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mimbulus requested.
So, with no further adue, I present to you all-
Some of you on HARASS have probably seen it last December. I don't remember who created this, so if you're reading this, tell me so and I'll credit you and apologize profusely. :)
arwen_elvenfair, shall I post the Legolas "art" I did on followship?
I wrote a ficlet tonight, andmorgi_chikenpie did a swift beta for me. It's my first fic-length ficlet I ever wrote in HP fandom, and this baby goes to chapter owls! Er...yeah...*blushblush*
BTW,avadriel, Morgi sends her love, and she's sorry she couldn't contact you. I only caught her about 20 minutes before she signed off so...er...
This fic is highly inspired from the poem in its beginning.
Desclaimer: You think I'm JKR? *rolls in laughter*
La Chevelure (Chanson de Bilitis)/ Pierre Louÿs
Il m'a dit: "Cette nuit, J'ai revé. Javais ta
Chevelure autour de mon cou. J'avais tes
cheveux comme un collier noir autour de
ma nuque et sur ma poitrine.
Je les carressais; et c'étaient les miens; et
Nous étions liés pour toujours ainsi, par la
Même chevelure bouche sur la bouche,
Ainsi que deux lauriers n'ont souvent
Qu'une racine.
Et peu à peu, il m'a semblé, tant nos
Membres étaient confondus, que je
Devenais toi-même ou que tu entrais en
Moi comme mon songe."
Quand it eut achevé, il mit doucement ses
Mains sur mes épaules, et il me regarda
D'un regard si tendre, que je baissai les
Yeux avec un frisson.
It was before dawn. Pale red beams of sunlight stroke the bed, breaking and criss-crossing where the sheets were tousled. My head, still filled with dreams felt heavy, but I was awake, with no intention of going back to sleep.
He slept next to me, his features soft on the cotton pillow. His face was unmarred, not even by the slightest frown, I was always baffled to see him so young and helpless. I have seen him looking like that for only one other day in my life. These precious hours of his deep slumber have rendered him the look he had on the day of our wedding. Clear, young face with peaceful features for once. He was always afraid that if he were too happy, people would use it against him. I understood where that worry came from. If my father were to see me so happy with him, he would've crucio-ed me on the spot just to make sure I wasn't too happy. Ah, my father…he could never understand the deepness of my bonding with Harry . He was too cold, too ruthless, too unfeeling to know that deep love. Poor man, I almost pitied him when Harry had finally killed him.
Almost.
I shook myself out of my reverie. I shall not spoil this hour of enjoyment by thinking about my father. No. I will watch Harry as he sleeps because no one but me knows what a beautiful sight it is. I am quite happy that no one knows how ethereal he looks when he sleeps; I cannot share this sight with anyone else. The jealousy would drive me mad.
Just look at him. Look at his black hair spilled all over the pillow. He finally understood how to tame it, and usually went around with a ponytail. But the black waves of his hair were freed when he was with me. When he had his back turned at me, I was always wondering what I was doing in a relationship with a girl. Then Harry turned back to me and all my musings went astray.
Come to think of it, it's not even his hair that makes me think of his looks as feminine. It's when he sleeps, that his face looks so vulnerable that were I to name him a role to play in a fairy tale, it wouldn't be the Saviour. It would be the delicate damsel who needed rescuing. And oh, how I would love to rescue this damsel.
I am aware of the fact that people find my looks effeminate. It's not my fault. Hundreds of years of inbreeding made my face all angular and my hair unnaturally bright and sleek, like all Malfoys. My parents looked like that, my grandparents looked like that too. However, I am lucky enough to be only one eighth of a veela or else I would've had tendencies to mood swings and facial changes when I was angry. Mother looked quite horrendous when she was angry. As a child, I used to run away from the room when she was angry. She looked quite monstrous when the Aurors had killed her: all twisted limbs and contorted features as she used all her human cruelty on the unforgivables and was left only with her inhuman side. Grandma had an alarming tendency to sprout wings when she was angry. I still have nightmares about that sometimes.
Wandered again, haven't I. Well, I'll just have to something to do in order to keep my mind on one track. I scooted over to my husband's side and caressed his hair.
