Rating
15+
MOONGATE BECKONS WHEN THE CANVAS SLEEPS by gossipweaver
- Rating
- 15+
- Chapters
- 13
- Reviews
- 31
- Views
- 4,219
Chapters
13
Words
34,814
Characters
Oliver, OC
Primary Relationship
Secondary Relationship(s)
OC/OC, Other Pairing
Genre(s)
Romance, Angst, Young Adult
Era
Hogwarts
Advisory
No Warnings
Story Reviews
Status
Completed
First Published
2005-12-08 1:53am
Last Chapter
2006-09-28 11:20pm
Last Updated
2006-09-28 11:20pm
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| Ch. # | Chapter Title | Word Count | Reviews |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 |
Chapter 1 In Search Of The Shoreline When illusions overlap with reality, when fairy tales become too real... Unfortunately for Oliver, not all fairy tales have a happy ending... What can be more cruel… purposely arranging two people from two different worlds, to cross paths, meet, fall in love, only to part ways… |
1,348 | 2 |
| 2 |
Chapter 2 Passwords In The Rain The tapping sounds of rain seem to be language that only his ears can understand… |
1,081 | 1 |
| 3 |
Chapter 3 The Ashes Of Love In this busy metropolis, a walk of no more than a hundred steps is an encounter of no less than a hundred faces that are just like his… faces covered with the ashes of love… lonely shadows that do nothing but provide company for the other lonely shadows… |
1,411 | 2 |
| 4 |
Chapter 4 An Imprint From A Stranger Theirs was a brief but intimate encounter, and by chance, they would meet again. For him, she is his temporary escape from reality, but for her, he represents a long lasting reminder of what she longs to have as her reality… |
1,256 | 1 |
| 5 |
Chapter 5 Feels Like A Surprise Visit From A Dear Old Friend She hadn’t seen him in a while, and she certainly didn’t expect to see so much of him all at once this morning, but what she really wanted to see remained hidden… |
1,936 | 4 |
| 6 |
Chapter 6 Fantasy’s Mirror When a children's fairy tale begins to play itself out in real life with uncanny similarities, such is fantasy crisscrossing with reality, and the ending will matter more than ever... |
3,027 | 1 |
| 7 |
Chapter 7 The Wrongs Of Time The feelings of time… the heartbeat of time… the victims of time… |
2,488 | 3 |
| 8 |
Chapter 8 Across The Glassy Window Standing between them is always going to be something that divides them… the door in a frame, the light from a lamp, or the curtain on a window, that takes at least one person to open… but does this automatically mean the other person is also ready for its opening? |
2,454 | 5 |
| 9 |
Chapter 9 Snowflake To survive is a lifespan of cold and loneliness. To be safe is to travel with the bitter winds. Yet one snowflake is determined to find his path to warmth, even knowing that his decision would mean his instant demise. But no one will understand the snowflake. He would not want it any other way. With his last breath, he slowly melts away, in the fires of love he was always destined to be with… |
3,897 | 3 |
| 10 |
Chapter 10 Marionette Loving someone is like allowing that person to permanently dictate every movement of one’s heart strings, and every moment of one’s happiness and sadness. We wonder of his next move… it all depends on his owner… |
3,378 | 2 |
| 11 |
Chapter 11 Thundersnow ”Yuriko, I stand by the barren tree. I await your musical strings. Your letters my heart sings. Ambience for my bloodstains. Innocence under your celestial wings. Yuriko, I still have your ring. Stop your departing train. Stop punishing me with pain. I need more than rain. Don’t leave behind the olive wooden tree…” ~ Oliver Wood ~ |
3,502 | 2 |
| 12 |
Chapter 12 The Mournful Sound Of The Train Whistle What was left to accompany the rain was but the tinkling of melancholic bells, like glimmers of punctuation marks, chording through the wails of music from the wavering speakers, and lyrics sung by the remaining lonesome winds. Dissonant, unresolved, and distant, it was the mournful sound of the train whistle, the low constant pitch vehemently trumpeting its way back to the station where she was. With its rhythms crisscrossing through the dazzling raindrops, the train whistle was determined to escort her one last time, like a final lingering call, resonating gallantly for miles and miles... |
4,113 | 2 |
| 13 |
Chapter 13 We Find Shading Under The Same White Cloud (Conclusion) Once in a while, if you get a chance, if you have the time, take a moment and look up into the skies. Find that white cloud, and you’ll find me, because on the other side, I’ll be looking at the same, thinking of you… thanking you… for the memories… |
4,923 | 3 |
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