a/n drabble 6. This was the hardest to write yet honestly. Enjoy!
these children
The pin-striped men of morning
The partners in the dance
The paper's shot to pieces
The kids don't stand a chance
The Kids Don't Stand a Chance, Vampire Weekend
Rolf can barely hear the screams being torn out of his throat as the castle explodes once more.
Suddenly, through the dust and ash someone is hurriedly winding a bandage around his ripped shoulder and patting cool hands against his face, clearing rubble from his hair.
The world is ending in fire and stone and all Rolf can focus on is the goldgold sheet of hair, the airy, dreamy voice that is faintly recognizable and somehow distanced from the scream of battle, and he wonders if he has not died in this moment.
Gradually the screams and blasts grow deafening and he has a fleeting view of the girl pressing his wand into his hand before she disappears. His arm screams in pain, and his vision blurs alarmingly, but there's a war to win, freedom to struggle for, and he can still move his wand, can't he? His lungs fill with the smell of blood and valor and he doesn't have time to think or to feel or to mourn, just fightfightfight.
please review and let me know what you think! And yes, it is Luna he sees :)