Chairos, As pure as snow
Title: Chairos
Character(s): Bellatrix Black/Lord Voldemort
Prompt: 1. As pure as snow
Rating: PG
Word Count: 159.
Summary: the right moment, the right time.
Author's Notes: chairos is indeed a concept common in classical education. It was the moment the teacher could use to best teach a lesson to the learner. It's present in Isocrates. It's a magical concept, in the sense of magic as working out corrispondences. The chairos is a corrispondence of feeling between the teacher who looks and the evolution of the person the teacher taught.
White like her skin and white like her lips are now. He can remember the youth and the woman of her time, in her prime, her laugh and her wisdom, her charm, and the appeal of those lips.
Lord Voldemort knows of the concept of chairos- the right moment, the opportunity. It had come from the antiquity of Greece right into his own time, into a dusty classroom where a witch had taught him Aritmancy- it had, of course, to do with senses, and not just with calculations he had learnt there. He knows, in a way, he had lost a great deal of chairoi with the woman before him. And he knows, as she does, that nothing could really change their life, their history, the texture of their reality.
And when she will fall he’ll call her Bella, the pure, the faithful one. And he’ll sacrifice his pride to rescue her, into the precision of history unmaking itself.
Character(s): Bellatrix Black/Lord Voldemort
Prompt: 1. As pure as snow
Rating: PG
Word Count: 159.
Summary: the right moment, the right time.
Author's Notes: chairos is indeed a concept common in classical education. It was the moment the teacher could use to best teach a lesson to the learner. It's present in Isocrates. It's a magical concept, in the sense of magic as working out corrispondences. The chairos is a corrispondence of feeling between the teacher who looks and the evolution of the person the teacher taught.
White like her skin and white like her lips are now. He can remember the youth and the woman of her time, in her prime, her laugh and her wisdom, her charm, and the appeal of those lips.
Lord Voldemort knows of the concept of chairos- the right moment, the opportunity. It had come from the antiquity of Greece right into his own time, into a dusty classroom where a witch had taught him Aritmancy- it had, of course, to do with senses, and not just with calculations he had learnt there. He knows, in a way, he had lost a great deal of chairoi with the woman before him. And he knows, as she does, that nothing could really change their life, their history, the texture of their reality.
And when she will fall he’ll call her Bella, the pure, the faithful one. And he’ll sacrifice his pride to rescue her, into the precision of history unmaking itself.