The moon hangs high in the dark sky,
full of blistering rage and memories
that seep out of over its ridge
and into the small, grim library,
casting pale light over the pair
as they sit in twin corner chairs.
It tints the room ever so slightly,
not enough to read, but enough for them.
It's full of rage and they're full of the pain
of families lost and paths unclear.
They fight its pull but it's too much
so their agony overflows like water;
he's talking, fast but quiet, then she is,
about his demons and her lies
and her theories and his eyes,
and how they're a physical representation
of their world of grey, of flatness and compromise.
She understands his devastation.
He understands her deception.
But neither understands themself.
The clock ticks on and on and on
tracking the steady countdown
to their mutual self-destruction,
inevitable unless they defuse themselves first.
And they know it,
they know that they both teeter
on the brink of that cliff, all hope lost,
brought there by others like lambs to slaughter,
then abandoned like yesterday's trash.
He longs to be made anew
and she wants to heal.
Phonemes provide stitches,
meanings supply nurses,
so they bare their wounds
and they help one another
to staunch the blood flow
so they have time to deal
with their cuts on their own –
on their own but together.
So they talk on
and the moon moves on
and the sun rises
and they're still here.
A/N: Thank you to my lovely brother for betaing this and for indulging me by trying to guess who, where and when the characters are.
Challenges:
Character Versatility Challenge – Luna Lovegood, Sirius Black
Rare Pairings Challenge – Luna Lovegood/Sirius Black
If You Dare Challenge – prompt: A Full Moon