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numbness
\Numb"ness\, n. The condition of being numb; that state of a living body in which it loses, wholly or in part, the power of feeling or motion.
Silence. Footprints dance aimlessly in symmetry upon the dusted floor.
He sees the emaciated profile of his fantasy's delicate face; all prim and chicken-boned wonder.
Softly, withering like the whisper, he reaches for the penetrating light and he feels the folds of nobody's presence.
He's here; silence. Another moment to the moon, and they toast each other's blood to her majesty's claim. They are the moon-spirits and they dance only for her whimsical gaze. Soon he hears the swish of a cloak fluttering off sharp pointed shoulders but he doesn't turn around; he likes teasing in this way. A gentle smile curls at his face, two, three, four…ah, he feels cold fingers gripping the numbness of his hands.
"You waited,"
Bitter warmth grazing his neck and another pressure to his now softly prickling fingers. He closes his eyes through his lenses. Feels his other half join him in a moment of empty anticipation.
The music will soon begin. He tells his other so and receives a shove forward in return. He follows the shadows move, but lets his back face his silver-drawn companion. Tap, tap.
And a soft "Harry."
Spoken through the air.
He turns and faces the moon. She is full and in her main stage of glory. We dance to you and cry our vulgar love through your blessing. He reaches back and catches an awaiting arm.
"Promise me something, Draco,"
He begs softly and pulls the stray forward; advance.
"I promise you eternal death and suffering through her will." She will always be there to watch you burn, was the reply left unspoken by both spirits. Harry smiles and kisses his lover's hand. "Then we begin." And now the darkness conceals their infinite prayer and forgiveness flows through their veins.
Shh, don't let happiness corrupt the innocent.
But some flowers bloom in the blackness of night,
while others wilt in the light.
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tomorrow.
Eternity will dance among the mortals and spread below the seeds.
Even darkness has its roots.