paralysis of reality.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Neville Longbottom & Luna Lovegood
Prompts: 35. whitewashed walls
Word Count: 906
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Warning: Character insanity.
Notes: Written for 500themes.
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It’s craziness and insanity, but she doesn’t know. And if she did, would she care? The insanity of it all penetrates everything, through her and beyond until it’s everywhere, engulfing, drowning. She’s stuck, but it doesn’t matter - everyone’s always believed in her insanity, anyways.
Loony Lovegood, was it?
She sings, she dances and she hums to tunes no one else hears. She waltzes to the melodies of another time, and she imagines her cotton dress billowing in a field of flowers. Chirping, chirping, chirping….
“Luna?”
Is it distant, that voice? She blinks, focuses and blinks again; it’s near and dear, right before her eyes. It’s Neville, solemn and angsty Neville. She hates it when Neville is like this, all sad and glum. And so she smiles and waltzes towards him, her bony fingers reaching towards his face. “Hi, Neville dear,” and she places a light, passing kiss on his lips. “Frowning is bad, you know.”
He seems to relax, some of the tension easing out of his body. What she can’t hear, can’t know, can’t read are the thoughts driving through his mind: is today a good day? Neville can’t know for sure - he never knows, and that’s part of the mystery, and part of what is surely, but slowly driving him insane also.
Blissfully unaware, Luna is content, laughing and smiling. “What brings you here today?”
He forces a wry smile onto his face, lifting the small plastic bags in his hands into the air. “Lunch?”
The smell of food seems to genuinely delight her as she laughs and takes the food from his clenched fingers, gliding over to the table. With each passing moment more tension eases from his body - today seems good, she’s here today. But he sends a quick prayer up to the heavens, just in case.
“So what did you do this morning?” Neville asks lightly. This questions has its dangers, but then so does everything else he says - she has become so unpredictable, so unstable that anything can set her off and she’ll be gone again, unreachable to him.
“I drew this - the hysoglyphs visited with me so I drew them a present,” she beams up at him and reaches for a stack of papers. “Here - look!”
Neville doesn’t know what to expect, so he holds no expectations - in the end it’s almost like what he would have expected, had things not been so different. Even in her insanity she is gifted, the pencil sketches light and accurate, bringing to life something that never existed.
“It’s beautiful, Luna,” he breathes, always truthful to the last word.
She tilts her head with an airy smile with an outstretched hand. “It is, isn’t it?” There’s no arrogance in her words, only joy. Neville places the sketch back within her fingers, and just as he does, a bell trills through the small room. It’s a familiar noise to Neville now, and just by glancing at Luna, he knows that today, she also recognizes it for what it is.
“Time’s up so soon?” she asks with a sigh. “It feels like you just got here.”
Guilt pours through Neville upon hearing this. He did just get there. And unlike previous visits, this time it is entirely his fault that their time together is less than fifteen minutes. Fear, the all dreaded fear and her spiralling descent into insanity has him scared for his life. For her life, and it’s as if the war-jaded Neville never existed, because in his place is the cowardly, young and fearful Neville that always runs and shies away at the first sign of trouble.
He purposefully arrives late occasionally, because it’s too much for him to handle. What if it’s a bad day, what does he do for two agonizing hours? He can’t just leave her, and so the only thing he can do is watch on painfully, watching his beloved Luna fade away into a demented shadow of her former bright self.
“Sorry darling,” he says with a forced smile that doesn’t hide his guilt and agony one bit. “I’ll be back earlier tomorrow.”
There’s a pout on her lips that sends a wave of nostalgia through Neville. It’s so like herself that for a moment, he forgets that the Luna he loves is never coming back to stay. Biting back a gulp, he sweeps forward a lands a soft, lingering kiss on her forehead. “Enjoy your lunch and the rest of your day too, okay? I’ll see you soon.”
She whispers a quiet okay, and unexpectedly, wraps her thin arms around him for a hug. “Come back soon, Neville.”
This time the quiet choked sob can’t be subsided and it escapes from Neville’s throat. With all his regret, anger and love he returns her embrace, nearly crushing her small frame to his, attempting to mould her body into his. In his mind he’s transferring his life’s energy to her, making her healthy just by the sheer force of his love and determination.
But too soon she pulls away, and it only takes him a second to notice the new, hazy look in her eyes. The smile still plays on her lips, but Neville knows that for today, she’s gone. His heart shatters more with every second he spends here with her like this, but he’ll return tomorrow and every day after that, until one day, he hopes that she’ll take him with her to wherever she goes.
