Now that the reveals are over, I can post my fic, Alone and Palely Loitering, from this year’s Dysfuncentine Fest on LiveJournal.
It was written to the prompt: “La mort c’est seulement la mort, mais l’amour, c’est l’amour” (Magnetic Fields – Underwear). I admit, I’d never heard of the band before (but have since enjoyed it), the quotation was so delicious that I couldn’t resist.
Title: Alone and Palely Loitering
Characters: Nicolas Flamel/Perenelle Flamel, Nicolas Flamel/Albus Dumbledore
Summary: Immortality seemed like a good idea at the time, but Nicolas discovers that it’s not without its disadvantages.
Thoughts of murder cropped up a few times over the next centuries—of course they did! What husband did not occasionally dream of ridding himself of his wife? Especially one who snored and never once in three hundred years missed an occasion to mention the fact that he’d been unable to perform on their wedding night.
When they moved back to Paris in 1649—London had become altogether too depressing to tolerate, what with the theatres closed—he became terribly taken with an actress of Molière’s.
Her voice was so much more melodious and her bosom so much whiter than Perenelle’s, and she never snorted when she laughed or yawned when he was speaking about something important.
She was perfection.