Oh, look! Another one of them! This is SLASH, of course... Just as bad as the last. Only difference is, it's now Harry's turn to suffer through my amazingly terrible writing skills.
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Drown me.
Sink me slowly into oblivion...
I'm suffocating, hanging desperately onto the last threads of my barely-existent life. It is like he is death, pulling my strings and jerking me forward to drown in his touch…
Oh, his touch… Intoxicating… Smooth, sensual wine; untainted passion bottled inside a slender frame of delicate glass. Bitter at first but, once familiar with, can have the sweetest taste of all.
A display of utter elegance, his graceful style virtually screaming 'Nobility!'
Yet his caress is gentle, our antithesis not unsettling the eerie equilibrium that is with us, and so intense for such a light stroke…
Like a feather, tracing the invisible paths of my veins, cajoling my blood to burn far more than it ever has, but still remain submerged in the waters of his ardour.
And the mirrors of his eyes…
Eyes that break our contradictory state, for he holds so much of me. Deep mercury orbs that reflect my own…
Reflect my own…
My pain, in his own way. My sorrow, in his own way. My sufferings, in his own way.
My love, in his own way.
My everything and more, all in his own way…
Piercing silver eyes.
And while mine hide behind sheeted crystal, his hide behind wisps of sun-kissed gold…***
Blarg. Horrible. Horrible. Horrible... Blarg.