Characters: Neville Longbottom & Luna Lovegood
Prompts: 35. whitewashed walls
Word Count: 906
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Warning: Character insanity.
Notes: Written for 500themes.
-
It’s craziness and insanity, but she doesn’t know. And if she did, would she care? The insanity of it all penetrates everything, through her and beyond until it’s everywhere, engulfing, drowning. She’s stuck, but it doesn’t matter - everyone’s always believed in her insanity, anyways.
Loony Lovegood, was it?
She sings, she dances and she hums to tunes no one else hears. She waltzes to the melodies of another time, and she imagines her cotton dress billowing in a field of flowers. Chirping, chirping, chirping….
“Luna?”
Is it distant, that voice? She blinks, focuses and blinks again; it’s near and dear, right before her eyes. It’s Neville, solemn and angsty Neville. She hates it when Neville is like this, all sad and glum. And so she smiles and waltzes towards him, her bony fingers reaching towards his face. “Hi, Neville dear,” and she places a light, passing kiss on his lips. “Frowning is bad, you know.”
He seems to relax, some of the tension easing out of his body. What she can’t hear, can’t know, can’t read are the thoughts driving through his mind: is today a good day? Neville can’t know for sure - he never knows, and that’s part of the mystery, and part of what is surely, but slowly driving him insane also.
Blissfully unaware, Luna is content, laughing and smiling. “What brings you here today?”
He forces a wry smile onto his face, lifting the small plastic bags in his hands into the air. “Lunch?”
The smell of food seems to genuinely delight her as she laughs and takes the food from his clenched fingers, gliding over to the table. With each passing moment more tension eases from his body - today seems good, she’s here today. But he sends a quick prayer up to the heavens, just in case.
“So what did you do this morning?” Neville asks lightly. This questions has its dangers, but then so does everything else he says - she has become so unpredictable, so unstable that anything can set her off and she’ll be gone again, unreachable to him.
“I drew this - the hysoglyphs visited with me so I drew them a present,” she beams up at him and reaches for a stack of papers. “Here - look!”
Neville doesn’t know what to expect, so he holds no expectations - in the end it’s almost like what he would have expected, had things not been so different. Even in her insanity she is gifted, the pencil sketches light and accurate, bringing to life something that never existed.
“It’s beautiful, Luna,” he breathes, always truthful to the last word.
She tilts her head with an airy smile with an outstretched hand. “It is, isn’t it?” There’s no arrogance in her words, only joy. Neville places the sketch back within her fingers, and just as he does, a bell trills through the small room. It’s a familiar noise to Neville now, and just by glancing at Luna, he knows that today, she also recognizes it for what it is.
“Time’s up so soon?” she asks with a sigh. “It feels like you just got here.”
Guilt pours through Neville upon hearing this. He did just get there. And unlike previous visits, this time it is entirely his fault that their time together is less than fifteen minutes. Fear, the all dreaded fear and her spiralling descent into insanity has him scared for his life. For her life, and it’s as if the war-jaded Neville never existed, because in his place is the cowardly, young and fearful Neville that always runs and shies away at the first sign of trouble.
He purposefully arrives late occasionally, because it’s too much for him to handle. What if it’s a bad day, what does he do for two agonizing hours? He can’t just leave her, and so the only thing he can do is watch on painfully, watching his beloved Luna fade away into a demented shadow of her former bright self.
“Sorry darling,” he says with a forced smile that doesn’t hide his guilt and agony one bit. “I’ll be back earlier tomorrow.”
There’s a pout on her lips that sends a wave of nostalgia through Neville. It’s so like herself that for a moment, he forgets that the Luna he loves is never coming back to stay. Biting back a gulp, he sweeps forward a lands a soft, lingering kiss on her forehead. “Enjoy your lunch and the rest of your day too, okay? I’ll see you soon.”
She whispers a quiet okay, and unexpectedly, wraps her thin arms around him for a hug. “Come back soon, Neville.”
This time the quiet choked sob can’t be subsided and it escapes from Neville’s throat. With all his regret, anger and love he returns her embrace, nearly crushing her small frame to his, attempting to mould her body into his. In his mind he’s transferring his life’s energy to her, making her healthy just by the sheer force of his love and determination.
But too soon she pulls away, and it only takes him a second to notice the new, hazy look in her eyes. The smile still plays on her lips, but Neville knows that for today, she’s gone. His heart shatters more with every second he spends here with her like this, but he’ll return tomorrow and every day after that, until one day, he hopes that she’ll take him with her to wherever she goes.