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For Regret
Grrrrrr....you got the last word tonight, Regret, but I'll get you back....I swear I will.. :) Why is this for Regret, you ask? Because she's a FUCKING BITCH and I love her utterly. :)
And she wouldn't EVEN BE a FUCKING BITCH if she didn't ARGUE with me so damn much! You were saved by the market, Regret. I was wearing you down...I just know it... :)
Ah, enough of my bitchiness. Here's one of the presents that I promised Regret. I hope you like it, dear! :) I wrote this in, like, 15 minutes...I'm sorry in advance for it probably not being up to par. :)
I'm always so cold.
I remember when I was a child, standing outside my door as snow began to fall, staring up into the gray sky as the frost scattered across my nose and rested on my cheeks. My father came out and watched me, his coat wrapped around himself as he shivered oh so slightly.
He always hated the cold.
I would stand and watch the snowflakes melt in his hair and disappear against his cheeks, wondering why the snow never disappeared from my skin, covering me in a thin armor of ice. At moments such as these, he would place his hand on my shoulder.
“The ice is you, Draco,” he told me. “That’s why it doesn’t melt. You are the same as the ice.” Father turned and walked back into the mansion, letting me remain in the snow, one at home amongst my own.
I was content to be alone.
Until you came.
You were like the sun after a storm, fiery and passionate, blinding all who looked upon you.
I felt myself melting for you.
Even then, I wanted you to rip me apart and create me anew. If you melted me, I knew that you could make me something special, something worth your friendship. Something warm.
But you couldn’t understand the chill of my actions. No--you were of the stars.
You couldn’t understand what it meant to be the storm.
And so I have been reduced to this. Snarling and disdainful, begging for the smallest moment when your emerald eyes would be fully on me, when I would be the center of your focus, when your heat would burn through me and rip away the last vestiges of the rawness inside me.
But you always leave me behind.
And the ice always comes back to reclaim its own.
I lounge against a tree on the edge of the Quidditch field, watching the Gryffindors practice, watching you soar through the heavens as if you don’t have a care in the world. You are vibrant scarlet and gold against the ashy sky.
I think it’s going to snow.
You never understood me, Golden Boy. You think I envy you, that I want to be you. But you’re wrong.
I simply want to be inside you.
The Mudblood turns and sees me watching you…I look at her for an instant before tilting my head up against the frozen sky.
I want to cry.
I feel the first snowflake rest against my skin and remain, a cool stain against my wintry flesh.
I’m always so cold.
And she wouldn't EVEN BE a FUCKING BITCH if she didn't ARGUE with me so damn much! You were saved by the market, Regret. I was wearing you down...I just know it... :)
Ah, enough of my bitchiness. Here's one of the presents that I promised Regret. I hope you like it, dear! :) I wrote this in, like, 15 minutes...I'm sorry in advance for it probably not being up to par. :)
I'm always so cold.
I remember when I was a child, standing outside my door as snow began to fall, staring up into the gray sky as the frost scattered across my nose and rested on my cheeks. My father came out and watched me, his coat wrapped around himself as he shivered oh so slightly.
He always hated the cold.
I would stand and watch the snowflakes melt in his hair and disappear against his cheeks, wondering why the snow never disappeared from my skin, covering me in a thin armor of ice. At moments such as these, he would place his hand on my shoulder.
“The ice is you, Draco,” he told me. “That’s why it doesn’t melt. You are the same as the ice.” Father turned and walked back into the mansion, letting me remain in the snow, one at home amongst my own.
I was content to be alone.
Until you came.
You were like the sun after a storm, fiery and passionate, blinding all who looked upon you.
I felt myself melting for you.
Even then, I wanted you to rip me apart and create me anew. If you melted me, I knew that you could make me something special, something worth your friendship. Something warm.
But you couldn’t understand the chill of my actions. No--you were of the stars.
You couldn’t understand what it meant to be the storm.
And so I have been reduced to this. Snarling and disdainful, begging for the smallest moment when your emerald eyes would be fully on me, when I would be the center of your focus, when your heat would burn through me and rip away the last vestiges of the rawness inside me.
But you always leave me behind.
And the ice always comes back to reclaim its own.
I lounge against a tree on the edge of the Quidditch field, watching the Gryffindors practice, watching you soar through the heavens as if you don’t have a care in the world. You are vibrant scarlet and gold against the ashy sky.
I think it’s going to snow.
You never understood me, Golden Boy. You think I envy you, that I want to be you. But you’re wrong.
I simply want to be inside you.
The Mudblood turns and sees me watching you…I look at her for an instant before tilting my head up against the frozen sky.
I want to cry.
I feel the first snowflake rest against my skin and remain, a cool stain against my wintry flesh.
I’m always so cold.
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::cackles::
i'm like, sooooooooooo evil!!
and you were *not* wearing me down, i was wearing *you* down.
so wearing you down.
because we *all* know that you are the most amazing and i suck some major ass!
But you couldn’t understand the chill of my actions. No--you were of the stars.
You couldn’t understand what it meant to be the storm.
and, babes, this SO just proves. my. point.
this was just... amazing...
yes! there's that word again.
and i'll make you believe it if i have to brand it into your flesh!
this was POETIC and FLOWING and just so moving...
and i can imagine it as truth... you kept telling me all that bs about *my* writing, but here all of that was, perfectly evidenced in yours.
you just rocked my socks from here to the moon and back.
i think this is new mori!fave... i really do.
and, because i'm here, i'm commenting on 'life in three acts'.
::clears throat::
i fucking hate you.
that was just the most stupendously amazingly mind boggling thing *ever*.
i mean, jesus christ on buttered toast!!
every act i got a little closer to tears, i felt a little more of their desperation and desolation and ye gods i wanted to kill draco, the fat shit. and then i wanted to kill ron, the fat son of a bitch.
