Post by OSUSprinks on Sept 3, 2008 11:10:56 GMT -5
Title: Complicated
Rating: Everyone
Summary: Life is Complicated. Reading The Awakening may have finally caught up with me.
Life was complicated, Pomona decided as she walked through the silent halls. It was dark, well after midnight, and unlikely she would meet anyone; still, she walked softly along the familiar route.
This was not what she had planned for her life. As a girl, she had dreamed of her future, the perfect husband and family, a house with a yard and a garden of her own. Even when she moved on to Hogwarts and then University, the dream changed little, only expanding to include a career in Herbology. And she had done it all.
Her husband was one of the most attractive men she had ever met. He was several years older than her, distinguished and successful, all a little girl could dream of. He had been supportive of her throughout her career, always taking his half of the housework and raising the children in stride, long before it was fashionable for a husband to do so. He was proud of her and when she had been offered the job at Hogwarts, he had been the first to insist she take it. He had told her she had worked too hard to let the opportunity pass and so she had gone.
Their boys had been pleased when she told them the news. They were proud of their mother and her work, though they had not always been. She often wondered if that was why each had married such polar opposites of her. Their wives, sophisticated and beautiful, were like little dolls and more than happy to give up their work in order to become wife and mother. She wondered sometimes if she would have been happier in life if she had done the same.
But her work had always been her passion in life. In her greenhouses she felt more at home and more... needed, she supposed, then she did anywhere else in her life. As if she were born for that very purpose. Nothing had ever made her feel more complete than her hours spent hunched over a table, covered in potting soil, coaxing life into tiny seeds. Well, nothing until Filius.
He was also married. She had met his wife once at a ball, some time after the beginning of... this. His marriage was not as happy as hers pretended to be, but that never seemed to bother him.
From the very first she had found him interesting. He was unlike any other man she had ever met, in stature and demeanor. Her mother certainly never would have approved.
As she turned the final corner, she wondered if that was half the problem.
She knocked. He answered. Her doubts fled as clothes dropped. He brought her to the pinnacle of her passion and back, filling her and fulfilling her in ways she had not even been aware of before they met. Yet even as they lay tangled together, his breathing already beginning to steady in sleep, she wondered if those fleeting moments were enough.
Life was complicated, Pomona decided as she dressed quietly and made her way into the hall. She softly shut his door, wondering if she was only making it worse.
Rating: Everyone
Summary: Life is Complicated. Reading The Awakening may have finally caught up with me.
Life was complicated, Pomona decided as she walked through the silent halls. It was dark, well after midnight, and unlikely she would meet anyone; still, she walked softly along the familiar route.
This was not what she had planned for her life. As a girl, she had dreamed of her future, the perfect husband and family, a house with a yard and a garden of her own. Even when she moved on to Hogwarts and then University, the dream changed little, only expanding to include a career in Herbology. And she had done it all.
Her husband was one of the most attractive men she had ever met. He was several years older than her, distinguished and successful, all a little girl could dream of. He had been supportive of her throughout her career, always taking his half of the housework and raising the children in stride, long before it was fashionable for a husband to do so. He was proud of her and when she had been offered the job at Hogwarts, he had been the first to insist she take it. He had told her she had worked too hard to let the opportunity pass and so she had gone.
Their boys had been pleased when she told them the news. They were proud of their mother and her work, though they had not always been. She often wondered if that was why each had married such polar opposites of her. Their wives, sophisticated and beautiful, were like little dolls and more than happy to give up their work in order to become wife and mother. She wondered sometimes if she would have been happier in life if she had done the same.
But her work had always been her passion in life. In her greenhouses she felt more at home and more... needed, she supposed, then she did anywhere else in her life. As if she were born for that very purpose. Nothing had ever made her feel more complete than her hours spent hunched over a table, covered in potting soil, coaxing life into tiny seeds. Well, nothing until Filius.
He was also married. She had met his wife once at a ball, some time after the beginning of... this. His marriage was not as happy as hers pretended to be, but that never seemed to bother him.
From the very first she had found him interesting. He was unlike any other man she had ever met, in stature and demeanor. Her mother certainly never would have approved.
As she turned the final corner, she wondered if that was half the problem.
She knocked. He answered. Her doubts fled as clothes dropped. He brought her to the pinnacle of her passion and back, filling her and fulfilling her in ways she had not even been aware of before they met. Yet even as they lay tangled together, his breathing already beginning to steady in sleep, she wondered if those fleeting moments were enough.
Life was complicated, Pomona decided as she dressed quietly and made her way into the hall. She softly shut his door, wondering if she was only making it worse.
