Mi regalo de Navidad llegó muy tarde…¡pero llegó!
I believe in Nargles…and Santa!
So has a Daisy vanished
From the fields today—
So tiptoed many a slipper
To Paradise away—
Emily Dickinson
So has a Daisy vanished (fragment)
He thought of his days before Luna, but also before any of this death eater mess –the first time he rode a broom, late nights with Pansy that meant a bit more to him than he ever led on; yet, no matter what he thought of, his thoughts would always come back to her. Loony Luna Lovegood, with her stupid made-up creatures, silly hats, and that vacant expression she always wore –in short, all the things that he cherished most about her, and then several things happened at once. He thought of Luna smiling at him, despite her current predicament, and a weird feeling spread through his body. It made him feel warm and anxious, but was not altogether undesirable. This was the moment; it was time.
As if he was under the imperius curse, he whispered “expecto patronum” without really registering that he did so, and with a flick of his mother’s wand, out came a rush of swirling blue mist. It flowed like crashing waves from the tip and only lingered for mere moments before taking the form of a small rabbit. The glow from the creature was so bright that it masked the flame of the candles and turned the whole room a marvelous blue. Then, as quickly as it came, it vanished.
I watched the sun fade completely. I was now on top of my sheets looking at the moon, silvery slithering towards me, my skin pale under its protective light. The moon wrapped around me, it’s white skin against mine, I looked into its sky, dense and knowing like her eyes. The moons rays bright like her own skin, how it sat perfectly against mine in the night. I needed Luna now…
Love, the gateway to all emotions by rach3l33
Chapter 2 : Wistful Eyes (fragment)
Moondance
Jonathan Rhys Meyers
Well, it’s a marvelous night for a Moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romance
‘Neath the cover of October skies
And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
And I’m trying to please to the calling
Of your heart-strings that play soft and low
And all the night’s magic seems to whisper and hush
And all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush
Can I just have one more Moondance with you, my love
Can I just make some more romance with you, my love
Well, I wanna make love to you tonight
I can’t wait ‘til the morning has come
And I know that the time is just right
And straight into my arms you will run
And when you come my heart will be waiting
To make sure that you’re never alone
There and then all my dreams will come true, dear
There and then I will make you my own
Any time I touch you, you just tremble inside
And I know how much you want me that you can’t hide
Can I just have one more Moondance with you, my love
Can I just make some more romance with you, my love
Well, I wanna make love to you tonight
I can’t wait ‘til the morning has come
And I know that the time is just right
And straight into my arms you will run
And when you come my heart will be waiting
To make sure that you’re never alone
There and then all my dreams will come true, dear
There and then I will make you my own
Any time I touch you, you just tremble inside
And I know how much you want me that you can’t hide
Can I just have one more Moondance with you, my love
Can I just make some more romance with you, my love
Can I just have one more Moondance with you, my love
Can I just make some more romance with you, my love
Can I just have one more Moondance with you, my love
Can I just make some more romance with you, my love
My Love, my love
I just want one more moondance with you, yes I do
Bach/Break
Jonathan Rhys Meyers
I break, I borrow, I live, I loose
I break, I’m hollowed, I’m dead, confused
I’ll find you
What is love and what’s it for
I’m stuck outside an open door
And no one’s come to get me yet
I never got a second bet
I’m welcomed to your fantasy
If only she was make-believe
Oh what is love and what’s it for?
Oh take me back and do me more
Ooh take me back and do me more
I break, I borrow, I live, I loose
I break, I’m hollowed, I’m dead, Confused
I’ll find you
Once you’re here you’re never gone
Oh, once you’re here you’re never gone
I fall from in out the cold
A piece of me that I can’t hold
I love you as I loose you more
I break outside this open door
Catch me as I wash away
Oh, catch me as I wash away
Ooh, catch me as I wash away
I break, I borrow, I live, I loose,
I break, I’m hollowed, I’m dead, confused
I break, I’m hollowed, I’m dead, confused
I’ll find you
OMG!!!!!!!!
The Druna and Draco x Luna tags are blowing up. I’m not alone.
You’re just as sane as I am…
You hold me without touch
You keep me without chains
I never wanted anything so much
Than to drown in your love and not feel the rainDraco and Luna
When she reopened the book to the last page to reread the partial poem she was surprised to find that the unfinished entry was now complete. She read the poem quickly the first time, then more slowly the second.
My words are a sigh—
On this page’s breath—
Exasperated—
Yet longing,
To somehow be
A more audible note.
Yet I look at you,
In all of your innocence
And beauty—
And cannot find it within myself,
To take those things from you
With the knowledge of me.
Because I cannot know you
Without the longing.
I would mark you—
And you would have to be mine.
The strong possessiveness of that last stanza settled strangely with her. She couldn’t explain it, but she didn’t feel, what they viewed as such an innocence robbing thing, that it would be bad. She felt instead that it was an inevitability. That by simply knowing the poet in this way her innocence was tainted, because she felt the longing that the poet did. Maybe in a different way, but she still felt longing. She traced the words with her fingertips before slowly closing the book and letting it slip back into her bag leaving only The Quibbler in her hands. However, not even the finding of a new breed of unicorn could fully distract her mind from the book in her bag, or the words on its pages.
Source: An Elegant Script by lluviaphoenix Chap.2 Back To Normality (fragment)
