"The Waiting Room", Sirius/Harry, NC-17
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traintracksTitle: The Waiting Room
Author:traintracks
Pairing: Sirius/Harry (Ginny/Harry, Lily/Severus implied)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Harry dies. He's reunited with Sirius in The Waiting Room. But will he stay this time?
Warnings: godfather/godson, rough sex, angst (In fact, if this wasn't so angsty, I'd call this "What Happens in the Waiting Room Stays in the Waiting Room".)
Words: 2,380
Harry woke in the bright white place. There was no Dumbledore this time. Just an empty, ethereal train station with no train yet ready to take him on.
Harry’s first thought, actually, was *Bugger*. He hadn’t been ready to go, and that curse had hit him from an unknown, unseen assailant. There had been almost no pain, it had happened so fast. Harry was really just incredibly irritated with himself for letting it happen.
He stood up, looking down the line left and then right. He dusted his pristine pants. He let out a huge sigh. He wondered how he might get back this time.
And then he saw him.
He came out of the bright like an angel. Like an archangel, calm and powerful. Harry almost didn’t dare hope it was him. But then the lines of his face drew themselves, the shape of his body strengthened. His walk became so utterly distinctive.
“Sirius!” Harry cried, though it came out a whisper instead. After all these years, it was Sirius.
Harry hurried toward him, his legs unable to take him there fast enough. And Sirius, damn him – he all but sauntered.
Harry thought he might deck him if he could ever reach him. But when Harry finally ran the last few feet, it was only to launch himself into arms that swept him up, capable and warm, and held him tight and close, so tight and so close, that all irritation drained out of Harry, and he clung fast to Sirius, whispering his name like doing so might keep him there.
“Oh my God, Sirius, I can feel you,” Harry said into the man’s hair. “It’s been –“
“Ten years,” Sirius said. And those first words ached all through him.
“Sirius,” Harry breathed. Then, “Your body feels weird.”
Sirius laughed. “That’s because it’s only partly physical. Like really thick light.”
“Does my body feel weird?” Harry asked. He could feel what might have been a heartbeat – his own heartbeat.
“Your body feels wonderful,” Sirius sighed, and his arms held him even tighter.
And Harry was surprised to feel…that. That thrill. He was dead. He wasn’t supposed to feel *that* anymore, was he?
“Here,” Sirius said. Then Harry felt their bodies solidify even more, become something closer to real. Sirius pulled back only enough to see Harry’s face. “I’ve missed you so much,” he said.
“Have you just been…waiting?” Harry asked, feeling guilt sour his perfect moment.
“Yes and no,” Sirius told him. He hadn’t yet let Harry go. Harry could feel his hands against his back, the warm body up against his. He wanted to kiss Sirius so bad he felt a tad faint. “Will you walk with me, Harry?”
“Sure. Wait, do you mean…?”
“Not yet. We don’t have to go yet. I just want to walk with you. Your father tends to want to fly everywhere. Lily walks with me, but not often enough. She walks with Severus more.”
“Are you going to take me to them?” Harry asked, his whisper sticking in his throat. His parents. To finally be with them! And to tell Snape…to tell Severus that he was sorry. To thank him.
“If you want. But not yet.” Sirius said, his arms loosening from around him, He held out his hand. “A walk first.”
Harry took his hand and they strolled along the bright, empty corridors. Harry was surprised when Sirius didn’t let go, and they walked like that – like courting lovers. Harry warmed at the thought.
Sirius chuckled under his breath once.
“What?” Harry asked.
“Oh nothing. I’ll tell you later.”
“Git,” Harry groused, though his heart soared to be near him again finally, to be touching him, talking with him.
Sirius just squeezed his hand and winked at him. “You asked if I’ve been waiting. It’s quite hard to explain, really, but time works differently in this space. I’ve been watching you, Harry.”
“Watching me? Really?”
“Oh yes. And there hasn’t been a dull moment. You became a formidable auror, Harry. Truly powerful.”
Harry blushed. He had had quite the distinguished career. To think that Sirius had been there with him, through all his accomplishments -- and his failures…. Harry wished he had known, could have felt that. “I talked to you. Sometimes.”
“I heard every word.”
Harry blushed harder. He’d made some midnight confessions over the years that, frankly, he’d assumed would go unheard. And he’d done things. “Oh my God.”
