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15minuteficlets challenge. Writen from 3:35 - 3:50, Harry/Percy.
Challenge word: Sign
Percy’s long, pale fingers trembled slightly as they twisted from sign to sign, his unfamiliarity with what he was doing evident every time he paused and stared at the sheet in front of him before continuing. They were both getting more frustrated by the moment.
The war against Voldemort was over after nine long years. Nine years of fighting, and hiding, and pain. Percy had been the one to find Harry in the end, collapsed next to Voldemort’s cooling body some distance from the main battlefield.
Harry had slept for days, his obvious wounds healed by the mediwizards, but the most grievous one hidden until he awoke. He and Percy had discovered at the same time, when he’d awoke and Percy had tried speaking to him from where he had knelt five long days, that his hearing had been destroyed.
Thus far no one had found a way to cure his deafness. He didn’t even know what had caused it, he could clearly remember Voldemort’s last words, spoken even as he himself was collapsing, so he could still hear then. Had some combination of spells caused it? Damage from when he fell? Had Voldemort cursed him as he lay dying?
Now he and Percy both tried to rediscover the simple art of communication, both pained and discouraged by how difficult both of them were finding it to learn the signs, to string them together into words. So finally, after a long night of trying, he reached out and grabbed Percy’s hand, stopping to flow of words with a soft kiss on the palm.
At the slightest tug to his arm Percy fell against him, tangling those graceful hands in Harry’s hair, then burying his face into it. Harry could feel Percy’s lips moving, and pressed his own to the pale flesh of his throat, feeling the vibrations of his words through them and almost able to imagine those vibrations forming words in his mind.
“I love you,” he whispered, then lightly bit the place under Percy’s ear which had always made the red-head squirm. “Thank you.” His tongue traced the shell of the ear, then blew softly into it. “It doesn’t matter, really. As long as you’re with me, I don’t care.”
He pretended not to notice Percy’s tears.
15minuteficlets challenge. Writen from 3:35 - 3:50, Harry/Percy.Challenge word: Sign
Percy’s long, pale fingers trembled slightly as they twisted from sign to sign, his unfamiliarity with what he was doing evident every time he paused and stared at the sheet in front of him before continuing. They were both getting more frustrated by the moment.
The war against Voldemort was over after nine long years. Nine years of fighting, and hiding, and pain. Percy had been the one to find Harry in the end, collapsed next to Voldemort’s cooling body some distance from the main battlefield.
Harry had slept for days, his obvious wounds healed by the mediwizards, but the most grievous one hidden until he awoke. He and Percy had discovered at the same time, when he’d awoke and Percy had tried speaking to him from where he had knelt five long days, that his hearing had been destroyed.
Thus far no one had found a way to cure his deafness. He didn’t even know what had caused it, he could clearly remember Voldemort’s last words, spoken even as he himself was collapsing, so he could still hear then. Had some combination of spells caused it? Damage from when he fell? Had Voldemort cursed him as he lay dying?
Now he and Percy both tried to rediscover the simple art of communication, both pained and discouraged by how difficult both of them were finding it to learn the signs, to string them together into words. So finally, after a long night of trying, he reached out and grabbed Percy’s hand, stopping to flow of words with a soft kiss on the palm.
At the slightest tug to his arm Percy fell against him, tangling those graceful hands in Harry’s hair, then burying his face into it. Harry could feel Percy’s lips moving, and pressed his own to the pale flesh of his throat, feeling the vibrations of his words through them and almost able to imagine those vibrations forming words in his mind.
“I love you,” he whispered, then lightly bit the place under Percy’s ear which had always made the red-head squirm. “Thank you.” His tongue traced the shell of the ear, then blew softly into it. “It doesn’t matter, really. As long as you’re with me, I don’t care.”
He pretended not to notice Percy’s tears.
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