Seen Through Glass
Title: Seen Through Glass
Characters/Pairing: Harry/Sirius
Word Count: 280
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And you never told me that the look in your eyes would be the color of death. You never told me that your hands would shake when they touched my skin, or that you’d find yourself short of breath.
You never told me that I’d fall in love with you.
I didn’t see you in the time before. I hadn’t really seen you in weeks. Partly my fault, I suppose; a part of me didn’t want to see you. A part of me knew that I was wrong, that we were wrong. I would give anything to forget the logic behind that. I’d give almost anything to see you again.
And I’m sorry that I left so early, and I’m sorry that I wasn’t there through all of your life, like I should have been. And I regret that I never thought about you, because thoughts were my enemy then. Thoughts about you, at least. Of course, my thoughts were different then, when my heart still loved and remembered and grieved.
We sat that night in the kitchen, food long forgotten just talking about the past. The fire crackled and warmed and we both laughed more than we had in a while. When you grabbed my hand I didn’t react, didn’t realize what it meant. Instinctually I squeezed back, but it wasn’t until you smiled at me that something inside me broke.
Buckbeak content in the corner, we sat and smoked cigarettes, talking and laughing and being consumed by silence, the torches casting flickering light on the wooden floor. You laid your head in my lap, and when I pushed back a lock of your hair your eyes were already closed.
Characters/Pairing: Harry/Sirius
Word Count: 280
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And you never told me that the look in your eyes would be the color of death. You never told me that your hands would shake when they touched my skin, or that you’d find yourself short of breath.
You never told me that I’d fall in love with you.
I didn’t see you in the time before. I hadn’t really seen you in weeks. Partly my fault, I suppose; a part of me didn’t want to see you. A part of me knew that I was wrong, that we were wrong. I would give anything to forget the logic behind that. I’d give almost anything to see you again.
And I’m sorry that I left so early, and I’m sorry that I wasn’t there through all of your life, like I should have been. And I regret that I never thought about you, because thoughts were my enemy then. Thoughts about you, at least. Of course, my thoughts were different then, when my heart still loved and remembered and grieved.
We sat that night in the kitchen, food long forgotten just talking about the past. The fire crackled and warmed and we both laughed more than we had in a while. When you grabbed my hand I didn’t react, didn’t realize what it meant. Instinctually I squeezed back, but it wasn’t until you smiled at me that something inside me broke.
Buckbeak content in the corner, we sat and smoked cigarettes, talking and laughing and being consumed by silence, the torches casting flickering light on the wooden floor. You laid your head in my lap, and when I pushed back a lock of your hair your eyes were already closed.