A/N: This is going to be a series of James/Lily drabbles, but some may be angsty. Reviews would be brilliant, because I love knowing what you think of my work. Thank you.
* death is certain for birth.
is birth certain for death?
post-birth is pre-death.
it is like go around and return.
post-death is pre-birth.
it is like stay and remain. *
-anees akbar
Red flames ravaged a cold grey sky, and emeralds shedding crystalline diamonds rested in pristine porcelain. Smoke billowed into the air behind the ruin, smelling of gunpowder. The storm's haunting melody rang through a valley without flowers. Grass tickled, thistles prickled, clouds thickened and breathing quickened, feeding fire, polishing emerald and diamond, stroking porcelain.
The shadow followed, picking his way through her paths in the grass, a silhouette against her radiance, with eyes damaged by her beauty, a crown inked in with a fountain pen and eyes of hazel. He hadn't a choice but to follow the flames, for without the light he would die, as he was a shadow, and that is what shadows do without light.
But come his death would be birth, and after the fire finished fighting the flowers and the shadow stopped following the fire, there would be Lily, and there would be James, and they would be the storm.