Post by jesilily on Oct 22, 2011 4:24:20 GMT -8
Title: Dream
Rating: U
Warnings (if any): None
Summary: Sometimes it's nice to dream
Written for Operation Poufsouffle!
She was sitting in her favourite chair once more, reading, eyes following the lines written in the book, breathing softly, her brows knitted together as she red a line, and then she relaxed her face once more. He often wondered if she ever realised how beautiful she really was, with the orange glow of the fire warming her pale skin, and flames dancing in her bottle green eyes, he often wondered if she ever really realised he was totally taken by her.
Maybe she was, but she'd never show it. The only time she showed real emotion was as she read her books, long tales of love and lust, of betrayal and hatred. He knew by now that she'll read anything you handed her, but it was the books she picked for herself which were the ones that told you things.
It was always the long fairytales, the old versions, with the range of emotions splattered across the page before her. The ones which people found their true loves, and fought through everything together to be together, He could tell she was a dreamer, and that's what she dreamed of. Love, the real thing, it lasts forever and will never be forgotten.
This thought made him smile. Someone who was always so calm and collected dreamt of real love, she wasn't cold like everyone else believed, she just didn't let things get to her. She didn't care what others said about her, she didn't care that the teachers thought she tried too hard, or that her friends bitched about her behind her back, because she was above that.
She didn't try too hard, it came naturally to her to try her best at every task she was set. She didn't care what others said about her, did they really matter in the bigger scheme of things? She didn't care that her friends bitched about her, because they weren't real friends and what they did needn't affect her.
There was only one thing that really affected her, and that was her dreams.
She looked up for a second, and her eyes caught his, and for a moment her lips twitched into a lazy smile before returning once more to her book. He couldn't tell form here what she was reading, but she was absorbed by it. Eventually she left the common room, leaving her book on the table, she smiled at him once more as she passed by him, but that was it.
When, and only when, he was sure she wouldn't return did he get to his feet and wander over to the table and looked that the book, there was a book mark so she knew where to open when she returned to the book. He looked down at the cover, there was an intricately drawn woman sitting on a stone, a man in the background, the sky was dark and the images moved around the front page.
There was no title that he could see so he didn't know what it was, he wanted to read it though, to know what she dreamt of, to know which tale had made her react, to show emotions.
He couldn't, he know he wouldn't, but the frustration was getting to him, it should have really been a simple task really, shouldn't it? Opening a book and reading it, however he couldn't bring himself to, because they were her secrets, her dreams and her, just her. Finally sighing, he flopped onto the sofa and ran a hand through his hair.
Then he caught sight of the spine of the book. 'A World Away' By Lily Evans. The excitement flooded his veins and without thinking he reached out and picked up the book once more, he opened it and gasped at what it said on the very first page.
'A book is a tale of one's hopes, dreams, fear and life. Every author is putting their experiences down on paper. This is the only book I will ever write, and may it be enjoyed by only me. Proof that I once dreamed.'
He opened the book, scanning the pages, loosing himself the the story. He realised finally at the end why her dreams were always so important to him, because to her they were important.
Smiling he reread the last line she wrote.
“Because sometimes it's nice to dream.”
He liked it, its honesty.
Dreams were important. She was his dream, not that she'd ever really be his.
He sat in his last lesson, it would actually be his last ever lesson as school finished the next day, and then he was out into the real world, where there was real war and real death and real destruction. But that didn't stop him dreaming, of a time when there would be peace and when there would be life, a real life, where they'd be love and family. The door opened and he found himself no longer sitting on his own, he best friend sat down beside him.
“Hey mate.” Sirius said grinning at him. He nodded in reply, his eyes transfixed on her once more, it was almost a year and a half since he read her book, not that she ever found out, and still he remembered the very last live. “Why do you always look at her like that?” Sirius asked almost sadly.
“Because Sirius.” James replied, as Lily turned around and twitched her lips into a smile at him. “Sometimes it's nice to dream.”
