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This is an odd little ficlet...it's made me decide that I absolutely should not write anything 15 minutes before midnight... Let's see, I'll dedicate this to Cai and Regret, because they always give me presents, and maybe it'll convince them to give me more... :) (Aren't I a selfish little creature? :D) It's style is a bit different than what I'm used to writing...I think it shows...*shrugs*
Why are you always watching me?
Oh? You're not?
You're lying...
The placid argent that you call your eyes follows me everywhere, catalogues my every move...
Constantly burning into me...
A mirror...
Reflecting my face back at me...
Raven hair and nephrite eyes a distorted replica of pure silvery frost...
Do you want me? Hate me? Need me?
Why are you laughing? Do you think I’m as clueless as everyone thinks I am?
Do you think that I’m really some sort of savior that is so naïve he believes the world is rose colored and perfect?
Everyone wants something from me, even you. The question is--what?
What are you…?
Oh, gods…
Hot--searing and wet and your hands and your tongue and your teeth and oh gods please don’t stop no one’s ever wanted this and oh god I’ll give you everything just don’t don’t stop so sweet salty need this pulsing filling me flesh and pain and red and lust and ecstasy your body against mine make me dirty impure perfect--
…shatter me…
Where are you going…?
You wanted to defile me, leave me behind…?
…Did you know I wanted it too…?
Don’t think this is over.
I can’t let this be over.
Walk away as if this hasn’t happened, as if you weren’t a part of me, as if our hate hasn’t transformed into something more.
I’m going to break you, Draco Malfoy.
I have to.
Before you have the opportunity to break me.
--The End--
Hmmm....*wrinkles nose*
Why are you always watching me?
Oh? You're not?
You're lying...
The placid argent that you call your eyes follows me everywhere, catalogues my every move...
Constantly burning into me...
A mirror...
Reflecting my face back at me...
Raven hair and nephrite eyes a distorted replica of pure silvery frost...
Do you want me? Hate me? Need me?
Why are you laughing? Do you think I’m as clueless as everyone thinks I am?
Do you think that I’m really some sort of savior that is so naïve he believes the world is rose colored and perfect?
Everyone wants something from me, even you. The question is--what?
What are you…?
Oh, gods…
Hot--searing and wet and your hands and your tongue and your teeth and oh gods please don’t stop no one’s ever wanted this and oh god I’ll give you everything just don’t don’t stop so sweet salty need this pulsing filling me flesh and pain and red and lust and ecstasy your body against mine make me dirty impure perfect--
…shatter me…
Where are you going…?
You wanted to defile me, leave me behind…?
…Did you know I wanted it too…?
Don’t think this is over.
I can’t let this be over.
Walk away as if this hasn’t happened, as if you weren’t a part of me, as if our hate hasn’t transformed into something more.
I’m going to break you, Draco Malfoy.
I have to.
Before you have the opportunity to break me.
--The End--
Hmmm....*wrinkles nose*