Title: Colors
Author: Ally P.
Email: ally@antlercreeklodge.com
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JKR. All ideas belong to the wishful mind of me.
Archive Rights: My LJ, my site, anywhere that wants it… AS LONG AS THEY ASK!
Rating: PG-13?
Summary: Thoughts on colors.
Feedback: Anything is welcome. Flames will only feed my angst.
Category: Pensive thoughts? Not quite angst. Not quite happy fic.
Pairings: SB/RL
Author's Notes: I whipped this up in about 15 minutes :\. This is my first completed HP fanfic. Constructive criticism is highly appreciated.
His color is black, black as his name. His color will always be black. His heart will always be hurting, working, and beating all the same. His mind and soul will always be tarnished, but usable. His eyes will forever be a pale color of regret - be it blue, gray, or silver.
He is a catastrophe of swirling emotions. Pain, love, hope, and loss wrack his skeletal body. Only his immortal eyes show the pain. His body stands tall and ridged, ready to face an army if need be. He is a battered man not yet broken. He is standing, protecting those who thought him a traitor. They who would have sought to kill him if they had had the chance. Still he stands, ever loyal and unforgiving to those who wronged his loved ones. He does not allow himself to show weakness; except to the one person who knows him better than all. The only person who is this walls support. The one with the changing eyes.
His color is silver, silver as the very satellite that orbits our planet. The very satellite he fears and hates. Pain has ravaged this body for years, hurt like no other has burnt a hole in his soul. He is weary, and travel worn. Life has not been kind to this man. Still, he is ever caring and ever loving, even if a bit secretive and private. He is wary of those he does not know, but cherishes children for their innocence and ability to accept. Children do not shun him of their own nature; their parents raise their children to ostracize his kind. He never asked to be different. He never asked to be bitten, to be eternally different. Still, he is a protector.
His personality is similar to a dodecahedron. There are many facets to him, but they are all part of one whole. Moreover, without one of them he would be incomplete. Without his mate, he would be incomplete. So he stands beside him, gives him a leaning post when everything becomes too hard. He fights for his pale-eyed man at every turn. He has lived through tremendous hardships and he will not be told what he can and cannot do by people who fear the very idea of his species. No, he will never fail; he will never give way and let the wall tumble.
A boy stands not far away from two men staring out at the sunrise. Today would be another day of battle. Another day that they would have to fight, possibly to the death of themselves, hopefully to the death of their enemies. The battle for freedom has taken its toll on all of them, those two men especially. They have been at the heart of it all. Yet, they still are willing to fight with their last breath.
The boy winces in sympathy as the light catches the smaller man's eyes. They are almost amber; the full moon is almost upon them. He longs for the day when that man's eyes will stay hazel and won't change with the phases of the moon. That day may be long in coming-if ever; no one has found a cure that doesn't kill the recipient. Taking a deep breath the boy pads away softly, leaving his musings on the threshold of that door as he goes back to bed. It will be a long life of survival.
Author: Ally P.
Email: ally@antlercreeklodge.com
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JKR. All ideas belong to the wishful mind of me.
Archive Rights: My LJ, my site, anywhere that wants it… AS LONG AS THEY ASK!
Rating: PG-13?
Summary: Thoughts on colors.
Feedback: Anything is welcome. Flames will only feed my angst.
Category: Pensive thoughts? Not quite angst. Not quite happy fic.
Pairings: SB/RL
Author's Notes: I whipped this up in about 15 minutes :\. This is my first completed HP fanfic. Constructive criticism is highly appreciated.
His color is black, black as his name. His color will always be black. His heart will always be hurting, working, and beating all the same. His mind and soul will always be tarnished, but usable. His eyes will forever be a pale color of regret - be it blue, gray, or silver.
He is a catastrophe of swirling emotions. Pain, love, hope, and loss wrack his skeletal body. Only his immortal eyes show the pain. His body stands tall and ridged, ready to face an army if need be. He is a battered man not yet broken. He is standing, protecting those who thought him a traitor. They who would have sought to kill him if they had had the chance. Still he stands, ever loyal and unforgiving to those who wronged his loved ones. He does not allow himself to show weakness; except to the one person who knows him better than all. The only person who is this walls support. The one with the changing eyes.
His color is silver, silver as the very satellite that orbits our planet. The very satellite he fears and hates. Pain has ravaged this body for years, hurt like no other has burnt a hole in his soul. He is weary, and travel worn. Life has not been kind to this man. Still, he is ever caring and ever loving, even if a bit secretive and private. He is wary of those he does not know, but cherishes children for their innocence and ability to accept. Children do not shun him of their own nature; their parents raise their children to ostracize his kind. He never asked to be different. He never asked to be bitten, to be eternally different. Still, he is a protector.
His personality is similar to a dodecahedron. There are many facets to him, but they are all part of one whole. Moreover, without one of them he would be incomplete. Without his mate, he would be incomplete. So he stands beside him, gives him a leaning post when everything becomes too hard. He fights for his pale-eyed man at every turn. He has lived through tremendous hardships and he will not be told what he can and cannot do by people who fear the very idea of his species. No, he will never fail; he will never give way and let the wall tumble.
A boy stands not far away from two men staring out at the sunrise. Today would be another day of battle. Another day that they would have to fight, possibly to the death of themselves, hopefully to the death of their enemies. The battle for freedom has taken its toll on all of them, those two men especially. They have been at the heart of it all. Yet, they still are willing to fight with their last breath.
The boy winces in sympathy as the light catches the smaller man's eyes. They are almost amber; the full moon is almost upon them. He longs for the day when that man's eyes will stay hazel and won't change with the phases of the moon. That day may be long in coming-if ever; no one has found a cure that doesn't kill the recipient. Taking a deep breath the boy pads away softly, leaving his musings on the threshold of that door as he goes back to bed. It will be a long life of survival.