"I Dream" Ginny/Luna, PG
Title: I Dream
Ship: Ginny/Luna
Rating: PG
Word Count: 375
Warnings: references to the Beatles and Pink Floyd
Summary: I touch your skin and you bend to my hands.
"come on you target for far away laughter/come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine" -Pink Floyd
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I wish you were stronger so you could fight for yourself. I'm not as strong as you think I am--I would never tell you that. I like you depending on me. I like you, the purr of your breath in my ear, the sight of you with your hair spread across your face and breasts because you've grown it so long.
Sometimes I dream of you fighting like we did in the war, before we all fell into the secrets we are bound to now. Now we're tired, fallen into the grooves of routine like the needle in the records my father brought home from work when I was younger. When I still believed in magic the way you wish I would now. But it's all so pretend now, no one is left. The schools are empty of children and the teachers stink of gin. The air is thin and the rooms of Hogwarts smell of loss and surrender. Magic is no longer the ancient thing you remember it to be. It is cold and it is fading so quickly, it slips through my fingers the way my brothers did, and someday you will know this.
I touch your skin and you bend to my hands. All over you is the trace of the savages we have become when no one is watching, my fingernails have drawn deep red lines on your back. You whimper and cry in ways you never did before, before the records stopped playing but the needle kept dragging through the vinyl. Did I stop listening? You say I did, you say you hear the music, but it is only Martha below us. She sings in the morning, off-key and to no one but her cats. You like her music, sometimes it is a song you know, and you want to go to her and tell her to sing louder so all of Paris can hear.
But you can't.
No one must know we are here.
Don't open the blinds. You're too weak to stand now, your face is pale but you still laugh, you laugh and shine, crazy diamond.
Martha sings to the moon as I paint your skin with the lines that claim you for me.
fin
Ship: Ginny/Luna
Rating: PG
Word Count: 375
Warnings: references to the Beatles and Pink Floyd
Summary: I touch your skin and you bend to my hands.
"come on you target for far away laughter/come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine" -Pink Floyd
-
I wish you were stronger so you could fight for yourself. I'm not as strong as you think I am--I would never tell you that. I like you depending on me. I like you, the purr of your breath in my ear, the sight of you with your hair spread across your face and breasts because you've grown it so long.
Sometimes I dream of you fighting like we did in the war, before we all fell into the secrets we are bound to now. Now we're tired, fallen into the grooves of routine like the needle in the records my father brought home from work when I was younger. When I still believed in magic the way you wish I would now. But it's all so pretend now, no one is left. The schools are empty of children and the teachers stink of gin. The air is thin and the rooms of Hogwarts smell of loss and surrender. Magic is no longer the ancient thing you remember it to be. It is cold and it is fading so quickly, it slips through my fingers the way my brothers did, and someday you will know this.
I touch your skin and you bend to my hands. All over you is the trace of the savages we have become when no one is watching, my fingernails have drawn deep red lines on your back. You whimper and cry in ways you never did before, before the records stopped playing but the needle kept dragging through the vinyl. Did I stop listening? You say I did, you say you hear the music, but it is only Martha below us. She sings in the morning, off-key and to no one but her cats. You like her music, sometimes it is a song you know, and you want to go to her and tell her to sing louder so all of Paris can hear.
But you can't.
No one must know we are here.
Don't open the blinds. You're too weak to stand now, your face is pale but you still laugh, you laugh and shine, crazy diamond.
Martha sings to the moon as I paint your skin with the lines that claim you for me.
fin