Computer problems.
Aug. 22nd, 2005 11:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
midnightdiddleAgain. Again, computer problems. See, something's wrong with it, and it won't charge correctly. So, I thought it was the cord, and purchased a new one. Well, the new cord arrived, and the problem's still there, so it's the computer itself. How annoying.
In other news! I watched LotR:FotR yesterday. It's been such a long time. Mmm, slash. It screams for me to write LotR slash. Maybe, maybe... And it should be duly noted that I love Boromir like leather pants love Draco. Or is it how Draco loves leather pants? Well, I love LotR, as always. Oh, oh! I went and saw Dukes of Hazzard today. Oh, can we say funny? I was laughing so hard! It was hysterical! And tonight I watched Last of the Mohicans. What a sad movie. It's a great show. I'm probably going to watch it next week, after I move up to my dorm.
Speaking of my dorm, I'm moving in more stuff tomorrow. Fun, ne?
At any rate...a small snippet, that should grow into something bigger.
Narcissa walks about the manor barefoot. Her robes, always of colors that compliment her best, drag on the floor, and her hair hangs down her back, loose. Her arms are bare, and they're pale, unblemished. Lucius watches her glide from room to room, head held high, eyes focused on something Lucius can't see, and Lucius feels as though she's a manifestation of something bigger than them all. He's reminded of an old tale, about Merlin and Arthur, and a woman in a lake, clad in a gown of silk. Narcissa holds his heart, his soul, his entire being, in her small, slender hands.
She pauses in the middle of a room, and when she looks at him, a small, thoughtful smile is on her face. He kneels next to her and bows his head to the ground, and kisses her small feet. She laughs, and he wonders if she's making him into a poet, because he thinks of peals of bells, silver and bright and clear, so very clear. He rises up into a crouch, and wraps his arms around her waist. She used to be thin, slender as a dryad or a nymph, but now her stomach's round, full of him. She's his, all of her, from her head to her toes, her and the baby. But God is Lucius happy right now.
He kisses her stomach again and again, and while he's kissing her, through the robes, the baby kicks. He laughs, and he loves the difference between him and Narcissa. She's light and airy and delicate, and he could break her with a word or a gesture. He's low and dark and deep, strong enough that no one can break him, except, inexplicably, her. Somehow, she can break him, and he wonders if she knows this.
"The baby's been kicking all day," Narcissa says, fitting her hands around his. He kisses her stomach once more, then straightens, dressing himself in his hauteur.
"My son," he says pridefully. Her thoughtful smile widens and she lets go of his hands.
"Ours, Lucius." She's the perfect lady again, and he watches as she sweeps out of the room, smiling to herself. He walks to the window and watches her as she descends the steps outside, for fear she might fall, and watches her cross into the gardens, barefoot.
His Narcissa. His lovely, perfect, barefoot Narcissa. But God does he love her.
Hmm...maybe it is finished after all. Maybe not. I just like the idea of Narcissa floating about the Manor, barefoot. I'll use it again, at any rate.
I like the idea that Lucius and Narcissa are in love. I mean, the family loves each other. We certainly understand that, after the sixth book. So, bah. That is the result.
And they're young, and beautiful, and in love! I mean, what's to say that they're not like Lilly and James? That is, that they're not like the Potters in love? I love making connections between the Potters and the Malfoys. It's fun. Both mothers would die for their son. We don't really know much about the fathers, except that the sons are stuck on them. Well, yes. This was amusing.
But, I love showing the things between them. Like, in Butterfly, they (being the italic memories of words) comment on how Draco has his mother's eyes, just like Harry has his mother's. So, so...neh. I'm such a nerd. :)
In other news! I watched LotR:FotR yesterday. It's been such a long time. Mmm, slash. It screams for me to write LotR slash. Maybe, maybe... And it should be duly noted that I love Boromir like leather pants love Draco. Or is it how Draco loves leather pants? Well, I love LotR, as always. Oh, oh! I went and saw Dukes of Hazzard today. Oh, can we say funny? I was laughing so hard! It was hysterical! And tonight I watched Last of the Mohicans. What a sad movie. It's a great show. I'm probably going to watch it next week, after I move up to my dorm.
Speaking of my dorm, I'm moving in more stuff tomorrow. Fun, ne?
At any rate...a small snippet, that should grow into something bigger.
Narcissa walks about the manor barefoot. Her robes, always of colors that compliment her best, drag on the floor, and her hair hangs down her back, loose. Her arms are bare, and they're pale, unblemished. Lucius watches her glide from room to room, head held high, eyes focused on something Lucius can't see, and Lucius feels as though she's a manifestation of something bigger than them all. He's reminded of an old tale, about Merlin and Arthur, and a woman in a lake, clad in a gown of silk. Narcissa holds his heart, his soul, his entire being, in her small, slender hands.
She pauses in the middle of a room, and when she looks at him, a small, thoughtful smile is on her face. He kneels next to her and bows his head to the ground, and kisses her small feet. She laughs, and he wonders if she's making him into a poet, because he thinks of peals of bells, silver and bright and clear, so very clear. He rises up into a crouch, and wraps his arms around her waist. She used to be thin, slender as a dryad or a nymph, but now her stomach's round, full of him. She's his, all of her, from her head to her toes, her and the baby. But God is Lucius happy right now.
He kisses her stomach again and again, and while he's kissing her, through the robes, the baby kicks. He laughs, and he loves the difference between him and Narcissa. She's light and airy and delicate, and he could break her with a word or a gesture. He's low and dark and deep, strong enough that no one can break him, except, inexplicably, her. Somehow, she can break him, and he wonders if she knows this.
"The baby's been kicking all day," Narcissa says, fitting her hands around his. He kisses her stomach once more, then straightens, dressing himself in his hauteur.
"My son," he says pridefully. Her thoughtful smile widens and she lets go of his hands.
"Ours, Lucius." She's the perfect lady again, and he watches as she sweeps out of the room, smiling to herself. He walks to the window and watches her as she descends the steps outside, for fear she might fall, and watches her cross into the gardens, barefoot.
His Narcissa. His lovely, perfect, barefoot Narcissa. But God does he love her.
Hmm...maybe it is finished after all. Maybe not. I just like the idea of Narcissa floating about the Manor, barefoot. I'll use it again, at any rate.
I like the idea that Lucius and Narcissa are in love. I mean, the family loves each other. We certainly understand that, after the sixth book. So, bah. That is the result.
And they're young, and beautiful, and in love! I mean, what's to say that they're not like Lilly and James? That is, that they're not like the Potters in love? I love making connections between the Potters and the Malfoys. It's fun. Both mothers would die for their son. We don't really know much about the fathers, except that the sons are stuck on them. Well, yes. This was amusing.
But, I love showing the things between them. Like, in Butterfly, they (being the italic memories of words) comment on how Draco has his mother's eyes, just like Harry has his mother's. So, so...neh. I'm such a nerd. :)
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Date: 2005-08-25 11:12 pm (UTC)And yes! A family fic that isn't about crossdressers or prostitution. :)
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Date: 2005-08-27 02:13 am (UTC)Pridefully? Actually, yes, it is a word. Pridefully and proudly are interchangeable. Truth to tell, I spent a lot of time on that word, trying to decide which one I preferred.
Hehe. And it means a lot, that you like the one about Gai and God. I wasn't sure people even liked it, so to hear that you do, really means a lot.
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Date: 2005-08-24 04:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-27 02:14 am (UTC)