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hackthis_archive) wrote2002-12-01 11:36 am
hackthis_archive) wrote2002-12-01 11:36 am
Going back to the dark side
1. It’s World AIDS Day. Get with the program, people.
2. Once upon a time I used to write angst, nothing but, all day all the time. It made me happy. And then one day I had to write SV fluff for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
evil_man. It was all down hill from there. Don’t get me wrong, there‘s nothing wrong with making people who are doomed happy for a bit, but I think everyone should go back to what they know.
For Kassie.
Daylight
The darkness of night hides Ron’s sins. His biggest sin at least. And although calling it a sin isn’t quite right, it isn’t necessarily wrong either. It’s his choice. What Ron’s doing has nothing to do with right and wrong - those are just ideas. The gray area in between should be given more credit. That‘s where Ron‘s motivation lies, and at night, he marks his choice as his own. In the absence of daylight, Ron brands and bites and leaves scratches. At night he’s not ashamed of what he does, of who he’s with.
He’s doing it for the greater good.
Malfoy walks slowly during the day, and sneers at Ron across classrooms and divided loyalties. At night, he belongs to Ron, and Ron abuses him accordingly. He bites Malfoy’s nipples until blood and scaring are a given, and Malfoy screams his name.
At least Ron mastered his Silencing Charm on the first try.
During the day, Ron’s choices are there for everyone to see. When the sun goes up, Ron is a Gryffindor, trusted friend and confidant to Harry Potter, the boy who has no clue where his best mate spends his nights. At night, however, Ron beds a Slytherin. One he hates more than Dark Marks and poverty. At night, Ron’s limbs are sure instead of gangly and his voice is harsh instead of timid.
Not that Ron has ever been timid, but at night things are different.
When the sun sets in a haze of green and gold and pink, Ron doesn’t change as much as he’s set free. He doesn’t have to be anybody’s sixth son or second choice. At night Ron’s freckles stand out against green duvets and dark bedding. He’s pale, but not that pale in comparison to others. Or at least one other. Of course ghosts and poltergeists have more color than Malfoy, and are perhaps more deserving of life.
Malfoy has no light; he’s colorless.
Ron could kill him in an instant and feel nothing, but that’s not Ron’s way. He’s no one’s Death Eater, but he will never mistake this for anything more than fucking for purpose. Ron’s not offering sympathy or empathy or anything that could be construed as a caring feeling. Ron does not care. He only takes - and no one else is the wiser because of who he is. What he is. Weasleys are one of the oldest wizarding families - they‘re not known for being sadistic. So, Ron takes great heart in imagining the look on Lucius Malfoy’s face when he finds out his prodigal is being fucked a Weasley. Ron can, so he does - with every thrust and every scratch that’s just on this side of too hard.
Ron will have revenge for Ginny and secondhand books and dirty looks.
He has the letter all ready to go, and one morning very soon he will send it off.
2. Once upon a time I used to write angst, nothing but, all day all the time. It made me happy. And then one day I had to write SV fluff for
evil_man. It was all down hill from there. Don’t get me wrong, there‘s nothing wrong with making people who are doomed happy for a bit, but I think everyone should go back to what they know. For Kassie.
Daylight
The darkness of night hides Ron’s sins. His biggest sin at least. And although calling it a sin isn’t quite right, it isn’t necessarily wrong either. It’s his choice. What Ron’s doing has nothing to do with right and wrong - those are just ideas. The gray area in between should be given more credit. That‘s where Ron‘s motivation lies, and at night, he marks his choice as his own. In the absence of daylight, Ron brands and bites and leaves scratches. At night he’s not ashamed of what he does, of who he’s with.
He’s doing it for the greater good.
Malfoy walks slowly during the day, and sneers at Ron across classrooms and divided loyalties. At night, he belongs to Ron, and Ron abuses him accordingly. He bites Malfoy’s nipples until blood and scaring are a given, and Malfoy screams his name.
At least Ron mastered his Silencing Charm on the first try.
During the day, Ron’s choices are there for everyone to see. When the sun goes up, Ron is a Gryffindor, trusted friend and confidant to Harry Potter, the boy who has no clue where his best mate spends his nights. At night, however, Ron beds a Slytherin. One he hates more than Dark Marks and poverty. At night, Ron’s limbs are sure instead of gangly and his voice is harsh instead of timid.
Not that Ron has ever been timid, but at night things are different.
When the sun sets in a haze of green and gold and pink, Ron doesn’t change as much as he’s set free. He doesn’t have to be anybody’s sixth son or second choice. At night Ron’s freckles stand out against green duvets and dark bedding. He’s pale, but not that pale in comparison to others. Or at least one other. Of course ghosts and poltergeists have more color than Malfoy, and are perhaps more deserving of life.
Malfoy has no light; he’s colorless.
Ron could kill him in an instant and feel nothing, but that’s not Ron’s way. He’s no one’s Death Eater, but he will never mistake this for anything more than fucking for purpose. Ron’s not offering sympathy or empathy or anything that could be construed as a caring feeling. Ron does not care. He only takes - and no one else is the wiser because of who he is. What he is. Weasleys are one of the oldest wizarding families - they‘re not known for being sadistic. So, Ron takes great heart in imagining the look on Lucius Malfoy’s face when he finds out his prodigal is being fucked a Weasley. Ron can, so he does - with every thrust and every scratch that’s just on this side of too hard.
Ron will have revenge for Ginny and secondhand books and dirty looks.
He has the letter all ready to go, and one morning very soon he will send it off.
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i just... wow.
just, -wow-.
evil!ron, that's kinda hot.
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howdy, miss daisy. *g*