HE KILLED DRACO!!!
::rages::
i take 'stillness' back, ron is *so* evil!!
::whimper whimper sigh::
i have to go tend to my mori!shrine now you un-trite vey-original bitch.
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And you were NOT wearing me down--I was still coming up with perfectly reasonable answers. You even SAID that it didn't sound like I was going to let you win--and you got the last word only because you left, and I had school in the morning!
ACK!! No!!! You DON'T suck ass!!! *cries* Cold was a piece of crap I'm ashamed I gave you!
and i'll make you believe it if i have to brand it into your flesh!
this was POETIC and FLOWING and just so moving...
You'd HAVE to come over here and brand me! I DON'T BELIEVE IT. You have such a talent for exposition it's unbelievable. Cold wasn't flowing or poetic at all!!! Damnit!!! Quit arguing with me, Regret, do you hear me??
*pants and whines again* L3A SUCKED ASS, REGRET!!! How can you say that!!! And don't take back stillness! Please?? In my mind, it WASN'T Ron that killed Draco--he just wanted him to stay away from Harry. In my mutilated, pathetic little brain, it was LUCIUS that killed Draco. That's why:
"A few years ago. Before Lucius--” Ron swallowed as Harry stiffened."
was added.
And see, THAT WAS unoriginal! *laughs* So see!! You aren't gonna convince me cause I love you and I don't love my own stuff! :P
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oh god don't i know it!!
i was all like ::cackle cackle cackle:: POST! SIGN OFF! ::sniggers:: i so won that round!!
no, i said you weren't going to let me win, not that i was going to let *you* win. because you can never beat me, i'm INVINCIBLE!!
well... sorta. when it comes to telling you the truth i am. so there and stuff!!
and you so were not coming up with things to refute me, you were trying to distract me with the train wreck that is my writing.
speaking of, expect ch. 2 enough sometime tomorrow... for the final beta so i can release the biatch.
Cold was a piece of crap I'm ashamed I gave you!
::growls::
DON'T SAY THAT!!
i fucking liked it, a lot...
i even sorta kinda almost maybe wrote a harry companion piece...
and no I DON'T HEAR YOU!!
because it WAS poetic and it WAS flowing you h0!
darling. that right there did NOT show unoriginality, it showed invention and subtly and i love you.
so ha BITCH!
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and your stuff is TOTALLY as amazing as i think it is, biatch!
and i lov eoyu but it was not unoriginal and no you cannot read it because it's just a... SNIP and it's grossly tripey!!
and stop changing the subject!
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can i ask you where you came up with your name?
i mean cuz... i know these people... in san fran... who make really great pastries... and that's their name so yeah...
and isn't mori just like, the best and hey!
are you katie?
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2) Yes, Moriavis is great. I've been telling her for years that she's an amazing writer, but she still won't listen to me. I applaud you if you can accomplish it.
3) No, I'm not Katie. I'm Leslie. ;)
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nice to meet you leslie.
and ah, interesting...
i don't like numbers either.
and mori is the GREATEST...
and we'll make her see it yet.
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(Anonymous) 2002-10-01 11:41 am (UTC)(link)"singing"
Snowflakes keep falling on my head.
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red.
So don't cry Draco. Please don't cry.
He will love you some day. He will, he will look at you wondering what you see and gaze into your eyes and see a future.
Yes, that is what will happen :)
Luv U lots, Zar (aka: Kittyhawk)
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...sometimes you are the epitome of fangirl. :) And I don't often write emotion pieces because it's all the same. I mean, 'You' and 'Us' were technically emotion pieces, and I can't let go with emotion pieces unless a specific image strikes me. After all, there are only so many antonymic words that I can use for Harry and Draco. (yes, I did make up the word antonymic)
And as for Draco crying--does my Draco EVER cry where anyone can see him? I think not. And as for how Harry feels in this...I dunno. I don't think I'm going to write a companion piece to this, so if anyone wants to take a shot at a Harry companion piece, be my guest. :)
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(Anonymous) 2002-10-01 12:15 pm (UTC)(link)By the way, I know you just looked over my shoulder. Turn back arround and stop peeking. There are you happy. I turned up the music so you will stop looking over my shoulder.
Oh, poor Mori. It's ok. Just listen to the music. Regret, I agree with you.*smiles* except when you say you suck. The same goes for you Mori. So don't even say Ha.
As for the emotional piece I was talking about, I meant you letting YOUR emotions show in your pieces, silly.
Oh, Mori. You keep everything bottled up. Let it out in creativity. We want to feel your emotions as the writer as well as your characters. When you do that it gives new dimention to all of your work.
Ooooohhh, Mori? Can I have a caramel dipped apple slice? Pweese. Pwitty Pweese with sugar on top. Come on, I'm begging you. :)
Luv ya still, you silly Mori. :)
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ERM...*sighs* I love Smetana's 'The Moldau'...it's so beautiful...
And as for MY emotions showing through my characters, isn't that what writing is? Or are you saying by writing the pieces such as 'Cold' I'm really inserting myself into the character, and it's MY emotions that Dray's feeling? *frowns*
And how can you say I hold everything in? I'm all shrieky and spastic...
and damnit, I think that song gave me a HarryPOV!fic.....damned disney....
AND YOU ATE THE REST OF MY APPLE!!! *sobs and hides*
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Luv Zar
Mori?
I adore the descriptions and all.
*loves*
Cai
~speechless~
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it's good. very, very good. ..whitechocolate!draco good. Remus/Oliver good. GOOD.
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