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charybdisTitle: Four Endings in Love and War
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Summary: The course of their lives and the course of their relationship are dictated by two forces: love and war. Epilogue compliant, if you squint. R, 460 words
It is said that all's fair in love and war. Perhaps this is true. He's known enough of both, but he can't say what it's like for anyone else. What he does know is that, in his life, love and war have never brought him anything but endings.
IV. Earth
The last time they saw each other was in a graveyard, almost accidentally, over the headstone of one Ignotus Peverell in Godric's Hollow. Many of the students who'd died in the War were buried there, and they both had old friends to visit. They had nothing to say to each other, just exchanged nods, and he thought about how much the War had taken, how much had been lost, in more than lives. But it was over, and they had -- at last -- each found their peace. Beneath the earth their dead slept, and they went their separate ways in silence.
III. Fire
The last time they spoke to each other was a nightmare. It was a wonder that neither died, but it was possible that they'd loved each other just enough, even then, to hold back the Killing Curse. They argued all the time, but they'd never fought like that before, full-blown battle joined in the living room, like some part of War hidden away in both of them, and roaring out just then, burning everything before it and leaving nothing, not even ash, behind. They might've rebuilt afterwards -- God knew he wanted to -- but there was nothing left to build with.
II. Water
The last time they touched was because they had forgotten how not to, and it was too hard to do anything else. They held each other because it was the only way they knew to find some solace from the memories of War, and it was the only love either of them had. Touch was the last thing to run out; even though their relationship was slipping through their fingers like so much water, they clung to each other. It was habit, a comfortable memory driven into them by love and war alike, with all the impetus of the sea.
I. Air
The last time they made love was in February, while the world outside slept between sheets of snow and ice, serene at last, after too many months of War. They filled the empty spaces in the silent room with the sounds of their love, and the air came alive around them. They were in each other, on each other; they were each other, and it seemed the best thing in the world that they should remain so for all eternity. The War was over, they were in love, and neither of them could have believed that it wouldn't end happily.
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Summary: The course of their lives and the course of their relationship are dictated by two forces: love and war. Epilogue compliant, if you squint. R, 460 words
It is said that all's fair in love and war. Perhaps this is true. He's known enough of both, but he can't say what it's like for anyone else. What he does know is that, in his life, love and war have never brought him anything but endings.
IV. Earth
The last time they saw each other was in a graveyard, almost accidentally, over the headstone of one Ignotus Peverell in Godric's Hollow. Many of the students who'd died in the War were buried there, and they both had old friends to visit. They had nothing to say to each other, just exchanged nods, and he thought about how much the War had taken, how much had been lost, in more than lives. But it was over, and they had -- at last -- each found their peace. Beneath the earth their dead slept, and they went their separate ways in silence.
III. Fire
The last time they spoke to each other was a nightmare. It was a wonder that neither died, but it was possible that they'd loved each other just enough, even then, to hold back the Killing Curse. They argued all the time, but they'd never fought like that before, full-blown battle joined in the living room, like some part of War hidden away in both of them, and roaring out just then, burning everything before it and leaving nothing, not even ash, behind. They might've rebuilt afterwards -- God knew he wanted to -- but there was nothing left to build with.
II. Water
The last time they touched was because they had forgotten how not to, and it was too hard to do anything else. They held each other because it was the only way they knew to find some solace from the memories of War, and it was the only love either of them had. Touch was the last thing to run out; even though their relationship was slipping through their fingers like so much water, they clung to each other. It was habit, a comfortable memory driven into them by love and war alike, with all the impetus of the sea.
I. Air
The last time they made love was in February, while the world outside slept between sheets of snow and ice, serene at last, after too many months of War. They filled the empty spaces in the silent room with the sounds of their love, and the air came alive around them. They were in each other, on each other; they were each other, and it seemed the best thing in the world that they should remain so for all eternity. The War was over, they were in love, and neither of them could have believed that it wouldn't end happily.
