PAIRING: None.
DISCLAIMER: They aren't mine, I reap no money from them, and I'd prefer not to talk about it!
SPOILERS: none.
FEEDBACK: Oh, please? I'll love you forever
DEDICATION: To the giddy joy of being back online after a four - month absence
A/N: Just an internal declaration of fierce love (non-romantic….I guess)
Speech in "…" thoughts in //… //
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Half The Man
// I love him. The liquid grace and feline poise enthral me. I want to see every minute detail of movement. I long to recognise them in myself, so far has this infatuation spread. I failed to notice the instant my hero - worship blazed into this overwhelming obsession.
I wait like a starved being, sustaining myself on crumbs of recognition. Living from day - to - day on the crusts of approval he drops at his feet for me to kneel and search in the dirt for. And, very rarely, I'm beckoned close enough that I can see true affection in those grey eyes, alongside the reflection of myself.
In between such priceless moments as a smile, his rich laughter or that half - nod that acknowledges that I've done something right, I wait…I watch and wait.
Absorb those quiet moments when, bent over ancient books, his silver - blond hair shimmers in the firelight. I watch, and find comfort in his thoughtful silences when he stares out of windows, fingers steepled under his chin in that betrayal of self - perceived superiority. He makes such a perfect picture. That I could be half the man he is…so commanding.
Like his voice. Low in pitch, drawling in pace, sarcastic in tone and imperious in accent. It captivates me, takes me prisoner in my own mind and dreams.
Uterly inescapable, much like the man himself. Not that I would ever wish to escape it. I seek only to hear it resound in approval of me. To, like it's master, smile upon me occassionally. To hint that this love, this obsession, is even in part returned. //
"Draco, are you listening?"
"I'm sorry Father, just thinking. Please…go on."
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So, what's the consensus on this one?
DISCLAIMER: They aren't mine, I reap no money from them, and I'd prefer not to talk about it!
SPOILERS: none.
FEEDBACK: Oh, please? I'll love you forever
DEDICATION: To the giddy joy of being back online after a four - month absence
A/N: Just an internal declaration of fierce love (non-romantic….I guess)
Speech in "…" thoughts in //… //
________________
Half The Man
// I love him. The liquid grace and feline poise enthral me. I want to see every minute detail of movement. I long to recognise them in myself, so far has this infatuation spread. I failed to notice the instant my hero - worship blazed into this overwhelming obsession.
I wait like a starved being, sustaining myself on crumbs of recognition. Living from day - to - day on the crusts of approval he drops at his feet for me to kneel and search in the dirt for. And, very rarely, I'm beckoned close enough that I can see true affection in those grey eyes, alongside the reflection of myself.
In between such priceless moments as a smile, his rich laughter or that half - nod that acknowledges that I've done something right, I wait…I watch and wait.
Absorb those quiet moments when, bent over ancient books, his silver - blond hair shimmers in the firelight. I watch, and find comfort in his thoughtful silences when he stares out of windows, fingers steepled under his chin in that betrayal of self - perceived superiority. He makes such a perfect picture. That I could be half the man he is…so commanding.
Like his voice. Low in pitch, drawling in pace, sarcastic in tone and imperious in accent. It captivates me, takes me prisoner in my own mind and dreams.
Uterly inescapable, much like the man himself. Not that I would ever wish to escape it. I seek only to hear it resound in approval of me. To, like it's master, smile upon me occassionally. To hint that this love, this obsession, is even in part returned. //
"Draco, are you listening?"
"I'm sorry Father, just thinking. Please…go on."
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So, what's the consensus on this one?
