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Mitri Ficlet « Thread Started on Nov 1, 2009, 11:22pm »
AN: So I wrote this little ficlet because of a idea that popped randomly into my head.
I tried to keep it canon-ish, despite how many think that Mitri will never, ever, ever happen. I did my best to try and keep it with what might happen. Naturally, it goes without saying that this is fo' sho AU.
This is a good few hundred years in the future, none of the HR charries of the "now" are alive anymore, nor their children, or the childrens children.
I did not write this and consult Dmitri or Mira...so his and her character might be way off base....sorry if its OOC for them XD. I tried to keep in mind the years that had passed for both of them...and tried to keep them some what IC based on the huge time jump in my mind.
It's also unedited....you have been warned.
Hope you all like ^-^
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It was winter outside, and snow was falling down upon the grounds of Hogwarts once again….as it did every year. It blanketed the forest and the grounds in a pure white layer of snow, as if erasing all the flaws of the previous year, and in spring it would melt away to present a new fresh canvas. It was refreshing to know that even after years and years some things never changed – there were still some things that could be counted on. It was those seemingly mundane things to living humans, that him and others like him clung to, because so much changes all the time that it’s nice to have something that doesn’t...even something as simple as the changing seasons.
He floated along, high above the bustling students in a hurry to get to their classes, most having opted to stay in bed just a little too long in a effort to avoid the nipping air in their rooms. They were all faces he didn’t recognize anymore – oh sure, he knew their names, years, and most of the gossip that was being tossed around…but…it was almost like he didn’t belong here. It was really hard to explain, he was here, yet he felt like this just wasn’t where he should be…and there was nothing he could do to change that fact.
Oh, there were times when he thought about going to ‘haunt’ some other place….but all his other options wouldn’t be viable anymore…his home was no longer filled with his family…hadn’t been for a long time coming now. He wasn’t even world renowned anymore….since his hay day there had been stars in the quidditch world that grew larger than he could have ever hoped to be, his name faded from people’s lips as the years dragged on until anyone hardly knew of him anymore…his legacy blown away by time itself.
He couldn’t help but find the irony in how lonely he had felt those first few years of his undead life. Finding solace in watching others in love, making friends, living life….people of his time, who were now withering in the ground, leaving him feeling utterly alone in the world. Most had died of old age, some had died far too young, some were forced to leave, and others depressingly choose to leave. He didn’t want to blame them, but in a way it was hard not to….it was also hard not to envy them all. Names and faces that stayed ingrained in his memory, would probably forever be in his memories.
The students and staff around him now were all foreign, sometimes he would hear a last name of a student that had the same last name of someone he used to know…and he wondered if they were related to the people he knew. He never asked though. What would be the point in chasing memories, in chasing history? Somehow his mind traveled to Oliver Wood….there were times he wished he had told the man his feelings for him, and now he was at least a century too late. It seems that even in death he could make mistakes that would haunt him for lifetimes.
He continued through the halls, going through a few walls – the novelty having long ago worn off. His face was grim and filled with years of thoughts. It was now that he understood why most of the other ghosts around him carried the same distant gaze. They were lost in their lifetimes, mourning their losses, simply existing now. A smile didn’t feel like a heart felt smile any longer, you didn’t want to make friends because they would just grow old and leave you in the same position in which you started……alone.
Had he realized how lonely unlife would have been at this point….he would have chosen differently despite all his fears. He was also bloody sick of quidditch robes; he could now sympathize with Nearly Headless Nick…..who absolutely despised his armor. He guessed he could be thankful that at least his eternity attire was comfortable despite being a little heavy.
With a sigh he continued along his mindless trek, he didn’t really have a destination in mind as he wondered along. It was hard when you didn’t need to sleep, couldn’t sleep. You went through life constantly awake, unable to do anything or touch anyone. All he really had left was his Gilly weed, and the bowl that Oliver had given him years ago hidden in a place where only a ghost could really get to….but over the years even that had lost its allure.
His wondering eventually brought him up to the astronomy tower, the classroom abandoned a few hundred years ago when an observatory was built out on the grounds. Now old desks and books littered the empty dusty rooms…making it the perfect make out spot for students willing to take the risk to get passed the closed wards. Gliding up through the floors, he paused when he reached the top. There sitting on the open window sill was Mira. He shoved his ghost hands into his ghost pockets, ready to just fall back through the floor and leave her be – that was until he was stopped by her soft voice.
“C'est beau est-il pas?” she asked, the French flowing from her lips easily. Of course what used to be flawless French was now considered archaic with the ever changing ways of language, but there was always something classy and elegant in the way she spoke in French. Over the years he had picked up on a bit of it, he wasn’t fluent, preferring English, but after so long you start to learn a few things here and there.
“It is.” He replied, floating over and hovering over the ledge where she was sitting, It looked like he was sitting next to her, but they both knew that he was simply holding up the illusion, holding himself there instead of actually resting on the grey stones. Mira was unique, an exception in their world. She had a body, she could touch and feel and experience, but she never aged and probably wouldn’t die. She was a walker of both realms. It was something Dmitri envied her for – what he would give to live in the in-between that she did.
A silence fell between them, it wasn’t comfortable nor uncomfortable - it simply was. Looking over he took note of her forever blond hair, of her unnaturally pale white skin. At least she hadn’t changed; at least she didn’t leave him like so many others had. She was a constant just like the snow on the ground that they both new would come every year. She was the only one left who could really share his pain, the only one he could talk to about the others of his time, about the troubles that plagued him day in and out…but he never mentioned the panging loneliness that persisted in his heart. That was something he kept to himself, guarded and safe.
