A/N: Here's a fic I wrote in 2009. It's sort of a repost. I have no beta. All sentence fragments are intended.
Warnings: slash, mentions of sexual intercourse, character death
Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize. This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Prompt: Acid
They were green. So green. The color of death's magical incarnate. The color of grass on a cool summer day. Like sparkling emeralds.
When he was angry they lit up with such ferocity, it was like they were spitting acid. They don't spit acid anymore.
How could those pools of green be so empty now? So dull? Why did the light have to leave them?
As I watched him fall I thought of the grass on a cool summer day. The grass we sat on out by the lake. I thought of how his eyes sparkled like emeralds when he was happy and how they glowed like the killing curse when we made love under the stars.
As I watched him fall I thought of how there was no word to describe the beauty and life that shone in his eyes except gone.
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