i thought you were, one said, it seemed like it was true. yes, said
another, it was obvious. oily voices in harsh brushstrokes around him.
you could not see everywhere, he said, and where you didn't, there was nothing.
in muggle films, half of the time there is only darkness on the screen. in the spaces people imagine that they see things, dreaming pictures in between, creating movement in their own minds. hogwarts portraits saw even less than that, even those that snuck from frame to frame to watch.
they created their own stories in the spaces between.
boys, sneaking through the corridors. each distinct. vibrating with youth and hormones. sometimes invisible, never silent. tonight only two, rhythms feeding, waves amplified and dangerous.
back here, one says, nox, says the other. light melts away. murmured voices, caught breath, robes rustling.
the faces are certain, knowing, some disapproving.
in the shadows, hands and will falter. there is too much youth, too much fear. it will not be tonight.
it will not be.
for those who watch, restrained, it is either a great horror or a great romance. the spaces in between will hold no hesitation.
they will hold even less truth.
you could not see everywhere, he said, and where you didn't, there was nothing.
in muggle films, half of the time there is only darkness on the screen. in the spaces people imagine that they see things, dreaming pictures in between, creating movement in their own minds. hogwarts portraits saw even less than that, even those that snuck from frame to frame to watch.
they created their own stories in the spaces between.
boys, sneaking through the corridors. each distinct. vibrating with youth and hormones. sometimes invisible, never silent. tonight only two, rhythms feeding, waves amplified and dangerous.
back here, one says, nox, says the other. light melts away. murmured voices, caught breath, robes rustling.
the faces are certain, knowing, some disapproving.
in the shadows, hands and will falter. there is too much youth, too much fear. it will not be tonight.
it will not be.
for those who watch, restrained, it is either a great horror or a great romance. the spaces in between will hold no hesitation.
they will hold even less truth.