If I were in one of my sappier moods I'd be inclined to call the creature that sleeps next to me "my dark angel". My avenging angel, with his long black hair and his pale face and his gleaming eyes. First time we had to fight side by side, his eyes were glowing when he killed someone. They were so intensely alight that for a moment I thought they'd throw sparks. Even though we weren't in love at that time, I was happy not to be his enemy anymore. I was terribly afraid of him that moment, it took all of my courage to look at his face and not shudder.
I continued to caresshis hair in comfortable silence.
As I was doing that, he stirred. Eyes opening slowly, his gaze was warm and sleepy as he looked at me.
"Hello, love"
My heart constricted at his way of saying "love": A quivering little sound which went straight into my soul.
I leaned into him, nuzzling his neck. He put his arm around my shoulder. He was like a walking Warming Charm; Always radiating heat. I loved it. Sometimes I felt so cold.
I nuzzled deeper into his hair, and as my calf went over his legs I turned my face onto his and kissed him chastely on the lips. He kissed back, not deepening it, but making sure I knew just how much he loved doing this in wordless actions.
How symbolic. Just as we kissed the sun rose and cast shimmering lights all over the walls through the shutters. We were surrounded by fairy lights, what a pretty sight we must have made.
Now he did deepen his kiss and moaned quietly into it. The sound went straight to my throat as his tongue entered my mouth. My body was warm enough by now, but it kept getting hotter. Tingling little pings in my lower belly told me this would soon not satisfy me anymore. It never did in these hours of the morning. Lucky then that we wear so little when we go to bed.
I then took off the only garment that covered him, his boxers, my fingers touching his hips, my nails scratching his inner thigh on purpose. He shivered slightly, took the hint and got my own underwear off too in a slow, sensuous movement that made me crave him even more.
He was already mine, and yet I always felt as though I had to mark him all over again as I covered his soft skin with my weight and scraped my teeth in his neck and breastbone. He shivered, his mouth parting. Pretty thing. When I see him like that, suddenly my hidden Veela part always rouses and blind jealousy washes all over me. I cover him completely, hiding his slender body from the rest of the world. No one will ever have him but me, I swear. He and me. We are one, the air sings as I take him. He always lets me take him, sensing my need to do that. His little noises and movements send me to heights of arousal such as I've never known till now. He is no less aroused than I am now. His intense enjoyment is obvious on the contours of his face, as his eyes shut for a minute and then open wide the next and his cheeks flush furiously. The blushing maiden. I bite on his nipple. His cry sends me right over the edge, but he is not there yet. I pump him faster and faster until he comes too, wetting my hand. I wait till his eyes open and lick my hand clean in a cat-like movement. He looks at me through a lust-veiled gaze, mouthing I love you. His eyes burn his mark in my soul that moment. I am his just as he is mine, he tells me in his gaze, with no hesitation. And then I suddenly feel like He's been in control all along, and not me, the one who has just taken him. What a cunning little boy.
I look back at him, sending all my love to him in a single glance. His cheeks turn even a little redder, and his gaze drops in sudden shyness. Then he raises it back and looks at me tenderly.
The light now doesn't come from the cheery morning sun. It comes from my own soul.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In the beginning I thought this was a joke on Lij's expense, and that was REALLY funny. ;D
JV: But you went on this whole boot camp you all had to go to? And you (indicating Jason) obviously had to go.
Jason: They put me in charge, the boys, the American military. They don’t really understand Hollywood, they said “You’re playing Mike Steele? All right, you’re in charge of the actors, make sure they turn up on time” and we were going “I don’t think you understand how it works, you know?”
JV: But why did he (pointing to Orlando) have to go to the boot camp?
Jason:…Because, he’s a very pretty boy and you know it’s all men there…
(audience laughs)
Jason: I don’t know if you’ve seen Lord of the Rings, but if you’ve seen Lord of the Rings, you’ve seen him in his Dani Behr wig (blonde tv presenter)
JV: He was the Lord of the Rings
Jason: He cheers up a whole evening I can tell you.
Orlando: (laughing) It’s true. They really wanted me there, what can I say?
