I am very stressed just now – WHY SO MANY IMPORTANT THINGS AT ONCE, UNIVERSE? – and I have to go out again tonight. Which will be very fun, I’m sure, and it’s a friend’s birthday. I just yearn for space to get stuff done. Also, the stress is giving me a bit of writer’s block.
And yet, this morning I am very happy. Why? Well, woldy
gave me balloons! Just because! And bewarethesmirk
made Happy Birthday posts for me! And also, this week I won at sortinghatdrabs
Luna TriumphantWord count:
Dean’s first exhibition takes place at Malfoy Manor.Warnings:
The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.Author’s Notes:
I KILL THIS WORD LIMIT WITH MY BRAIN. Also, ‘RP’ = Received Pronunciation. The pairing was Dean/Luna, and the prompt was art is life, and life is transformation – Antoni Tapies
Draco Malfoy’s motives for becoming Dean’s very public patron were shining – and transparent – as glass. But Malfoy Manor’s ballroom was perfect for his first exhibition: a honey wood expanse beneath sweeping arches of stone.
Now the room bubbled and murmured with RP voices and modulated laughter. Malfoy wasn’t mingling. He was huddled by a particular sketch, staring.
It was drawn from memory: Luna Triumphant II
. She was thin, bloodied, in torn robes. He’d drawn those enormous blue eyes even bigger than life, like wounds bleeding tears in her pale, set face. Malfoy Manor loomed horribly in the background.
Dean had drawn three Lunas. Luna Triumphant I
was fourteen and painted in saturated colours, her head engulfed by the lion hat. She was bright, beaming, and unconcerned with rules: she turned from the portly wizards admiring her and slipped into the next frame.
Dean half-choked, watching as his brightest Luna stepped into the desolate charcoal landscape. The bright Luna slipped her hand into the grey, wartorn Luna’s dirty one. The grey Luna’s face broke into a smile.
The third, watercolour Luna, today’s Luna, sat on their bed and smiled at him like she was waiting for Dean to join her.