HELLO MY LOVE I AM BACK AT LAST. And if anybody needs to appologize here, it's me and not you. You give me flawless fic and I keep disappearing.
An old, wooden clock ticks away seconds after seconds. // Neither of them moves. Okay. Okay. I am so fucking in love with this, I'm not sure how to put it into words. Let's try it with a list? 1) The phrasing. So so beautiful. I love the heavy, intricate atmosphere it creates, when it's so simple image. 2) The visual. Wooden clocks are fucking pretty okay. 3) The metaphor. Omg Doris I love it so much. It's just perfect. Time passes, things change. And sometimes they just don't move. Ughhhhh. 4) The fact that they are so static but also constantly circling around each other without ever really getting ~there? I weep. (And weep some more when you close the story without ending the cycle.)
They mutter each other's surnames, almost shyly, and then Draco remembers there's years of history here, even if the boy this man used to be didn't want to be Draco's friend once. NEGL this gave me all the Drarry feels. BOYS YOU ARE FOREVER STUPID STUPID STUPID. *smashes their heads together*
These days, about a year later, he remembers that evening through images of her. Her fiddling with her fork, her twirling her tea spoon, her staring at the window, her losing focus in one evening more times than he'd ever seen her lose focus in seven years of Hogwarts classes. Her blue dress that trailed behind her as she walked, Ron's hand on her hip, Ron trying to kiss her lips, Hermione turning away to have him kiss her cheek instead. Urgh this. Why, Doris. WHY. I CANNOT DEAL WITH YOUR WORDS OKAY. FUCK. The imagery. OH GOD THE IMAGERY. This is just so fucking vivid in my mind. And he watcher's theme, kill me now. You are doing this on purpose, you are! AND NOOOOO WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY BABES (MY CANON BABES) I REFUUUSE WHY WHY WHY PLEASE STOP THIS IS JUST TOO MUCH PAIN. And fuck me, but I relate to this like burnig too. Ugh. You have no mercy. It's like I'm heartbroken and squicked at the same time. THIS IS TOO MUCH EMOTION AND I CAN'T TAKE IT.
He takes her to his favorite hotel, and her hands shake the whole time. They're in the hotel lobby, when she takes his hand and pulls him towards an empty room, and then she presses him against the wall and forces her tongue into his mouth. She digs her nails too deep into his back and he leaves traces of his lips and his tongue all over her body and there are tears in her eyes. It's horrible in many ways, none of which make any difference in the end, because there's still the second time, and the time after that and the time after that. DORIS DORIS DORIS DORIS DORIS WHAT ARE YOU DOING WHAT ARE YOU DOING I HAVE NO WORDS YOU ARE FLAWLESS TO ME
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Date: 2012-12-09 12:47 am (UTC)An old, wooden clock ticks away seconds after seconds. // Neither of them moves.
Okay. Okay. I am so fucking in love with this, I'm not sure how to put it into words. Let's try it with a list?
1) The phrasing. So so beautiful. I love the heavy, intricate atmosphere it creates, when it's so simple image.
2) The visual. Wooden clocks are fucking pretty okay.
3) The metaphor. Omg Doris I love it so much. It's just perfect. Time passes, things change. And sometimes they just don't move. Ughhhhh.
4) The fact that they are so static but also constantly circling around each other without ever really getting ~there? I weep. (And weep some more when you close the story without ending the cycle.)
They mutter each other's surnames, almost shyly, and then Draco remembers there's years of history here, even if the boy this man used to be didn't want to be Draco's friend once.
NEGL this gave me all the Drarry feels. BOYS YOU ARE FOREVER STUPID STUPID STUPID. *smashes their heads together*
These days, about a year later, he remembers that evening through images of her. Her fiddling with her fork, her twirling her tea spoon, her staring at the window, her losing focus in one evening more times than he'd ever seen her lose focus in seven years of Hogwarts classes. Her blue dress that trailed behind her as she walked, Ron's hand on her hip, Ron trying to kiss her lips, Hermione turning away to have him kiss her cheek instead.
Urgh this. Why, Doris. WHY. I CANNOT DEAL WITH YOUR WORDS OKAY. FUCK.
The imagery. OH GOD THE IMAGERY. This is just so fucking vivid in my mind. And he watcher's theme, kill me now. You are doing this on purpose, you are! AND NOOOOO WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY BABES (MY CANON BABES) I REFUUUSE WHY WHY WHY PLEASE STOP THIS IS JUST TOO MUCH PAIN. And fuck me, but I relate to this like burnig too. Ugh. You have no mercy. It's like I'm heartbroken and squicked at the same time. THIS IS TOO MUCH EMOTION AND I CAN'T TAKE IT.
He takes her to his favorite hotel, and her hands shake the whole time.
They're in the hotel lobby, when she takes his hand and pulls him towards an empty room, and then she presses him against the wall and forces her tongue into his mouth.
She digs her nails too deep into his back and he leaves traces of his lips and his tongue all over her body and there are tears in her eyes.
It's horrible in many ways, none of which make any difference in the end, because there's still the second time, and the time after that and the time after that.
DORIS DORIS DORIS DORIS DORIS
WHAT ARE YOU DOING WHAT ARE YOU DOING
I HAVE NO WORDS
YOU ARE FLAWLESS TO ME