|fraying wires and fairytales
Author: our dancing days PM
"Narcissa Malfoy, a doll with loose fittings and button eyes; a robot programmed badly." Narcissa, Lily, and the hearts of machines. / freeverse.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Angst - Narcissa M. & Lily Evans P. - Words: 553 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 9 - Published: 11-22-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8726881
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Title: Fraying Wires and Fairytales
Character: Narcissa Malfoy
Summary: "Narcissa Malfoy, a doll with loose fittings and button eyes; a robot programmed badly." Narcissa, Lily, and the hearts of machines. / Freeverse.
Notes: Huh. Angst. Pain. Sadness. Femmeslash. Metaphors. What more could you want? I sincerely hope you enjoy!
a doll with loose fittings and button eyes;
a robot programmed badly.
You're held together with fraying wires
that just can't function.
Turned down by the one you thought you loved,
once upon a time,
but girls like you don't end up in fairytales,
because girls like you,
like girls like her,
and confusion, darling, doesn't suit you...
She is elusive; pretty;
fiery and intelligent and everything you'll never be.
You've made it awkward, sweetheart,
for lack of a better word,
because you see her every day and
you still can't look her in the eye.
She gives up trying.
You're not good enough.
a machine with a heart that's forgetting to beat;
a robot programmed badly.
You're mad and you're sad, but,
you know what?
You're getting on fine.
"Glad we're still mates,"
the other girl smiles,
and Narcissa, you cry inside, 'cause hey:
porcelain masks aren't made to crack.
"I don't like you like that."
Lily Evans, the girl with no emotion,
a brash voice and no hesitation in bringing down James Potter,
will never love you, dear,
and you're not even sure she likes you.
Guess what, Cissy?
Fate's got it in for you
(if you even believed in that sort of thing)
and your destiny isn't with her.
She turns you down with a frown, and a sigh,
and you don't even think she cares.
You blink, and she doesn't talk to you again.
You didn't expect her to, really.
Who'd want Narcissa;
with no guarantee?
"I still want to be friends."
you're the girl who went against all codes,
and looked at another
who wasn't your Lucius,
and smiled prettily, and readily, your ears burning red,
But you belong with Lucius, babe,
and she belongs with Potter,
because she's a princess in her very own fairytale,
and no fraying wires are going to
convince her otherwise.
You're a damsel in distress,
but save yourself this time, princess.
No one is coming.
Your tower's too high,
and no girls would want to climb it
even if they could.
the girl who had everything,
and lost it all in one sentence, dear,
one word -
You're a girl in war,
and she's on the other side of the fence,
waving at you
from over No Man's Land.
None of you chose this, Cissy,
and none of you care enough to change it.
You wish you could
reach into your hard drive,
fiddle with some wires,
create some sparks,
and maybe even manufacture a happy ending
out of - well, nothing,
but fraying wires and fairytales.
This is, dear;
there ain't no happy endings.
Machines never outlive their creators,
and do you know why?
Because robots aren't supposed to die,
and humans just love