My Rose in the Grey of your Victory
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,927
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
My Rose in the Grey of your Victory
The song ‘Kiss by a Rose’ by Seal inspired this fic.
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My Rose in the Grey of your Victory
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I turn to you like a rose to the sun. I watch you like a hawk does unsuspecting prey and you are perfect in everything you do, every word you utter from pale lips that scream the word lush, even whilst forming other words.
You are in the foyer of Hogwarts, sneering at the headmaster. I am watching from the balcony above sneering myself at the gumption of Dumbledor to refuse you anything.
And like sweet irony, the dome above which houses a stained glass picture- of a single rose, stains your feature’s red…with the aid of the sun.
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The battlefield in all its chaos, flying bodies bathed in grey and curses shot in black. No white or even red for my tired eyes. I seek you out unconsciously even whilst maiming a comrade of yours my eyes flick about in search of pale luminescence that is my white in sludge grey.
And in credit to you, you are remembered, as the boy who lived falls to ground bathed in mud that’s grey. As he writhes in pain you are remembered, as the blood trickles from his mouth you are worshiped and as he is left barely sane… you are his dearest wish.
And this is how you find me, not my proudest moment I have to say. But find me you do and among the turbulence, the furious boil of movement, you stop, unprotected and open, to stare in my eyes and caress my very soul with your sweet touch like the petals of a rose.
So here we are, two figures paused in time as worlds, hopes, dreams and lives are broken and left forgotten in the moment, in the mud.
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As I rise above the grey, I see my illuminated rose as you stand over my ragged form. Regret is in your stance as you peruse your victory and I know he will not be happy with you. Perhaps he will give you the salvation you gave me with a flick of your wand. As I knew you would.
So this is why my rose,
Why I love and worship you to the danger of my sanity.
Because I knew it would be you to set me free, you had the power over my life in your hands.
And you used it well.
And so while I am your victory,
And ultimately your end,
You are forever my rose.
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Hope you liked it! Please review.
*Eowyns elixure
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My Rose in the Grey of your Victory
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I turn to you like a rose to the sun. I watch you like a hawk does unsuspecting prey and you are perfect in everything you do, every word you utter from pale lips that scream the word lush, even whilst forming other words.
You are in the foyer of Hogwarts, sneering at the headmaster. I am watching from the balcony above sneering myself at the gumption of Dumbledor to refuse you anything.
And like sweet irony, the dome above which houses a stained glass picture- of a single rose, stains your feature’s red…with the aid of the sun.
***
The battlefield in all its chaos, flying bodies bathed in grey and curses shot in black. No white or even red for my tired eyes. I seek you out unconsciously even whilst maiming a comrade of yours my eyes flick about in search of pale luminescence that is my white in sludge grey.
And in credit to you, you are remembered, as the boy who lived falls to ground bathed in mud that’s grey. As he writhes in pain you are remembered, as the blood trickles from his mouth you are worshiped and as he is left barely sane… you are his dearest wish.
And this is how you find me, not my proudest moment I have to say. But find me you do and among the turbulence, the furious boil of movement, you stop, unprotected and open, to stare in my eyes and caress my very soul with your sweet touch like the petals of a rose.
So here we are, two figures paused in time as worlds, hopes, dreams and lives are broken and left forgotten in the moment, in the mud.
***
As I rise above the grey, I see my illuminated rose as you stand over my ragged form. Regret is in your stance as you peruse your victory and I know he will not be happy with you. Perhaps he will give you the salvation you gave me with a flick of your wand. As I knew you would.
So this is why my rose,
Why I love and worship you to the danger of my sanity.
Because I knew it would be you to set me free, you had the power over my life in your hands.
And you used it well.
And so while I am your victory,
And ultimately your end,
You are forever my rose.
***
Hope you liked it! Please review.
*Eowyns elixure