Author: Edesina
Beta: -
Rating: K
Genre: Angst, Atmosphering
Pairing: Dementor/Voldemort
Summary: Icy emotionless met fiery anger, nightmarish horror met deathly evil.
A/N: Dunno, when I wrote this, I wanted to write something that focuses solely on a short moment of time. I wanr ya, the language isn't fifth-grader English. It's not simple, it's symbolic. Also, yes, I know that the pairing in this is rare as hell but I'd appreciate reviews, really.
Forbidden Kiss
The flame of a snow-white candle painted shadows on dim room. Twilight and frosty gold danced on the bookshelves that circled the room, on the back of the ancient books telling their own stories. Slowly icy flowers grew on the room's only window and reached outside, inside, everywhere. The air was glacial, breath was just white fog that wafted higher until it faded away like a promise of broken dreams. The grave silence was broken only by the susurrus of the slow breathing. Two silhouettes shined as evil as night. Those two could have been statues, so still they were and they looked essential parts of the small room.
The two shadowy characters looked each other, eyes of the shorter one shimmered in the fragile light which was almost drained completely away by the heaviness of the atmosphere. He met the hollowness of the other without blinking an eye.
Finally the longer figure acquiesced, floated closer the shorter man. Grey, dead hands adventured on the white face, wandered to the neck, searching, yearning for life. The gesture held certain prudence - even in the shelter of his coif the taller man feared his partner who sent out an aura of danger.
An Siberian touch burned mark on the white skin, blood absconded as far away as possible. The snowy frigidness caused shivers ran around shorter man's body.
Eventually the taller shadow reached the line, their bodies pressed against each other for an eternity, a second. Icy emotionless met fiery anger, nightmarish horror met deathly evil. Those two danced on a fine Arabic carpet which was covered by winter whispers.
Blind mouth followed the white jaw hurting the smaller man. Forbidden, unreachable ghost of feeling - that was it. What the longer man wanted was not his to give, soul as neither of them had one. Whispers, nightmares, that they were. Not alive nor dead. Not quite humans, not ghost, un-soul trapped in the living world. One fighting to survive, for a second of reality.
In a flash of pain the taller figure disappeared, outside the wrath of weather felt nothing. Forbidden touch burned him, killed him slowly, tormented him.
In the inside the man cried without shedding tears. His mind longed for a deathly kiss.
Forbidden kiss.
A/N2: Dared anyone to read this?