the complexities of words
Her name did her justice, you know? Though, it didn't exactly describe just what kind of Glimmer she was.
A glimmer of hope? Truth? Darkness?
No.
Maybe her name didn't do her justice. Maybe she wasn't a just a glimmer. She was a fire, she burnt and she blazed and broke everything in her way. She started with a spark – eight cells that doubled and doubled in her mother's womb – and steadily grew into a full on fire that left nothing but ghosts and ashes and debris in her wake.
No, she was not a glimmer.
But he was still just a spectator, just there to marvel at her beauty, never to touch. That's what his name was, wasn't? It was a verb. He knew what his name meant, he once snuck into his father's private library and stole the dictionary to look up his name, because his name wasn't exactly traditional. No, he knew his name was just a noun now. It was a verb but now it was a noun, because names are nouns – according the literacy teacher in early school.
Her name was never a noun. His was, because nouns just sat there, words used to label something, but verbs were doing words – and she did more than enough.
Yes, Glimmer was not right for her.
Maybe, Blaze, or Burn, but not Glimmer.
And Marvel was right for him. It was an unconscious description of what he would spend his life doing.
And so he marvelled the Glimmer, the spark, while it burned out of control, until it burned itself out.
proud of this. somehow.
please, please, please send me prompts/pairing requests - for dr. who, hp, hg, vampire academy, please? i have no inspiration and i'd really like to write more. just a pairing or prompt and i shall write it for you.
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ta, loves.