is it the weekend yet?
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R.I.P
Improv: tatter, vinegar, trample
Draco is practically mesmerized by how bright and luminous the flower petals are under a setting sun: some things thrive on death, and Everreds radiate life like blood shirred with gold paint. Naturally, no other flower would ever be able to grow on this spot.
Even amidst all that death something beautiful still remains. How appropriate.
However, the flower stems are a sickly shade of green and the leaves are in tatters. Obviously no one has tended this grave in some time, possibly since they locked up the youngest Weasley in Azkaban, and Draco knows better than to touch flowers that thrive on human blood. Of course, Everreds never completely die, and truly, Draco’s not surprised to find them on his grave.
TheDarkLordVoldemortTom always did like his flowers, particularly ones that belied their appearance. Tom was always contrary that way: magnificent flowers and a monstrous mind, harsh words and soft touches.
Tom believed in being everything at all times, never either or, and Draco can respect that. Draco can respect a lot as he’s still alive, and there aren’t people trampling and hexing his grave at every hour of the day. Draco can respect Tom’s power, and still hate him for a thousand and one grievances.
Draco has no problem with either or. Draco can admit to his emotions in a rapidly darkening cemetery with no one else around. Of course, Draco has never pissed on anyone’s grave either, but the sentiment is not lost upon him at this moment in time. Draco might honestly consider consecrating the ground if it didn’t already reek of vinegar and sulfur and dead dark wizards.
But Draco can respect flowers that suck human blood, just as he can respect the dead. Long live the dead.
I’d also like to take this moment to say hello to
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Date: 2002-10-11 12:41 pm (UTC)it's a like different look on the face of a stature you'd thought you'd seen every day.
there's something-- good about it. like a relief.
Draco can respect a lot as he’s still alive, and there aren’t people trampling and hexing his grave at every hour of the day.
this seems so-- true to life. no one tends to detail voldemort's death. everyone seems more interested in his life and the havoc he can create. everyone's much more interested in harry and draco's death. this is a nice respite~:)
long live the dead, indeed.
there's just something i can identify with, in this ficlet.
that's probably disturbing, isn't it ^^;
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Date: 2002-10-11 02:24 pm (UTC)what a lovely sentiment, i do like that idea quite a bit. i'm glad you liked the drabble and i assure you there is nothing wrong with identifying with the dead, if nothing else they teach us how to live.
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Date: 2002-10-11 02:34 pm (UTC)i meant i identified with the sentiment. the whole good riddance thing ^^; that morning after sort of feel, like a pavement wet with rain, in the city-- where there's that damp, uncomfortable feel in the air, and all the litter seems to be sparkling with dew as if it was flower-petals. something in the air is ripe with pain, and nothing is what it should be, and yet it is. the storm has blown over, and things are dead, and everything is changed, but you're alive, and you're not sorry.
erm. now watch me get even more morbid, apparently ^^;
some things are just hard to put into words, and i'm glad when someone does, anyway~:)
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Date: 2002-10-11 01:47 pm (UTC)You're in awe of my silly little Dracofic? I'm awed by your awe. I'm a fan of yours, actually, so you're saying you like it is quite encouraging. I hope it continues to meet with your satisfaction. I'm putting poor Draco through the wringer, which will hopefully make for a good time.
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Date: 2002-10-11 02:28 pm (UTC)and no worries about putting draco through the ringer, he's a tough one, he can take it. or as your pansy would say 'whatever.' *g*
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Date: 2002-10-11 05:15 pm (UTC)I suppose Draco's sense of humor is British, but mine is sadly, prosaically American. If my writing sounds at all British in the fic it is due to some effort on my part, resetting my spell-check to UK Standard and the brilliant beta-work of my (English) beta A.J. Hall. However, I do have a lycos.uk email address (because they don't charge for pop access and don't have limits on attachments for email) so I can see where this would be confusing. I've been working really hard to keep the Americanisms out, but Hall catches me on stuff all the time. So, I'll take it as a compliment if my sense of humor seems at all British.
Dear Draco is far tougher than he imagines at the moment. And that, I'm afraid, is all I can say about that. The next part will be up before too long, though. I can't even express how pleased I am that you're enjoying it.
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Date: 2002-10-11 05:37 pm (UTC)Why aren't my comments here?
I posted this whole thing to you about the flowers and about Draco and about other shit and it's not here!!!
I am going to set the people at my internet provider on fire. I swear to you, I will have revenge. Crispy revenge!
Alright. I am counting to ten. Ok? Fine.
I love the flowers, the detail there is not only beautiful, but inspired.
This could be expanded hugely, and you know it (it could also be in my warverse, which I think you are well aware of).
You just keep clipping out these horribly elegant tiny pieces, and it makes me want to tie you down and make you write a big thing, with a plot and an arc, all chocked full of these sorts of glimpses.
Also, the Weasley's in Azkaban...how many ways can I say that I worship you? And that you need to make a whole fic about that?
Anyway, I wrote you something. It burnt my eyes out.
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Date: 2002-10-14 09:01 am (UTC)oh god you make me laugh. and as for me writing a long piece, you remember what happened the last time i tried that? IT SUCKED!
i need say no more.
you wrote something for me? yay!
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