a/n: for amber's weekly drabble competition on hpfc, freeverse, narcissa malfoy, prompts: like clockwork, temptation, forgiveness
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travel, be free, live her fantasy
as a little girl,
she would go exploring
in the garden.
she would take in
the gentle breeze
the beautiful flowers
and the shining sun.
she'd ponder life,
relishing the world's openness
the myriad of possibilities
she could travel
she could be free
oh, the world seemed so large!
but she was also forced
to keep her eyes closed
so that her beloved fantasy
could remain intact
for the stages of her life
were already set out for her
like clockwork
(she already knew that
her restrictions
marred any chance
of being free).
she was told that
she needed to be seen,
(her beauty needed to be seen)
but, why, then,
was being heard
such a heinous crime?
if she wanted to live her fantasy,
surely she had to be heard?
she had to be sorted
and take comfort in emeralds
there was no exception
sometimes, however, she fell
into the temptation of wondering
what would happen
if she followed her cousin,
and took comfort in rubies instead?
he seemed like he could travel,
be free, live her fantasy.
what if she fell into temptation
like her elder sister
and decided to love openly?
she also knew that her sister seemed
like she could travel,
be free, live her fantasy.
but she also knew that
they both ended up shunned,
shunned because they didn't follow
the set-up clockwork.
oh, it was so unfair!
so unfair! so unfair!
she wanted to cry, scream,
throw a tantrum akin to a toddler,
because she had to follow tradition,
marry a suitor, there were no fantasies
in this world, for it was not the world
that she dreamed of.
tossed in a life of hate,
of blatant supremacy,
she acted like she understood,
how could she not?
but the cold, icy, truth is that
she could barely grasp it.
it was definitely not
anything like she'd dreamed!
she wished that
she had the courage
to do as she pleased,
to travel,
be free, live her fantasy.
but she was also a pleaser,
so she never mustered it.
now, she lay screaming,
her eyes closed as she withstood
excruciating pain
and as it slowly
relieved her
she found herself face-to-face
with a wailing baby
(they named him draco)
and as she looked
into her new son's eyes
she thought of that little girl
that she used to be,
and asked her for forgiveness
(she promised the girl
she would try,
try and make sure
that her son would get
all the opportunity
out there in the world, a chance to
travel, be free,
live her fantasy).