A/N: Written for the Monthly Het-Tastic Drabble-athlon, Bill/Fleur, #035 – standing, the If You Dare Challenge, #872 – standing ovation, and the Het-Pairings Boot Camp, #046 – shine, and The War of the Elements Competition, WIND: I open out my wings of glass, up and toward the wind melted future. -Dir en Grey, "Glass Skin"
A Larger Poetry Collection
97. On the Aisle
It had been a dream in the long distant future,
that tiny white sparkle on the horizon
reflecting on fragile glass wings
(because she knew how hard it was,
how rare,
for one of Veela blood like her
to find true love)
But the waves had touched her flying feet
and the sun had scraped her ice
so he could kiss her wounds, wrap his arms
and guide her gently down
towards the warmth of fire, instead of the cold
reflective light of her wings that carried her far away
But Icarus' wings melted when he came near the sun
and so did hers, so she touched down and into his embrace
and took licks of fire instead, where his hands touched her back
And she let the glass fall like shards behind
as she walked up that ascending stair
with him arm in arm
towards the sun
(and the world below all clapped
to see another happy couple
in the aisle.)