“Relax,” Sirius told him. “I rather liked it.” At Harry’s look, Sirius continued. “Did you think it was just you?”
“Well…yeah.”
Sirius stopped, turning to him; he touched his face with the backs of his fingers. “It was never just you, Harry.”
Harry gulped. The tears that sprang to his eyes burned. “I’ve wanted… For so many years, even after you…. I never stopped, Sirius. I never stopped.”
“I know.”
The guilt tore at Harry. All those years with Ginny. Good years. And yet there were nights when he couldn’t bear the silence anymore – the silence that Sirius had left him with when he’d died. The one nobody else’s voice could assuage. There were those guilty nights when she was gone – out with the baby, seeing her brothers -- and he’d take out his old pictures and confess to the darkness and the far away stars, and sometimes, if the wind was just right and the ache deep enough, he would touch himself. Those nights when he’d lain in bed, his hand down his pants, the tears leaking out of the corners of his eyes onto his pillow, whispering Sirius’s name….
“Harry…” Sirius said, rough, real fingers down his throat, coming to rest over his heart – their symbol, their connection.
“I don’t want to go back,” Harry said, his whole body seizing up with the psychic pain. “She’ll go on without me. She’s so strong. She’ll go on. And James…” Harry broke then, saying his name. He fell to the soft floor and wept. He felt the threads of his life pulling him back. His son. His perfect little boy. “James…”
Sirius knelt in front of him, holding his shaking shoulders. “I never expected you to stay,” he said. The sadness in his voice was masked, but Harry still heard it.
“How could I not want to stay? How could I, Sirius, seeing you?” He raised his eyes and looked up at him. Suddenly, he was full of anger. “Anybody else I could have said good-bye to. Anybody else!” He shook his head as if to dislodge Sirius’s hold on him. “Fuck you,” he seethed through his tears. “How dare you think I could go back? Fuck you.”
Then he grabbed Sirius around the back of the neck and bit the man’s lower lip. “Fuck you,” he said around it. He kissed him, his hot tongue licking through Sirius’s mouth like he’d wanted to do from the time he was fifteen. Only now he was a man. Now he unleashed all that he had lived through without him: the longing, the desire, the pain and the loneliness. The blame. *How could you get yourself killed just weeks after I fell in love with you?*
*I was in LOVE with you when you died.*
Sirius didn’t stop him, and Harry kissed him roughly, biting, attacking, dueling. Sirius moaned into his mouth. Harry pushed him back. He pushed Sirius to the ground, always kissing him, and he took Sirius’s wrists and pinned them over his head and rutted between his legs, finding the fit of their bodies easily, as though they’d always done this. Thrusting against him, Harry’s whole body came alive.
But then everything was upside down, and Sirius had flipped them. Harry had not even known it was coming. Sirius mastered him, towered over him, spread Harry’s legs and, with a whisper, banished their clothes. “Is this what you want?” he hissed. “Is this how you want it?”
Harry clawed at him, at his back, his buttocks. Implored, “Yes,” lifting his own legs, reaching between their bodies for Sirius’s huge cock.
But Sirius slapped his hand away hard, took a page from Harry’s play book and pinned Harry’s wrists high above his head with just one of his strong hands. With the other he aimed, nudged at Harry’s hole, grunted, and entered him swiftly.
Harry bit down on his own shoulder. “Christ!” he cried. But he was already being fucked, already moving under Sirius’s body. Sirius fucked him hard and fast. His cock was like a warm poison inside him, erasing all that was patient and honorable. Unmasking him, unmasking them both. Unleashing the grief and the hard want and the nearly unbearable rage, the unstoppable love. Harry felt as though he could grow wings and fly.
“Harder, you pussy,” he goaded, and Sirius growled above him, inside him, slamming into him, remaking him. Harry smiled up at him, breaking free from himself.
Sirius laughed. “Brat,” he said. He let go of Harry’s wrists to hike his legs up higher around his waist. His cock had made a warm, wet tunnel of him, a place both of them could call home.
“Push it in and hold still or I’ll break it off,” Harry told him.
Sirius groaned, but he slid it up inside and stayed there, panting.
Harry rolled them over until Sirius was on his back and Harry was straddling him. He sat up, sinking all the way down. “Good God…” he said, his eyes closing. “You fit bloody perfect.”
“Look at me,” Sirius said. He was smiling. “You, Harry Potter,” he panted. “Will always own me.”
