acidpop25: "Lilies on the Grave," PG-13
Title: Lilies on the Grave
Author: acidpop25
Rating: PG-13 to a ridiculously soft R
Prompt: 6, Forget
Date: 07/01/06
Pairing(s): Harry/Luna
Warning: character death
Summary: Why can't I remember?
I think I forgot.... I think I forgot....
Why can't I remember the way he said my name? Names are important, names are important. Luna. I can imagine, "Luna," loving or soft or tender or friendly or angry or lustful, "Luna," but I cannot... I cannot remember, why? Harry? Can you hear me? How did you say my name?
How did I say yours?
"Harry," affectionate, "Harry," wanting, "Harry," exasperated, "Harry," like a prayer. Which was it? "Harry," questioning, "Harry," desperate. Why can't I remember?
How could I forget him?
How did he touch me? Was it sweet, gentle, fingers brushing my jaw, my sides, my breasts? Soft kisses? Or.... or... or. Needing, demanding, desperate, drowning himself in me, in lips and hips and moans? You're supposed to remember your first lover, you're supposed to remember, how he touched and tasted and the sound of his moans and the feel of him, and the scent of his skin. What was it like? I'm so sorry, Harry, I'm supposed to remember....
Heros are never forgotten, right?
Anniversaries are important, people think. His birthday and his deathday, roses on the grave.
I think he hated roses, but I'm not sure. Maybe he didn't?
I don't go the the memorials because I have no memories but what the others keep. Harry, darling, did you like roses? Did you let me call you darling?
Did we ever say I love you? Did you see me before you left? What did you tell me? Harry?
Lilies on the grave under the cold November sky.
"I'm sorry."
Author: acidpop25
Rating: PG-13 to a ridiculously soft R
Prompt: 6, Forget
Date: 07/01/06
Pairing(s): Harry/Luna
Warning: character death
Summary: Why can't I remember?
I think I forgot.... I think I forgot....
Why can't I remember the way he said my name? Names are important, names are important. Luna. I can imagine, "Luna," loving or soft or tender or friendly or angry or lustful, "Luna," but I cannot... I cannot remember, why? Harry? Can you hear me? How did you say my name?
How did I say yours?
"Harry," affectionate, "Harry," wanting, "Harry," exasperated, "Harry," like a prayer. Which was it? "Harry," questioning, "Harry," desperate. Why can't I remember?
How could I forget him?
How did he touch me? Was it sweet, gentle, fingers brushing my jaw, my sides, my breasts? Soft kisses? Or.... or... or. Needing, demanding, desperate, drowning himself in me, in lips and hips and moans? You're supposed to remember your first lover, you're supposed to remember, how he touched and tasted and the sound of his moans and the feel of him, and the scent of his skin. What was it like? I'm so sorry, Harry, I'm supposed to remember....
Heros are never forgotten, right?
Anniversaries are important, people think. His birthday and his deathday, roses on the grave.
I think he hated roses, but I'm not sure. Maybe he didn't?
I don't go the the memorials because I have no memories but what the others keep. Harry, darling, did you like roses? Did you let me call you darling?
Did we ever say I love you? Did you see me before you left? What did you tell me? Harry?
Lilies on the grave under the cold November sky.
"I'm sorry."