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Title: The heart and reason discussed. And the doubt was sitting between them
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: Green
Genre: Introspettivo, Malinconico, Sentimentale
Il cuore e la ragione discutevano.
E il dubbio sedeva fra loro
Nox ubi transierit, caelumque rubescere primo
coeperit, et tactae rore querentur aves,
semustamque facem vigilata nocte viator
ponet, et ad solitum rusticus ibit opus,
Pliades incipient umeros relevare paternos,
quae septem dici, sex tamen esse solent:
seu quod in amplexum sex hinc venere deorum
(nam Steropen Marti concubuisse ferunt,
Neptuno Alcyonen et te, formosa Celaeno,
Maian et Electran Taygetenque Iovi),
septima mortali Merope tibi, Sisyphe, nupsit:
paenitet, et facti sola pudore latet;
Quando sarà trascorsa la notte, e il cielo comincerà appena a coprirsi
di rosso, e s'udrà il lamento degli uccelli aspersi di rugiada,
e il viandante che ha vegliato la notte deporrà la torcia
semibruciata, e il contadino tornerà al consueto lavoro,
the Pleiades, who say they are actually seven but six
begin to ease the burden on fathers' shoulders.
Or because six of them came to the embrace with the
(it is said that Sterope has lain with Mars, and you
Alcione, beautiful Celaeno, Neptune, and Electra and Maia
Taigete with Jupiter), and instead seventh, Merope
, it is joined with you, Sisyphus, a mortal, and tried
repentance, and only out of shame of what is hidden;
Ovid Fasti IV 165-176
January 21, 1927
" ... and inv ece seventh, Merope, it is joined with you, Sisyphus, a mortal, and I felt sorrow and shame for one of what is hidden ... "
Nonsense !
love, to love and be loved in return: how can you prove this to repentance? There is nothing shameful, anything you need to hide.
she was a human and a goddess ... So what?
It 's a Muggle and a witch ... I So what?
Love Is not go beyond the miseries of the other?
He touched the image of the book in her lap: Sisyphus is so beautiful ... almost as much as Tom!
closed the book and stood up to return it in its place: its reflection in the large mirror on the wall made him stop. He hated that reflex, he hated the pale skin, which gave her an air constantly ill, she hated her hair dark, terrible contrast to the pallor of her face.
His face had taken too many teams, no kindness: she was ugly. are ugly.
Nor have recovered forces away from his father and brother had improved, perhaps the situation was deteriorated, no longer having its privations be adduced as an excuse.
Sadly, stared at his face again, his eyes did not look back at him. have squint.
He turned angrily hated her eyes. He hated his appearance. She hated herself.
But Tom loves me ...
Tom loves me.
The low hum of the cauldron replied eloquently.
... loves me ...
There are lies, which is not impossible to believe.
She had her lie, a white lie: what's wrong to love? Why do not wish to be loved?
He looked stubby hands and white: a golden thread sparkled on her left hand.
I was married: she would not if I do not love her. No matter the rest.
almost an automatic gesture looked at the wedding photos, the odd photo property : Tom had insisted that he had a place of honor in their living room, but she wanted to burn it.
- My love is the happiest day of our life! We must have a memory! And then, you're so beautiful in this photo ...-
It was horrible.
He limited the damage by wearing a simple gray suit: that dress white, what he had always dreamed of, creaked horribly on her.
Yet, despite its efforts, the arm of Tom, so elegant in her black dress, she seemed embarrassed a corpse next to a beautiful prince.
It was beautiful ... it was not and never was never would be become.
It was a powerful sorceress, almost a Squib, despite Salazar's blood flowed in his veins. It was not particularly intelligent
or with a fierce character.
What I deserve to win the love of someone?
's love Tom?
He had: no substance, no hope, no love.
That gave him the filter.
a gesture of despair in which she could not believe how could you have prepared a potion worthy of the name? Her inability Squib: Can.
yet ...
... had set as if for the first time, as he saw before him the beauty personified: "You have bewitched me .- He whispered softly, still staring at her and taking her hand.
And she wept at these words: fear, fear that he had discovered his secret, he had understood that the same kidding.
Yet, he had continued to love it.
And she continued to make him drink the filter.
He was awesome at the beginning: his words, his smiles, his caressing ...
got drunk for joy only un'astemia drunk as can be.
Everything was perfect: her life was a fairy tale with a happy ending.
Finally.
Her prince had come, had taken away from a life of misery and now they lived happily ever after.
would live happily ever after ... forever.
The cauldron continued to mutter softly in the next room.
... A lie, in the end, it is still a lie ...
" ... and inv ece seventh, Merope, it is joined with you, Sisyphus, a mortal, and I felt sorrow and shame for one of what is hidden ... "
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For Alexiel Mihawk, my foster-sist, for his nineteenth birthday.