Harry felt himself blushing, but he was not ashamed. He was open and hard and ready. He started riding Sirius’s cock.
“Oh fuck…” Sirius breathed. “I gotta hand it to you – I don’t think anyone’s ever actually fucked in the Waiting Room before.” He laughed again, and Harry smiled down at him, speeding up. Sirius stroked his hands up Harry’s belly, up to this chest; he pinched his nipples. Harry had never felt so free in his life. He held into Sirius’s legs behind him, pushing his chest into Sirius’s hands and undulated on top of him, filling himself up for the first and maybe the last time.
“I love you,” he breathed. “I love you, Sirius.”
Sirius’s answer was to come inside him. And yet it was all around him, through him. Harry felt it in his ass and his mind and in the bright air shimmering against the light of him, this new skin. Sirius came like thunder, shocking through him. He came hard and gentle, thrusting his hips up, pulling Harry’s hips down, gasping Harry’s name. “H-Harry. Harry….”
He emptied himself, shuddering. Sirius then collapsed back. He grasped Harry’s dick and tucked an arm under his own head. He started thumbing the underside of the slick crown idly. Harry made a sound like an animal and rocked his hips, keeping Sirius deep inside him, grinding. It exploded through him, an ecstasy of atoms, of years, of a thousand guilty whispers. He made no words, no promises, no oaths. He stole this moment for an unknown future when he might be without it. He memorized how Sirius’s cock felt, all sticky and warm inside him, softening, tickling his burning flesh on its way out. The hand around his cock – loving, secure, knowledgeable. The hand of the man Harry had always loved.
They collapsed together, boneless and breathing, selfish and replete. Harry never wanted it to end. But as the heat of their sex cooled to warm, the ache returned to him – the ache of his life, his partner for whom he would gladly die, his child, not yet even talking, all smiling gums.
Sirius tucked some hair behind Harry’s ear. “I can hear your thoughts. That’s what I laughed about earlier. That I was finally courting you. That we both had to be dead to get to do this.”
Harry cuddled closer to his godfather. “I don’t want to leave you.”
“I know. But you have to.”
Harry swallowed the tears that wanted to come. “When I die again…” It felt ridiculous really. He huffed a laugh through his tears. “Merlin…”
“Yes, Harry.” Sirius’s voice was bemused. “When you die for the third bloody time, I’ll be right here.”
“In the buff?”
Sirius laughed. “If that’s what you want.”
“Of course it is.” Harry sniffed, but the tears continued to fall.
“What my boy wants, my boy gets.”
Harry swallowed. “I want you alive.”
“No, you don’t. Harry, who would you choose?” Sirius stroked his back. “This way you don’t have to. Besides, I can’t go back.”
Harry felt the weight of his words. “Will you still watch me?” he asked.
“Absolutely.”
“But won’t that…hurt you? To see me with her?”
“Your happiness can never hurt me. Not here.” Sirius rolled him over again. “Your happiness lifts me up, you beautiful boy.” He stroked Harry’s face. “Let’s have another snog, shall we?”
Harry smiled. He laughed. And Sirius kissed him aroused again.
They made love. Harry didn’t know how long he stayed. Days? A week? A few minutes more? They made love and time fell away. They made love and laughed and teased one another. Harry sucked Sirius’s cock, and he felt like he never wanted to be anywhere else.
But then it was time. Harry felt his body returning. Or rather that he was returning to his body. Ginny was pulling him back.
“I don’t want to lose you,” Harry said, holding Sirius’s hand. They had their light-clothes back on, but Harry could still feel those sweet whiskers burning his thighs, that witty tongue inside him.
“You won’t,” Sirius promised. “I’ll be waiting. I’ll be listening.” Then he winked.
Harry nodded. He felt like he was dying. *This* felt like dying. He started to go, but Sirius pulled on his hand and in the next moment he was back in his arms. “I love you, Harry Potter,” Sirius whispered.
Then he was walking away, walking into the bright, not looking back.
Harry closed his eyes, fell down and down and down through the ethers. He fell into his wife’s arms. He heard his own name, joy through grief. He gripped her hand in his. He said, “I love you, too.”
END
Author:
traintracksPairing: Sirius/Harry (Ginny/Harry, Lily/Severus implied)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Harry dies. He's reunited with Sirius in The Waiting Room. But will he stay this time?
