» MAYA • underwater light (or: once upon a time, when every heartbreak could be cured with this…)
[454] Draco’s face was flushed with indignation, the wind from the lake tousling his hair despite all his best efforts to keep it in order, locks whipping around his fingers as he pushed it back. Harry remembered the first time they had walked around the lake, and thought how different, how strange, and how could I ever have guessed, and smiled up into his face.
[460] "Nothing’s absolute,“ he said lazily, stretching out. "It can’t be. There’s no such thing as absolute beauty or absolute perfection, or absolute feeling. I can’t feel absolute faith in someone, and Weasley can’t feel absolute affection for Granger, and – my father couldn’t feel absolute love for me.”
That Draco should gauge the emotions of the world by the experience he had of a coldblooded murderer.
“You’re contradicting yourself,” he told him in a soft voice. “You told me once about how you live, remember? About living with fury. If that’s how you exist – if you have to live with passion – then what is that but absolute?”
Draco lifted himself up on one hand, hair soft from the breeze still ruffling the lake.
“Murderous paradox, isn’t it?” he asked.
He looked almost pleased by it, by inventing an impossible world around himself.
(fuck me, but i never stood a chance.)
[686] The look of skin so close to his eyes that it became pale background to tiny fair hairs, making a silver sheen against the nape of Draco’s neck. Warmth and peace and a certain security in being so very together, in being able to measure out time with someone else’s breath. (…) Harry felt the pang of disappointment in his chest ease. This whole scene was so – comfortable. Something he could get used to, far too easily.
[720] Harry stared at his sharp, wilful face, and thought of all the things worth killing for in the world.
And this, he thought. And you.
corporeal imagings 