His Routine
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lesyeuxvertsTitle: His Routine
Author:![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 250
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Percy/Harry
Prompt: singing
Warnings: DH-compliant
Disclaimer: Not mine.
AN: Written foremiime in ![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-community.gif)
portus_envy
There's a routine, a rhythm to Percy's mornings – it sets the pace of the day and he depends on it. He needs it like his heartbeat.
When he was younger, it was the bustle of the Burrow, the whistles and bangs coming from the twins' room and the smell of bacon coming from the kitchen. Percy woke, stretched, and pulled himself to his feet when he heard his mum singing downstairs.
During the war, his morning rhythm was gone. He never knew what he'd wake up to, his heart pounding and his head tight with nightmares and sick worry. It was worse afterwards, after Fred–
This isn't the way that it was supposed to end. This isn't it at all.
Some days, Percy barely makes it through the mornings. Other days, it's better – when he doesn't walk through Diagon Alley, when he doesn't see his mum's forced smile, when he doesn't hear the silence from the twins' room in the mornings.
Some days, it's easier. Percy believes in Harry and everything that he's said about King's Cross, adventures and afterlives. He wants to believe.
He believes.
There are mornings when Percy wakes and it's there, his routine. He stretches, keeps his eyes closed, and listens. His bed is still warm and there's the smell of bacon coming from the kitchen, and the teakettle whistles.
He hears Harry singing in the shower. In a minute, Percy will wake and stretch and join him, and this is it. This is his routine.
Author:
lesyeuxvertsWord Count: 250
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Percy/Harry
Prompt: singing
Warnings: DH-compliant
Disclaimer: Not mine.
AN: Written for
emiime in portus_envyThere's a routine, a rhythm to Percy's mornings – it sets the pace of the day and he depends on it. He needs it like his heartbeat.
When he was younger, it was the bustle of the Burrow, the whistles and bangs coming from the twins' room and the smell of bacon coming from the kitchen. Percy woke, stretched, and pulled himself to his feet when he heard his mum singing downstairs.
During the war, his morning rhythm was gone. He never knew what he'd wake up to, his heart pounding and his head tight with nightmares and sick worry. It was worse afterwards, after Fred–
This isn't the way that it was supposed to end. This isn't it at all.
Some days, Percy barely makes it through the mornings. Other days, it's better – when he doesn't walk through Diagon Alley, when he doesn't see his mum's forced smile, when he doesn't hear the silence from the twins' room in the mornings.
Some days, it's easier. Percy believes in Harry and everything that he's said about King's Cross, adventures and afterlives. He wants to believe.
He believes.
There are mornings when Percy wakes and it's there, his routine. He stretches, keeps his eyes closed, and listens. His bed is still warm and there's the smell of bacon coming from the kitchen, and the teakettle whistles.
He hears Harry singing in the shower. In a minute, Percy will wake and stretch and join him, and this is it. This is his routine.
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Date: 2008-07-16 06:39 pm (UTC)Wonderful!