Warnings: godfather/godson, rough sex, angst (In fact, if this wasn't so angsty, I'd call this "What Happens in the Waiting Room Stays in the Waiting Room".)
Words: 2,380
Harry woke in the bright white place. There was no Dumbledore this time. Just an empty, ethereal train station with no train yet ready to take him on.
Harry’s first thought, actually, was *Bugger*. He hadn’t been ready to go, and that curse had hit him from an unknown, unseen assailant. There had been almost no pain, it had happened so fast. Harry was really just incredibly irritated with himself for letting it happen.
He stood up, looking down the line left and then right. He dusted his pristine pants. He let out a huge sigh. He wondered how he might get back this time.
And then he saw him.
He came out of the bright like an angel. Like an archangel, calm and powerful. Harry almost didn’t dare hope it was him. But then the lines of his face drew themselves, the shape of his body strengthened. His walk became so utterly distinctive.
“Sirius!” Harry cried, though it came out a whisper instead. After all these years, it was Sirius.
Harry hurried toward him, his legs unable to take him there fast enough. And Sirius, damn him – he all but sauntered.
Harry thought he might deck him if he could ever reach him. But when Harry finally ran the last few feet, it was only to launch himself into arms that swept him up, capable and warm, and held him tight and close, so tight and so close, that all irritation drained out of Harry, and he clung fast to Sirius, whispering his name like doing so might keep him there.
“Oh my God, Sirius, I can feel you,” Harry said into the man’s hair. “It’s been –“
“Ten years,” Sirius said. And those first words ached all through him.
“Sirius,” Harry breathed. Then, “Your body feels weird.”
Sirius laughed. “That’s because it’s only partly physical. Like really thick light.”
“Does my body feel weird?” Harry asked. He could feel what might have been a heartbeat – his own heartbeat.
“Your body feels wonderful,” Sirius sighed, and his arms held him even tighter.
And Harry was surprised to feel…that. That thrill. He was dead. He wasn’t supposed to feel *that* anymore, was he?
“Here,” Sirius said. Then Harry felt their bodies solidify even more, become something closer to real. Sirius pulled back only enough to see Harry’s face. “I’ve missed you so much,” he said.
“Have you just been…waiting?” Harry asked, feeling guilt sour his perfect moment.
“Yes and no,” Sirius told him. He hadn’t yet let Harry go. Harry could feel his hands against his back, the warm body up against his. He wanted to kiss Sirius so bad he felt a tad faint. “Will you walk with me, Harry?”
“Sure. Wait, do you mean…?”
“Not yet. We don’t have to go yet. I just want to walk with you. Your father tends to want to fly everywhere. Lily walks with me, but not often enough. She walks with Severus more.”
“Are you going to take me to them?” Harry asked, his whisper sticking in his throat. His parents. To finally be with them! And to tell Snape…to tell Severus that he was sorry. To thank him.
“If you want. But not yet.” Sirius said, his arms loosening from around him, He held out his hand. “A walk first.”
Harry took his hand and they strolled along the bright, empty corridors. Harry was surprised when Sirius didn’t let go, and they walked like that – like courting lovers. Harry warmed at the thought.
Sirius chuckled under his breath once.
“What?” Harry asked.
“Oh nothing. I’ll tell you later.”
“Git,” Harry groused, though his heart soared to be near him again finally, to be touching him, talking with him.
Sirius just squeezed his hand and winked at him. “You asked if I’ve been waiting. It’s quite hard to explain, really, but time works differently in this space. I’ve been watching you, Harry.”
“Watching me? Really?”
“Oh yes. And there hasn’t been a dull moment. You became a formidable auror, Harry. Truly powerful.”
Harry blushed. He had had quite the distinguished career. To think that Sirius had been there with him, through all his accomplishments -- and his failures…. Harry wished he had known, could have felt that. “I talked to you. Sometimes.”
“I heard every word.”
Harry blushed harder. He’d made some midnight confessions over the years that, frankly, he’d assumed would go unheard. And he’d done things. “Oh my God.”
“Relax,” Sirius told him. “I rather liked it.” At Harry’s look, Sirius continued. “Did you think it was just you?”
“Well…yeah.”
Sirius stopped, turning to him; he touched his face with the backs of his fingers. “It was never just you, Harry.”
Harry gulped. The tears that sprang to his eyes burned. “I’ve wanted… For so many years, even after you…. I never stopped, Sirius. I never stopped.”
