Ghosts
This is a one shot that came into my head whilst listening to the track; it's a break from Pure Poison but set in the same universe. The lyrics are ©the Indigo Girls and aren't mine, much as I wish they were, the characters aren't mine either otherwise I'd be as rich as JKR! Please drop me a review and make my day a happy one
Theres a letter on the
desktop
That I dug out of a drawer
The last truce we ever came
to
In our adolescent war
And I start to feel the fever
From
the warm air through the screen
You come regular like
seasons
Shadowing my dreams
Fine parchment slips between his fingers the silkiness of age renders it tactile and almost warm despite the coolness of the night air slipping through the casement window the loops of adolescent scrawl are still clear and black. He can remember when it was written the stupid argument started by nothing, well, a smile briefly touched his face; nothing but bottled suppressed hormones.
The
words I hate you leapt off of the page but they didn't wound
not now as they had then, after all, hatred had been a bad cover-up
for the real emotion that had simmered there. It had hurt his heart
when he'd first read it but now bathed in moonlight the memory was
a fond one it spoke of that first tremulous kiss and make up between
them.
And the mississippis
mighty
But it starts in minnesota
At a place that you could
walk across
With five steps down
And I guess thats how you
started
Like a pinprick to my heart
But at this point you rush
right through me
And I start to drown
Those days had been so sweet, tender unnoticed touches, kisses snuck in corners and behind statutes. Learning to touch one another hidden in the long grass near the lake; graduating and moving in together. Fighting in the war and holding one another when atrocity sapped at even his unnatural strength.
Then had come death and betrayal.
And
there's not enough room
In this world for my pain
Signals
cross and love gets lost
And time passed makes it plain
Of all
my demon spirits
I need you the most
I'm in love with your
ghost
I'm in love with your ghost
And oh how that had hurt.
He hadn't wanted to believe it, after all how could the one who held his heart do such a thing, to their friends, to him. And yet the evidence was overwhelming, damning…..
He'd suffered for years, decades until he'd been proved wrong, and then guilt had whipped him with a barbed wire sting for all of that terrible misjudgment.
Fingers traced over the looped writing, I hate you, still strong and distinct afterall these years, but not as much as he had hated himself
Dark and dangerous like a
secret
That gets whispered in a hush
(dont tell a soul)
When
I wake the things I dreamt about you
Last night make me
blush
(dont tell a soul)
And you kiss me like a lover
Then
you sting me like a viper
I go follow to the river
Play your
memory like a piper
Forgiveness had been sweet and so easily won, after all they were still in love, that hatred hadn't been enough to drown the feeling not even Azkaban had driven it out but it hadn't been easy to take up where they left off – they'd both grown and changed, and yet the underlying fabric hadn't so he'd just had to stretch in places it had been worth it.
It had been.
And I feel it like a
sickness
How this love is killing me
Id walk into the
fingers
Of your fire willingly
And dance the edge of sanity
Ive
never been this close
Im in love with your ghost
They'd had to go, the Order had called and they'd gone running, like a repeat of their past, straight from honeymoon to funeral but it had been harder this time because they had people to protect as well as themselves.
Moonlight
stroked over his skin and his fingers crumpled the smooth parchment
until the edges of it cut into his skin and the blood contrasted with
the ink another shade of black in the darkness.
Unknowing
captor
You never know how much you
Pierce my spirit
But I
cant touch you
Can you hear it
A cry to be free
Oh I'm
forever under lock and key
As you pass through me
He'd know that Harry came before him in the scheme of things, there was love and duty all bound up in one package, part of him, the territorial part hated it, and hated Harry. But he was more or less able to control that, the fact he loved the boy himself helped. But Merlin the boy was irresponsible, and as quick as his godfather to leap into danger.
Dropping
the parchment he turned and walked away into the dark, finding a way
through the shuttered and shadowed library and into the more bulky
silhouettes of the kitchen, pausing to unbolt the backdoor and slip
out onto the grass.
Now I see your face
before me
I would launch a thousand ships
To bring your heart
back to my island
As the sand beneath me slips
As I burn up in
your presence
And I know now how it feels
To be weakened like
achilles
With you always at my heels
They'd leapt into danger, the pair of them, but only one had been laughing in its face, only one of them had slipped through the veil that night at the ministry and left this huge hole in his heart and a house haunted by a thousand ghosts of touches, kisses love and smiles.
The moon stung his skin and he threw back his head and finally let the transformation take him, let the beast strip him of his pain with a whimper of "Sirius" humanity fled and with it he prayed all concept of ghosts.
This bitter pill I
swallow
Is the silence that I keep
It poisons me I cant swim
free
The river is too deep
Though Im baptized by your touch
I
am no worse than most
In love with your ghost
A howl full of everything arched across the woods.
You are shadowing my
dreams
(in love with your ghost)
(in love with your ghost)
(in
love with your ghost)