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killing_kurare) wrote2015-11-30 01:50 am
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Harry Potter - Daphne/Lavender - The girl who dances on the wind
Title: The girl who dances on the wind
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Daphne/Lavender
Word Count: 250
Rating: G
Warning: -
Challenge/Prompt:
femslash100, #482: alien
Challenge/Prompt: falling forever ficathon, red like fire was the day I met you / I tell you now there are no regrets
Daphne remembers the first time she ever saw Lavender. Like, really saw her.
She had been out for a walk, a windy yet beautiful day, and had strolled over a meadow, enjoying the silence and the nature around her until the sun went down and set the sky on fire. She stood there and looked at the crimson horizon, how the trees were merely black silhouettes swaying softly in the wind, when another movement caught her eye. It was a girl with long wavy hair blowing in the wind, twirling around and jumping up and down like she wanted to fly away. Daphne couldn’t take her eyes of that strange girl, black against red; who was she? What was she? A goddess, a fairy, an alien apparition?
The only thing Daphne was sure off: She wanted to solve this secret.
And this she did. She got to know Lavender Brown, got to know the goddess, the fairy, the alien inside of the other girl, so unlike anything Daphne had ever known.
And she regrets nothing she ever did for Lavender: not leaving her “happy” home, not leaving her parents who just couldn’t (didn’t want to) understand the choice her daughter had made, not abandoning her heritage. Nothing.
Everything was worth spending her life with the girl who danced on the wind against a sky red as fire.
“What are you thinking?” Lavender asks now as Daphne smiles absent-mindedly.
“Nothing. Just how I don’t regret a thing.”
And Lavender returns the smile, happy as ever.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Daphne/Lavender
Word Count: 250
Rating: G
Warning: -
Challenge/Prompt:
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Challenge/Prompt: falling forever ficathon, red like fire was the day I met you / I tell you now there are no regrets
Daphne remembers the first time she ever saw Lavender. Like, really saw her.
She had been out for a walk, a windy yet beautiful day, and had strolled over a meadow, enjoying the silence and the nature around her until the sun went down and set the sky on fire. She stood there and looked at the crimson horizon, how the trees were merely black silhouettes swaying softly in the wind, when another movement caught her eye. It was a girl with long wavy hair blowing in the wind, twirling around and jumping up and down like she wanted to fly away. Daphne couldn’t take her eyes of that strange girl, black against red; who was she? What was she? A goddess, a fairy, an alien apparition?
The only thing Daphne was sure off: She wanted to solve this secret.
And this she did. She got to know Lavender Brown, got to know the goddess, the fairy, the alien inside of the other girl, so unlike anything Daphne had ever known.
And she regrets nothing she ever did for Lavender: not leaving her “happy” home, not leaving her parents who just couldn’t (didn’t want to) understand the choice her daughter had made, not abandoning her heritage. Nothing.
Everything was worth spending her life with the girl who danced on the wind against a sky red as fire.
“What are you thinking?” Lavender asks now as Daphne smiles absent-mindedly.
“Nothing. Just how I don’t regret a thing.”
And Lavender returns the smile, happy as ever.
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Oh, I love you so much for writing that!
It's so light and fluffy and Daphne/Lavender is really one of my OTPs!
Everything was worth spending her life with the girl who danced on the wind against a sky red as fire.
This is so lovely and your chosen words are just perfect!
Thank you for writing this special, little piece of art for my prompt!
Love,
Katie.
(Could I get more of that, please? *insert heart-melting look here*)
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