New ficness!
Title: Never Tear Us Apart
Author: Nerweniel... me
Pairing (optional): Tom Riddle / Minerva McGonagall
Rating: PG-13 or R
Warning: Angst. Character Death
Never Tear Us Apart
You are lying there- I watch the blood making your thin robes seem thick and heavy- and the look in your eyes is heavy as they, emerald green, fix me. Heavy with pain- heavy with anger.
But not a plea, no begging- you never were the woman for begging.
I watch your hands clasp and unclasp with a morbid sense for detail. I will remember this, I know. Every drop of blood on your pale, thin fingers- every dirty and broken fingernail, every nerve twitching as you do a weak attempt at turning around in the dust.
In vain, Minerva. My spells were more effective than your bravery- once more. Once more I win, my sweet Minerva. Once more I triumph.
They are massacring my men- but you came looking for me. You left safety behind, you came looking for me.
Now you’re bleeding and broken- but I love you, Minerva.
And I know you love me too.
Don't ask me
What you know is true
Don't have to tell you
I love your precious heart
And yet I’ve ripped it out, Minerva. Not literally I haven’t- not yet, and yet you know I have. I know you do- and do not tell me you don’t. The tears on your cheeks have not yet dried, my Minerva. Lies are no use with me- I see through lies, for I have invented them.
Do you have a voice left? I wonder. You have not spoken since you entered this room. It’s impressed me more than I can say.
You are the first one who has not begged.
You never did, after all. You did not beg for my love, so long ago. You did not beg for my kiss or my touch- yet you wanted it- you craved it.
I know you too well, my Minerva.
I was standing
You were there
Two worlds collided
And they could never tear us apart
“T-Tom?”
You speak up- I gaze. So you the ability to form words is still yours, Minerva? I should have guessed. You were always good with words, weren’t you?
Weren’t you?
Yet even now, the tone of your voice is not the one of a plea- of a last resort. I hear sadness, despair- I hear grief.
Do you mourn, Minerva? Do you cry- for you do cry- over me? As if I am the one dying and not you?
Perhaps you’re even right.
I touch your cheek with a gentleness that has not been mine for a very long time. You, unable to move, watch. I see no fear in your eyes.
You still trust me.
I taste your tears.
We could live
For a thousand years
But if I hurt you
I'd make wine from your tears
Bittersweet- just like life. I should have known. I know you better than you think I do, Minerva. I have watched you- I always have. Out of the corners of my eyes- out of the corners of others’ eyes, but always, always I have watched you.
Like I do now.
I don’t pity you as you lie here, your hair loose and bloody, your face pale and cut- your body still and broken. I know you do not crave pity.
Like I don’t.
I once gave you wings, you cast them off. I once gave you my hand, you let loose. I once gave you my love- and you-
And you kept that gift.
I told you
That we could fly
'Cause we all have wings
But some of us don't know why
Your hand moves- I don’t.
I watch it as it, laboriously- intently- crawls its way through the dust. Your eyelids tremble- your lips are a tight line, but you make it.
Once more- I should have known
As your hand slips into mine, I know the truth.
We die together, my love.
For they could never tear us apart after all.
I was standing
You were there
Two worlds collided
And they could never ever tear us apart