JV
“Deliverance” voice)You’ve got a pretty mouth boy.
mimbulus requested.So, with no further adue, I present to you all-
Some of you on HARASS have probably seen it last December. I don't remember who created this, so if you're reading this, tell me so and I'll credit you and apologize profusely. :)
arwen_elvenfair, shall I post the Legolas "art" I did on followship?I wrote a ficlet tonight, and
morgi_chikenpie did a swift beta for me. It's my first fic-length ficlet I ever wrote in HP fandom, and this baby goes to chapter owls! Er...yeah...*blushblush*BTW,
avadriel, Morgi sends her love, and she's sorry she couldn't contact you. I only caught her about 20 minutes before she signed off so...er...This fic is highly inspired from the poem in its beginning.
Desclaimer: You think I'm JKR? *rolls in laughter*
La Chevelure (Chanson de Bilitis)/ Pierre Louÿs
Il m'a dit: "Cette nuit, J'ai revé. Javais ta
Chevelure autour de mon cou. J'avais tes
cheveux comme un collier noir autour de
ma nuque et sur ma poitrine.
Je les carressais; et c'étaient les miens; et
Nous étions liés pour toujours ainsi, par la
Même chevelure bouche sur la bouche,
Ainsi que deux lauriers n'ont souvent
Qu'une racine.
Et peu à peu, il m'a semblé, tant nos
Membres étaient confondus, que je
Devenais toi-même ou que tu entrais en
Moi comme mon songe."
Quand it eut achevé, il mit doucement ses
Mains sur mes épaules, et il me regarda
D'un regard si tendre, que je baissai les
Yeux avec un frisson.
It was before dawn. Pale red beams of sunlight stroke the bed, breaking and criss-crossing where the sheets were tousled. My head, still filled with dreams felt heavy, but I was awake, with no intention of going back to sleep.
He slept next to me, his features soft on the cotton pillow. His face was unmarred, not even by the slightest frown, I was always baffled to see him so young and helpless. I have seen him looking like that for only one other day in my life. These precious hours of his deep slumber have rendered him the look he had on the day of our wedding. Clear, young face with peaceful features for once. He was always afraid that if he were too happy, people would use it against him. I understood where that worry came from. If my father were to see me so happy with him, he would've crucio-ed me on the spot just to make sure I wasn't too happy. Ah, my father…he could never understand the deepness of my bonding with Harry . He was too cold, too ruthless, too unfeeling to know that deep love. Poor man, I almost pitied him when Harry had finally killed him.
Almost.
I shook myself out of my reverie. I shall not spoil this hour of enjoyment by thinking about my father. No. I will watch Harry as he sleeps because no one but me knows what a beautiful sight it is. I am quite happy that no one knows how ethereal he looks when he sleeps; I cannot share this sight with anyone else. The jealousy would drive me mad.
Just look at him. Look at his black hair spilled all over the pillow. He finally understood how to tame it, and usually went around with a ponytail. But the black waves of his hair were freed when he was with me. When he had his back turned at me, I was always wondering what I was doing in a relationship with a girl. Then Harry turned back to me and all my musings went astray.
Come to think of it, it's not even his hair that makes me think of his looks as feminine. It's when he sleeps, that his face looks so vulnerable that were I to name him a role to play in a fairy tale, it wouldn't be the Saviour. It would be the delicate damsel who needed rescuing. And oh, how I would love to rescue this damsel.
I am aware of the fact that people find my looks effeminate. It's not my fault. Hundreds of years of inbreeding made my face all angular and my hair unnaturally bright and sleek, like all Malfoys. My parents looked like that, my grandparents looked like that too. However, I am lucky enough to be only one eighth of a veela or else I would've had tendencies to mood swings and facial changes when I was angry. Mother looked quite horrendous when she was angry. As a child, I used to run away from the room when she was angry. She looked quite monstrous when the Aurors had killed her: all twisted limbs and contorted features as she used all her human cruelty on the unforgivables and was left only with her inhuman side. Grandma had an alarming tendency to sprout wings when she was angry. I still have nightmares about that sometimes.
Wandered again, haven't I. Well, I'll just have to something to do in order to keep my mind on one track. I scooted over to my husband's side and caressed his hair.
