A/N: crap. I forgot about how I needed to adjust the spacing because ffdawtnet does weird things to it. Unexplainable for the word count, because I'm pretty sure it's not 888. Much less. :S I swear, I've gone back and redone this at least three times, now. Anyhoo, this is a DomLy freeverse for Astoria's Christmas present, just because she's awesome like that. And no, I don't own anything, it all belongs to JK, blah, blah, blah. So read and review, please (:
she's this jar of hearts, you see.
not just any jar.
(all crystalshineglow with her veela nature)
&she steals the hearts,
never to give them back.
a heart b-b-r-reaker,
with those redredred curls of hair
(like a storm)
those enticing blueblueblue eyes
dusted with g-l-i-t-t-e-r,
adorned with ribbons.
she's simply irresistible.
.
but l.o.o.k closer, dear boy.
can't you see those cracks forming
(ohso small, in the glass?)
crackcrackcrack
never able to live up to perfectbeautifullovely
Victoire (her older-prettier-better sister, see)
crackcrackcrack
the disappointment of her entire family
&it's ohso pathetic just because
you've known her for all those years.
& never once have you
ever ever noticed.
.
it's alwaysbeen dom&ly (or ly&dom)
since the very beginning,
&& you know her better than
a n y o n e.
(maybe even better than she does).
butbutbut knowing, sweetheart,
is different than seeing&believing
&&you're just too caught up
in your own little world
to see her falling apart.
just like that.
.
glitter&ribbons&sparkles
(awfully pretty little things, like her, aren't they?)
'nother thing in common: (they can only hide so much.)
the jar goes crack,
againagainagain (creak-crack-break)
s h a t t e r i n g (finally)
&dear dominique falls to p i e c e s.
blue eyes dull to cloudydarkdull shades of gray
red hair limp against her forehead
&&she's all like,
"ly. i'm transferring to beauxbatons."
.
took you l—o—n—g enough, eh?
.
that b-b-broken jar of hearts.
a horrible messmessmess on the ground.
(you're crawling, love, to pick it all up)
but even you
with your dearsweetclichéd words
&& you: (the one boy she's ever trulytrulytruly loved)
&& you: "ly, i'm going to marry you someday".
&&you: that sweetnaïveravenclaw
can't put her back to •ge •ther
a g a i n.
.
(darling, ever heard of broken-beyond-repair?)
she's gonegonegone with the wind – to france.
forever.
(&& that's a l—o—n—g time to wait, dear boy.)
.
look inside that broken shell.
&see the one heart that still sticks,
to that sharp shard of glass,
while all the others, they've just:
blownblownblown a w a y.
it's bigger than most (and definitely fully whole)
darling, it's yours, see.
it belongs to her. (has&always will.)