hd_writers | Drabble Day Prompt 18

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Not quite. Use your own username to inspire your writing!

Rules are here, though an additional one - you don't need to stick to the drabble of the hour. Remember, there are no rules! If you want to fill prompt one minutes after I post prompt 24, then that's great!

And Chatzy is here and here for srs!chatzy.

Oops! Had it all ready and forgot to hit post. Sorry it's a bit late!

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From:

themaohour.livejournal.com

This man was White now he’s become Red.
Blood has reddened him.
This one was Red now he’s become White.
Death has whitened him.

(From “Swan's Encampment” by Maria Tsvetayeva)

Standing in the snow at the top of a great hill, Draco scans the field of bodies for that of his lover.

Corpses in khaki, corpses in white, circled in halos that turn the snow red. Some of them are still, some still have enough air to call for their mothers. Battle has ended, the survivors have moved northward, leaving in their wake a parade of corpses.

Maybe Potter is among them.

Draco descends from his vantage point, into the ocean of the dead, and begins his futile search. He finds he can no longer tell the difference between his comrades and the enemy — bloated or thrashing or wailing the high, unearthly wail of a dying man.

“Potter!”

He shouts. No one can hear him. The man near his foot rolls onto his stomach and begins to eat snow.

“The best shchi I've ever had,” he whispers, with his dying breath, to the mother he left long ago.

Draco forces himself to go on, rolling over bodies with his foot. Potter's dark hair narrows the search, and soon he only has to check every third body, every fifth body, as they begin to thin out and disperse. He comes to stand at the place where the first shot was fired from the fat body of a rifle.

The war has been over for years now, they say.

Tell that to the dead.

Standing on another hill, Draco turns his eyes on the lone tree. A green banner flits from one of the branches, and as he approaches, he recognizes it as a scarf, loosely knitted from the wool that all old women seem to readily find.

His own.

From the edge of the valley, he can see the sloping survivors, following the arduous trail to Petrograd, to another death on another day. Draco tries to make out Potter's shifting, foolhardy gait among them, but he has lingered to long and they gone too far. The sharp wind beckons him northward, and he takes the shroud in his hands to warm them.

Hope, bright as a star, compels him then to follow.

From:

vaysh

*holds breath* Haunting and beautiful. So this is the mao hour?

Sorry about the wrong log-in id. *shakes head at self*

From:

altri-uccelli.livejournal.com

Mine got a bit long for a comment (1200 words) so it's at my journal. H/D, pre-slash. (Is that out of drabble range? Sorry. It was meant to be drabble length and usually what I write in two hours is more in the 700-800 range).

other birds (http://altri-uccelli.livejournal.com/17334.html)

From:

altri-uccelli.livejournal.com

Vaysh's word 'haunting' is exactly how I felt, and shivery. This feels like a snapshot in the middle of an immense, epic story, and I'm ashamed I have so little historical knowledge to put it in any kind of adequate context. But the emotions came through devastatingly.

From:

freakingcrups.livejournal.com

That sent shivers down my spine! That was amazing!

From:

freakingcrups.livejournal.com

“Your freaking crup has been through my clothes again,” Draco whined, joining his boyfriend on the couch. He wrapped his arms around Harry’s body and rested his head on his shoulder. He peered at the book Harry was reading and frowned. His boyfriend only read when he had a hard day at work. By the looks of it, and by what Harry had said when he just arrived home, he knew that he had. Seven raids, apparently, and one wizard even tried to use an unforgiveable on Harry.

“He likes them. When you aren’t home, it’s a replacement of your smell.” Harry shrugged as he set down his book and kissed Draco lightly on the forehead. His arms surrounded his body and pulled him closer. “If I was a crup, I’d do the same thing. I miss you when we’re at work.”

“You’re a bloody suck up,” Draco murmured quietly, but grinned none the less. He closed his eyes and hummed silently. This wasn't heaven, but it was pretty damn close to it, he was sure.

From:

khalulu

That brought tears to my eyes. Makes me want to read the work you took your quotation from, too. And it makes me miss my mother. I can see Harry as the persevering foolhardy fighter limping on, and Draco searching and following.

Damn you're a good writer.

Hey, anyway Draco gets to wear his ushanka, right?

From:

vanessawolfie.livejournal.com

Title Vanessa The Wolf-ie
Summary Okay, this is just me abusing usernames. I mean no disrespect to the names I used, I love those guys, and I mean not to be mean to the people not in it.
A/N I'm sorry for how dorky and cracky this ended up being, but I was going crazy trying to write something for this prompt
Word count 125

My friends in Lj world,
often brighten my life more
than the RL ones.

When I can’t write, or when I can,
Bleedy’s there to help me out.
You know, the 1 who would bleed-for-you

When I need the chibis, or just great art,
Brini is there to give me some.
You know, MC brini.

When I need beautiful or meaningful banners,
Mittens and Kay are there for me.
You know, my mittens and Ok-Kay-o.

When I need to indulge in other peoples life,
I have Sarahblack who supplies me daily with a fix.
You know, the Sarah in Black.

I hope I brighten your world a bit as well,
or at least give you something with being your friend.
I’m Vanessa the Wolf -ie.