If I were in one of my sappier moods I'd be inclined to call the creature that sleeps next to me "my dark angel". My avenging angel, with his long black hair and his pale face and his gleaming eyes. First time we had to fight side by side, his eyes were glowing when he killed someone. They were so intensely alight that for a moment I thought they'd throw sparks. Even though we weren't in love at that time, I was happy not to be his enemy anymore. I was terribly afraid of him that moment, it took all of my courage to look at his face and not shudder.
I continued to caresshis hair in comfortable silence.
As I was doing that, he stirred. Eyes opening slowly, his gaze was warm and sleepy as he looked at me.
"Hello, love"
My heart constricted at his way of saying "love": A quivering little sound which went straight into my soul.
I leaned into him, nuzzling his neck. He put his arm around my shoulder. He was like a walking Warming Charm; Always radiating heat. I loved it. Sometimes I felt so cold.
I nuzzled deeper into his hair, and as my calf went over his legs I turned my face onto his and kissed him chastely on the lips. He kissed back, not deepening it, but making sure I knew just how much he loved doing this in wordless actions.
How symbolic. Just as we kissed the sun rose and cast shimmering lights all over the walls through the shutters. We were surrounded by fairy lights, what a pretty sight we must have made.
Now he did deepen his kiss and moaned quietly into it. The sound went straight to my throat as his tongue entered my mouth. My body was warm enough by now, but it kept getting hotter. Tingling little pings in my lower belly told me this would soon not satisfy me anymore. It never did in these hours of the morning. Lucky then that we wear so little when we go to bed.
I then took off the only garment that covered him, his boxers, my fingers touching his hips, my nails scratching his inner thigh on purpose. He shivered slightly, took the hint and got my own underwear off too in a slow, sensuous movement that made me crave him even more.
He was already mine, and yet I always felt as though I had to mark him all over again as I covered his soft skin with my weight and scraped my teeth in his neck and breastbone. He shivered, his mouth parting. Pretty thing. When I see him like that, suddenly my hidden Veela part always rouses and blind jealousy washes all over me. I cover him completely, hiding his slender body from the rest of the world. No one will ever have him but me, I swear. He and me. We are one, the air sings as I take him. He always lets me take him, sensing my need to do that. His little noises and movements send me to heights of arousal such as I've never known till now. He is no less aroused than I am now. His intense enjoyment is obvious on the contours of his face, as his eyes shut for a minute and then open wide the next and his cheeks flush furiously. The blushing maiden. I bite on his nipple. His cry sends me right over the edge, but he is not there yet. I pump him faster and faster until he comes too, wetting my hand. I wait till his eyes open and lick my hand clean in a cat-like movement. He looks at me through a lust-veiled gaze, mouthing I love you. His eyes burn his mark in my soul that moment. I am his just as he is mine, he tells me in his gaze, with no hesitation. And then I suddenly feel like He's been in control all along, and not me, the one who has just taken him. What a cunning little boy.
I look back at him, sending all my love to him in a single glance. His cheeks turn even a little redder, and his gaze drops in sudden shyness. Then he raises it back and looks at me tenderly.
The light now doesn't come from the cheery morning sun. It comes from my own soul.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In the beginning I thought this was a joke on Lij's expense, and that was REALLY funny. ;D
JV: But you went on this whole boot camp you all had to go to? And you (indicating Jason) obviously had to go.
Jason: They put me in charge, the boys, the American military. They don’t really understand Hollywood, they said “You’re playing Mike Steele? All right, you’re in charge of the actors, make sure they turn up on time” and we were going “I don’t think you understand how it works, you know?”
JV: But why did he (pointing to Orlando) have to go to the boot camp?
Jason:…Because, he’s a very pretty boy and you know it’s all men there…
(audience laughs)
Jason: I don’t know if you’ve seen Lord of the Rings, but if you’ve seen Lord of the Rings, you’ve seen him in his Dani Behr wig (blonde tv presenter)
JV: He was the Lord of the Rings
Jason: He cheers up a whole evening I can tell you.
Orlando: (laughing)
It’s true. They really wanted me there, what can I say?JV
“Deliverance” voice)You’ve got a pretty mouth boy.
