in_the_blue | Writing Challenge

Exactly a month ago, I posted my first writing challenge for all of you in my LJ. Afterwards, I took a poll and most people voted for me to run them monthly and in my LJ, as opposed to on some other time frame and in a new challenge community.

So. Monthly it is; in my LJ it is. Last month we focused on the sense of taste and I know there are still four more senses to go, but why be stuck in a rut?

Here's this month's loosely-defined DRABBLE challenge and the guidelines.

Rules (Once again, Captain Barbossa reminds me they're more like guidelines):

Fandom: any, so long as it's one you know well.

Word count: 300 or less

Main theme: Magic. Whatever that means to you or your character! Don't feel constrained by whether or not your character wields a wand, all right? And no comments necessary on the obvious double-entendre there.

Ratings: No restrictions.

Duration: 1 week. Challenge opens today and closes Tuesday, May 24.

Post your drabbles as comments to this entry. And yes, you can comment on other peoples' work. Feedback is always nice.

Ready, steady, go.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

There is such magic in the way she moves. I watch her for hours at night while she’s asleep, her hair floating over the pillow in a striking fit of silvery silk, each breath moving the soft curves of her chest gently up and down, up and down, quiet dream-induced laughter forcing a grin onto that set of lips that like to pout in mock sternness.

There is much magic in her actions: when her eyes flash in anger or reproach, and I hear the softness of her accent suddenly embittered: there’s magic in that. Yes, yes, there’s magic in her innate charm; one who is part-Veela can’t escape that assessment. But that’s not what makes her magic to me. No, not at all.

When she holds me. When her arms wrap around me. When her hand, tiny and warm, sits in mine. When her lips brush against mine. When her fingers play over my skin. When she whispers into my ear; when she covers my eyes with her hands. When she faces me and looks into my eyes and tells me she loves me in her own language, her own tongue. When she laughs and it sounds like bells pealing at a faraway church: this is the greater magic.

Any witch or wizard can wave a wand and make a bouquet of flowers, or brew a love potion, or make themselves invisible. It’s ordinary, common, every-day spellwork.

But only Fleur makes my heart race this way.

I wis yo utwo the best of times t ocome. *toasts*

Writing Challenge - Magic

Fandom: Harry Potter / featuring Bill Weasley

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