“I know.”
The guilt tore at Harry. All those years with Ginny. Good years. And yet there were nights when he couldn’t bear the silence anymore – the silence that Sirius had left him with when he’d died. The one nobody else’s voice could assuage. There were those guilty nights when she was gone – out with the baby, seeing her brothers -- and he’d take out his old pictures and confess to the darkness and the far away stars, and sometimes, if the wind was just right and the ache deep enough, he would touch himself. Those nights when he’d lain in bed, his hand down his pants, the tears leaking out of the corners of his eyes onto his pillow, whispering Sirius’s name….
“Harry…” Sirius said, rough, real fingers down his throat, coming to rest over his heart – their symbol, their connection.
“I don’t want to go back,” Harry said, his whole body seizing up with the psychic pain. “She’ll go on without me. She’s so strong. She’ll go on. And James…” Harry broke then, saying his name. He fell to the soft floor and wept. He felt the threads of his life pulling him back. His son. His perfect little boy. “James…”
Sirius knelt in front of him, holding his shaking shoulders. “I never expected you to stay,” he said. The sadness in his voice was masked, but Harry still heard it.
“How could I not want to stay? How could I, Sirius, seeing you?” He raised his eyes and looked up at him. Suddenly, he was full of anger. “Anybody else I could have said good-bye to. Anybody else!” He shook his head as if to dislodge Sirius’s hold on him. “Fuck you,” he seethed through his tears. “How dare you think I could go back? Fuck you.”
Then he grabbed Sirius around the back of the neck and bit the man’s lower lip. “Fuck you,” he said around it. He kissed him, his hot tongue licking through Sirius’s mouth like he’d wanted to do from the time he was fifteen. Only now he was a man. Now he unleashed all that he had lived through without him: the longing, the desire, the pain and the loneliness. The blame. *How could you get yourself killed just weeks after I fell in love with you?*
*I was in LOVE with you when you died.*
Sirius didn’t stop him, and Harry kissed him roughly, biting, attacking, dueling. Sirius moaned into his mouth. Harry pushed him back. He pushed Sirius to the ground, always kissing him, and he took Sirius’s wrists and pinned them over his head and rutted between his legs, finding the fit of their bodies easily, as though they’d always done this. Thrusting against him, Harry’s whole body came alive.
But then everything was upside down, and Sirius had flipped them. Harry had not even known it was coming. Sirius mastered him, towered over him, spread Harry’s legs and, with a whisper, banished their clothes. “Is this what you want?” he hissed. “Is this how you want it?”
Harry clawed at him, at his back, his buttocks. Implored, “Yes,” lifting his own legs, reaching between their bodies for Sirius’s huge cock.
But Sirius slapped his hand away hard, took a page from Harry’s play book and pinned Harry’s wrists high above his head with just one of his strong hands. With the other he aimed, nudged at Harry’s hole, grunted, and entered him swiftly.
Harry bit down on his own shoulder. “Christ!” he cried. But he was already being fucked, already moving under Sirius’s body. Sirius fucked him hard and fast. His cock was like a warm poison inside him, erasing all that was patient and honorable. Unmasking him, unmasking them both. Unleashing the grief and the hard want and the nearly unbearable rage, the unstoppable love. Harry felt as though he could grow wings and fly.
“Harder, you pussy,” he goaded, and Sirius growled above him, inside him, slamming into him, remaking him. Harry smiled up at him, breaking free from himself.
Sirius laughed. “Brat,” he said. He let go of Harry’s wrists to hike his legs up higher around his waist. His cock had made a warm, wet tunnel of him, a place both of them could call home.
“Push it in and hold still or I’ll break it off,” Harry told him.
Sirius groaned, but he slid it up inside and stayed there, panting.
Harry rolled them over until Sirius was on his back and Harry was straddling him. He sat up, sinking all the way down. “Good God…” he said, his eyes closing. “You fit bloody perfect.”
“Look at me,” Sirius said. He was smiling. “You, Harry Potter,” he panted. “Will always own me.”
Harry felt himself blushing, but he was not ashamed. He was open and hard and ready. He started riding Sirius’s cock.
