HP drabblet, "Forge," Fred/ George PG13
Jul. 8th, 2005 11:12 amThey used to finish each other’s sentences—before the war—but they don’t anymore. Not because they don’t want to but because they aren’t the same person anymore. They agree on almost everything, still, but now it’s a conscious effort. They’re reclaiming the things that they lost one by one.
They aren’t lovers anymore, although almost no one believes it. They share a house they built themselves, with their hands and not with magic. They’re like a very elderly couple; all the things that need to be said have been said; all the passion spent. They aren’t themselves anymore, everyone says so, but now they have to figure out who they want to be.
They aren’t lovers anymore, although almost no one believes it. They share a house they built themselves, with their hands and not with magic. They’re like a very elderly couple; all the things that need to be said have been said; all the passion spent. They aren’t themselves anymore, everyone says so, but now they have to figure out who they want to be.