For: Bendleshnitz one last time. =D You rock!
Day 7
On the seventh day of Christmas…
He leans forward and puts his hand over hers. There's silence, a heavy silence that fills the air and him and her and suddenly all that is between them is this horrible, terrible silence.
He's used to being quiet. He's been sneaking around for the past year, whispering and doing nothing to loud.
But this silence - it's oppressive. It's depressing. He clears his throat, and she looks up at him. She's been staring at their hands.
"Yes?" she asks, her big eyes filled with the silence.
"Merlin!" he stands and begins to pace, the steady tap-tap-tap of his shoes against the hardwood floor making sure that no hint of silence prevails. And then suddenly he stops, closes his eyes, listens to the silence.
"Dean," she says softly, standing and putting her arms around him, "Dean."
"Oh God, Luna, I'm a mess! I'm such a mess that - that - " He breaks down, crying to her, and the silence is banished to somewhere else.
"Dean," she repeats over and over, her own personal mantra, "Dean."
(Luna/Dean)
Notes: You get to decide if this is romantic or only a friendship scene. They're at Shell Cottage here.
And…introducing…THE DAILY DOUBLE!!!
Meaning I was SUCH an idiot and accidentally forgot my friend Mori's request, which I shall now fulfill with my deepest apologies, because I am dumb.
For: Mori, because you are SO amazing and I love you SO much. Your Behold, the Pensieve chapter made me so happy - you should have heard me squeeing to my sister. Our amazing PMs clearly state that we are so awesome!
Day 7½
On the seventh day of Christmas…
She never expected to be here, to look at those eyes when they weren't smiling, to be crying alone.
This isn't them. This is her, alone, and him, gone. This is her, feeling empty. This is him, with the vacant, unfeeling eyes. This is her, meeting people she doesn't know, accepting their regrets and sympathies. This is him, not being with her.
She's all alone, and how can she handle that? How can she handle being alone? She'll go home to his empty house. She'll sit down on his lumpy couch and cry, and cry, and cry. She won't get up for days. Her mother will worry, and call, and call, and call (if she remembers how to use the telephone). She won't pick up the phone. Because he is dead.
He was her magic, because she had none. He was her everything, and now that he is gone, she is gone too.
Alone is not a happy place to be.
(Arabella/Caradoc)