“Oh fuck…” Sirius breathed. “I gotta hand it to you – I don’t think anyone’s ever actually fucked in the Waiting Room before.” He laughed again, and Harry smiled down at him, speeding up. Sirius stroked his hands up Harry’s belly, up to this chest; he pinched his nipples. Harry had never felt so free in his life. He held into Sirius’s legs behind him, pushing his chest into Sirius’s hands and undulated on top of him, filling himself up for the first and maybe the last time.
“I love you,” he breathed. “I love you, Sirius.”
Sirius’s answer was to come inside him. And yet it was all around him, through him. Harry felt it in his ass and his mind and in the bright air shimmering against the light of him, this new skin. Sirius came like thunder, shocking through him. He came hard and gentle, thrusting his hips up, pulling Harry’s hips down, gasping Harry’s name. “H-Harry. Harry….”
He emptied himself, shuddering. Sirius then collapsed back. He grasped Harry’s dick and tucked an arm under his own head. He started thumbing the underside of the slick crown idly. Harry made a sound like an animal and rocked his hips, keeping Sirius deep inside him, grinding. It exploded through him, an ecstasy of atoms, of years, of a thousand guilty whispers. He made no words, no promises, no oaths. He stole this moment for an unknown future when he might be without it. He memorized how Sirius’s cock felt, all sticky and warm inside him, softening, tickling his burning flesh on its way out. The hand around his cock – loving, secure, knowledgeable. The hand of the man Harry had always loved.
They collapsed together, boneless and breathing, selfish and replete. Harry never wanted it to end. But as the heat of their sex cooled to warm, the ache returned to him – the ache of his life, his partner for whom he would gladly die, his child, not yet even talking, all smiling gums.
Sirius tucked some hair behind Harry’s ear. “I can hear your thoughts. That’s what I laughed about earlier. That I was finally courting you. That we both had to be dead to get to do this.”
Harry cuddled closer to his godfather. “I don’t want to leave you.”
“I know. But you have to.”
Harry swallowed the tears that wanted to come. “When I die again…” It felt ridiculous really. He huffed a laugh through his tears. “Merlin…”
“Yes, Harry.” Sirius’s voice was bemused. “When you die for the third bloody time, I’ll be right here.”
“In the buff?”
Sirius laughed. “If that’s what you want.”
“Of course it is.” Harry sniffed, but the tears continued to fall.
“What my boy wants, my boy gets.”
Harry swallowed. “I want you alive.”
“No, you don’t. Harry, who would you choose?” Sirius stroked his back. “This way you don’t have to. Besides, I can’t go back.”
Harry felt the weight of his words. “Will you still watch me?” he asked.
“Absolutely.”
“But won’t that…hurt you? To see me with her?”
“Your happiness can never hurt me. Not here.” Sirius rolled him over again. “Your happiness lifts me up, you beautiful boy.” He stroked Harry’s face. “Let’s have another snog, shall we?”
Harry smiled. He laughed. And Sirius kissed him aroused again.
They made love. Harry didn’t know how long he stayed. Days? A week? A few minutes more? They made love and time fell away. They made love and laughed and teased one another. Harry sucked Sirius’s cock, and he felt like he never wanted to be anywhere else.
But then it was time. Harry felt his body returning. Or rather that he was returning to his body. Ginny was pulling him back.
“I don’t want to lose you,” Harry said, holding Sirius’s hand. They had their light-clothes back on, but Harry could still feel those sweet whiskers burning his thighs, that witty tongue inside him.
“You won’t,” Sirius promised. “I’ll be waiting. I’ll be listening.” Then he winked.
Harry nodded. He felt like he was dying. *This* felt like dying. He started to go, but Sirius pulled on his hand and in the next moment he was back in his arms. “I love you, Harry Potter,” Sirius whispered.
Then he was walking away, walking into the bright, not looking back.
Harry closed his eyes, fell down and down and down through the ethers. He fell into his wife’s arms. He heard his own name, joy through grief. He gripped her hand in his. He said, “I love you, too.”
END
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Date: 2012-02-27 07:50 pm (UTC)Breaks my heart (in the best possible ways) every time I read it.
Thank you for writing, thank you for sharing.
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Date: 2012-02-27 07:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-27 10:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-08-12 03:44 am (UTC)Fuck, I'm sorry for the gutting.
Thank you for reading it. <3 <3!!!
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Date: 2012-08-12 04:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-09-25 09:43 am (UTC)But they know they have this to come again. So it's sad, but not tragic. Melancholy and wistful.
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Date: 2013-09-25 05:47 pm (UTC)