry Potter on his back in the dirt with leaves in his hair and wide eyes finally recognizing the truth.
...
Draco should be the one to snuff out his own dreams
...
Draco thinks that love should end in a bonfire with smoke that wafts up to a cloudless September sky and disappears."
it just, rolls down its own slippery slope in one's mind as one reads it, like a tear, fully entrenched in its own voice, very much convinced of its own mood and reason for being.
and even though i think draco's got it wrong, he speaks so beautifully and believably, i can only love him more for it. it makes perfect sense, that if he loved harry, it'd be only more reason to see harry potter die.
i love it how the whole ficlet is draco wanting it to be the truth, needing it to be how it -should- be, instead of just having it happen. it's like... the way it is in all the stories... where there are so many possibilities-- & in the end they still love each other-- and yet there's this feeling of doom. it being somehow destined to end badly, because nothing so unlikely and conflicted and beautiful can exist for long. the seasons change, and things die, and nothing can be allowed to remain of the springtime blossoms by the time the fall rolls around. it just doesn't make sense, intuitively. even though-- with love-- there's that impossible hope, for an invincible summer-- and it doesn't even seem impossible, sometimes.
er. anyway. yeah. coherence going-- just wanted to gush-- beautiful-- lovely-- draco....thankyou....
~reena