A/N: Challenge given to me by Sabriel1317, as my final story/freeverse before I can become a beta reader! I'm not sure if I'll keep writing after that, but I probably will. So, a Lysander/Dominique fic; with the genres Hurt/Comfort and Family. If it's terrible, please don't flame – Rae has a strange sense of humour.
Lysander
He's
d:i:f:f:e:r:e:n:t
[but then, so are you]
his
b/l/o/n/d/e
hair
*notasniceasyours*
well, aren't we vain
(((or just maybe a bit)))
j\e\a\l\o\u\s
that he can be
whoever
he wants
and you're
|cast|
in this
|mold|
you kind of wish
you weren't so
Weasley
because
e-v-e-r-y-o-n-e
knows your
face
and they think they know
[you]
so when you find him
\\crying\\
in the corridor
you don't stop
because you're
m.a.d
and
{{{sad}}}
and deep down you just
*w*i*s*h*
you were like
him
(((what business has he to be crying)))
when you're
b/r/e/a/k/i/n/g
up inside
so you
turn
on your heel
and just
~walk~
away.
A/N: Tell me what you think, whether you hated it, loved it, or didn't really care. I'd love your input! Thanks to Rae for inspiration.