“It doesn’t get much easier,” she stated softly, the emotion in her voice thick and yet light. “The loneliness.” She clarified, her feet swinging off the edge in a methodical rhythm, her small hands curled around the ledge, her eyes gazing out upon the ever changing and never ending landscape in front of them. She had caught him by surprise, but he didn’t say anything. Instead he was thinking if he was really that obvious, how had she known? He surmised that he would have to work harder to keep his emotions and troubles more secret.
Mira wasn’t about to let it go though, in her own persistent way she reached out to him and laid her hand gently on his shoulder. She wasn’t helping him feel any better, even though he knew the gesture was meant to bring solace and comfort. He felt uncomfortable when he sensed her blue eyes turning from the landscape to gaze over him. Mira could just…know things….and he felt bare to her, like she could see everything he was feeling and thinking – it made him uneasy, but he didn’t move. Truth be told it was nice to feel something….anything. Mira had the rare gift of being able to touch the other ghosts, and after centuries of going without the touch of another – it was a sensation that he both missed and felt foreign to him.
It was mostly for this reason that he avoided Mira generally, she was in many ways like him, and in so many ways not…and over the years he had stopped trying to get her to touch him, or letting her touch him - because he didn’t want to become reliant on her like some kind of drug – he was already addicted to one. But after a few hundred years….he couldn’t deny that it felt nice to feel something…anything again. It wasn’t much, but it chipped away at the growing loneliness he was feeling. He let out a heavy sigh, his eyes closing for a moment as he soaked it in, trying so hard to burn it into his mind as a lifeline. The feeling that he probably wouldn’t have again for such a long time – he was at least going to relish the moment.
The touch of her hand on his cheek though made him open his eyes, the clear confusion etched onto his features. Looking down he could see that she was floating in front of him, which was odd because there was nothing between her bare feet and the long drop down….and he just wasn’t accustom to seeing a human like form floating, even if he knew that she could. He wasn’t sure what she was doing, with her hand forcing him to look at her….
Her face was expressionless almost, as if she was trying to read his very soul and it unsettled him as he fidgeted, even in his floating form he could still look as if he was fidgeting. He didn’t want to be rude by just dropping out on her – she was one of his only friends left really understood. However he was shocked still when she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his, his eyes still open while hers were closed. Uncomfortable didn’t even begin to cover it for him. She kept her lips there, pressed against his unresponsive shocked ones. He was confused, uncertain and uncomfortable. She knew he fancied blokes….so why was she kissing him? This had to be one of his day dreams that had taken an odd twisted turn.
Maybe he had gotten so lonely that he was now stuck in some strange fantasy world that was trying to make up for his yearnings in the only outlet really available to him. His thoughts were only seconds long though, and were washed from his mind when he felt her tongue dip out to trace the seams of his lips. If he had had a beating heart it would have literally stopped, and any ghostly breath he did have was pulled from his dead unused lungs. He though the feeling of her pressing her lips to his was a shocker…imagine the response to her actually moving her lips.
He wasn’t sure what to do, how to respond, what to say. There were so many questions running through his mind. It didn’t feel right, there wasn’t a spark there. He wasn’t interested in her like that but he didn’t want to hurt her feelings. He wanted to know why; he wanted to know what she was thinking…..it was a knot of tangled thoughts and some were getting wrapped up in another mid-thought. His ghostly form was tense, he didn’t return the kiss and he didn’t pull away – his eyes had closed though as he tried to figure out what the hell was going on. Maybe it really was some strange day dream fantasy – except he wasn’t falling out of it back into reality.
It…..felt wrong to be kissing her. Well – he wasn’t exactly kissing her, she was kissing him, but it was the same difference in his mind. And then, at the same time it felt good to feel a pair of lips on his, female or not, after decades and decades, and as if his body were working against his mind he found himself kissing her back reluctantly.
How did that happen?
In his defense though, it was really hard not to kiss her back. Not with her soft lips working against his and making coherent though incredibly hard to accomplish at the moment. She wasn’t a guy, she wasn’t a turn on for him, she overall wasn’t his type….but she was there, she was available, she was kissing him and it was hard to feel guilty about using her when he was caught up in the motions…and he was going to be selfish and admit that it felt good. Not just physically, but emotionally as well.
Somewhere down the line he was actually worried if he was still a good kisser after so many years. By Mira’s pleased hummm in response, he’d have to say that maybe he wasn’t as rusty as he thought he was. God, it had been so long since any kind of contact, and this was…..nice.
It ended to soon though, or not soon enough, it was hard to gage how he felt about then entire situation now….he had a lot to work out. She pulled away from him, the smile on her pretty face genuine and understanding, and there he was, floating all daze stricken, staring back at her with thoughtful eyes that used to be a brilliant grey-blue, that were now simply a dull grey. He didn’t have any words to say to her, and his cheeks turned a darker grey hinting that he was actually blushing.
“It gets better.” She promised, placing both her hands on either cheek, leaning up to kiss his forehead lightly, before she pulled back. She floated by him, her hand reaching out to touch his shoulder; the gesture that apparently started all of this was now ending it. “Il obtient plus facile” she said lightly as she placed her feet on the stone floor, no longer hovering. She stayed for a few moments longer before she finally let her hand slide from his shoulder, walking out the door and down the stairs, leaving him there on the sill, the snow still falling to the ground…..
It took him a moment to realize he was smiling, and not just smiling for smiles sake….but smiling because he felt it. She made him smile. She made him really smile….really feel it. Something he hadn’t done in a century or two. ___________________________________
Re: Mitri Ficlet « Reply #1 on Nov 2, 2009, 6:51pm »
This is Tony's friend Op-Ed commenting:
This was adorable and very touching. Nice job. Its a shame we won't ever see this couple happen because you brought it to life for me and left me wanting to see more. Very cute. :}
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