Rating: U
Warnings (if any): None
Summary: Sometimes it's nice to dream
Written for Operation Poufsouffle!
She was sitting in her favourite chair once more, reading, eyes following the lines written in the book, breathing softly, her brows knitted together as she red a line, and then she relaxed her face once more. He often wondered if she ever realised how beautiful she really was, with the orange glow of the fire warming her pale skin, and flames dancing in her bottle green eyes, he often wondered if she ever really realised he was totally taken by her.
Maybe she was, but she'd never show it. The only time she showed real emotion was as she read her books, long tales of love and lust, of betrayal and hatred. He knew by now that she'll read anything you handed her, but it was the books she picked for herself which were the ones that told you things.
It was always the long fairytales, the old versions, with the range of emotions splattered across the page before her. The ones which people found their true loves, and fought through everything together to be together, He could tell she was a dreamer, and that's what she dreamed of. Love, the real thing, it lasts forever and will never be forgotten.
This thought made him smile. Someone who was always so calm and collected dreamt of real love, she wasn't cold like everyone else believed, she just didn't let things get to her. She didn't care what others said about her, she didn't care that the teachers thought she tried too hard, or that her friends bitched about her behind her back, because she was above that.
She didn't try too hard, it came naturally to her to try her best at every task she was set. She didn't care what others said about her, did they really matter in the bigger scheme of things? She didn't care that her friends bitched about her, because they weren't real friends and what they did needn't affect her.
There was only one thing that really affected her, and that was her dreams.
She looked up for a second, and her eyes caught his, and for a moment her lips twitched into a lazy smile before returning once more to her book. He couldn't tell form here what she was reading, but she was absorbed by it. Eventually she left the common room, leaving her book on the table, she smiled at him once more as she passed by him, but that was it.
When, and only when, he was sure she wouldn't return did he get to his feet and wander over to the table and looked that the book, there was a book mark so she knew where to open when she returned to the book. He looked down at the cover, there was an intricately drawn woman sitting on a stone, a man in the background, the sky was dark and the images moved around the front page.
There was no title that he could see so he didn't know what it was, he wanted to read it though, to know what she dreamt of, to know which tale had made her react, to show emotions.
He couldn't, he know he wouldn't, but the frustration was getting to him, it should have really been a simple task really, shouldn't it? Opening a book and reading it, however he couldn't bring himself to, because they were her secrets, her dreams and her, just her. Finally sighing, he flopped onto the sofa and ran a hand through his hair.
Then he caught sight of the spine of the book. 'A World Away' By Lily Evans. The excitement flooded his veins and without thinking he reached out and picked up the book once more, he opened it and gasped at what it said on the very first page.
'A book is a tale of one's hopes, dreams, fear and life. Every author is putting their experiences down on paper. This is the only book I will ever write, and may it be enjoyed by only me. Proof that I once dreamed.'
He opened the book, scanning the pages, loosing himself the the story. He realised finally at the end why her dreams were always so important to him, because to her they were important.
Smiling he reread the last line she wrote.
“Because sometimes it's nice to dream.”
He liked it, its honesty.
Dreams were important. She was his dream, not that she'd ever really be his.
He sat in his last lesson, it would actually be his last ever lesson as school finished the next day, and then he was out into the real world, where there was real war and real death and real destruction. But that didn't stop him dreaming, of a time when there would be peace and when there would be life, a real life, where they'd be love and family. The door opened and he found himself no longer sitting on his own, he best friend sat down beside him.
“Hey mate.” Sirius said grinning at him. He nodded in reply, his eyes transfixed on her once more, it was almost a year and a half since he read her book, not that she ever found out, and still he remembered the very last live. “Why do you always look at her like that?” Sirius asked almost sadly.
“Because Sirius.” James replied, as Lily turned around and twitched her lips into a smile at him. “Sometimes it's nice to dream.”