Title:
Her
Love
Author:
Firstflier
Characters:
Lily Evans, James Potter.
Rating:
PG
Short
summary:
Introspective drabble trying to describe Lily Evans' love.
(Something of a companion piece to 'His Love')
Her love is like a summer storm.
Her love rushes in, sweeps him off his feet and leaves him breathless with wonder. The rain cleanses his soul, washing away his sins and making him a better man. The wind whirls him into a fury and brings him to his knees. Her love is raw, wild passion that thrums in her veins. It is the kind of love he will never hold in the palm of his hand but he does not mind because to be touched by it, just once, would be more than enough. He thinks it is more than he deserves, and maybe it is, but she has decided to grace his life with her presence and, really, who is he to argue? To know that he can let her love go flying free, no need to restrain it or control it, and it always comes rushing back to him is incredible. She is exciting and passionate and often doesn't think things through. She suffers from verbal diarrhoea and has one hell of a right hook. She is a battering ram against his senses, breaking him down one stone at a time until she has conquered him completely, albeit without her knowledge.
Her love is dangerous, experimental, wild and passionate. There are no buts or maybes. There is only the here and now, there is only the crazy anticipation of what will happen next, what heights can be reached if they Just. Keep. Going. It leaps in the deep end with both feet and he likes to think that is his influence but he knows there has always been this side to her; the side that just wants to let loose and run away uninhibited by her flawless common sense. That is why her love is wild and untamed. It is not a thing to be conquered; it is a mystery, deep, dark and completely enthralling and he has no desire to solve it, only to embrace it.
Her love, this new decade, free spirited, child of the 70s love, laughs and scoffs at his idea of romantic idealism. It ridicules the idea of love from a fallen era and yet it blushes prettily all the same. It is because of this blush, like the first kiss of colour on a rose petal, that his love is persistent. It will not dwindle or falter. Even when she was as cold and indifferent to him as the dying light of a wandering star he would not falter. Her love will remain forever perfect, forever as innocent as the first time they held hands.
She fits him like a glove and matches him beat for beat. He can see it in her eyes, those expressive, magical eyes, there is the knowledge that this is right. This is how it is meant to be and he falls ever deeper.
Her love has so much more of her personality than his ever will. It is fiery and tempestuous and downright crazy at times. But he knows he could not live a second without it.
Her love is hard work and easy at the same time. It is frustrating, illuminating, exciting, infuriating, caring and exhilarating. She is the reason he breathes, the sole reason he exists and she adores him, him, of all people.
Her love is bold, determined, adventurous. With her there are no buts or ifs. There is no tomorrow or yesterday there is just the moment in time they are in. Her love does not wish to be understood or analysed beyond recognition, it wants to be embraced, fully, completely. He does this without a seconds thought. Because, with Lily, a seconds indecision is a second too long.
Her love is like a tidal wave and, though he knows he is drowning, he has never felt better. Never felt more alive than the moment she stands on the very tip of her toes, her head tilted up and her lips whisper slowly, oh so very slowly, those four words he has longed to hear for so many years.
"I love you, James."
~*~