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[lupine-trees]

e·ther

/ˈēTHər/ noun

the clear sky; the upper regions of air beyond the clouds

late Middle English: from Old French, or via Latin from Greek aithēr ‘upper air’, from the base of aithein ‘burn, shine’.

[an airy, august not-so-micro fic, inspired by @drarrymicrofic nonetheless. for the prompt “ethereal.”~]

word count: 988

After the end, they all believe Harry comes back tired. Exhausted, war-struck, sleepless and dazed.

Everyone but Draco. Who watches and catches the glistening edges of him, who notices that his eyes aren’t empty, not hollow, just away.

He finds him at the quidditch pitch, that ramshackle final school year, day after day after day after day. He’s difficult to find there on account of how difficult he is to spot; that is, he is a spot, a near-indiscernible speck, a dust mote, broomstick wayward, skyward, cloud-bound, high.

For weeks, Draco peeks from beneath the bleachers, catching glimpses against the grey Scottish sky. Then for months, he clambers up them and reads, novels (Dickens, Austen, Woolf— yes, he quite likes Woolf), keeping Harry carefully in his periphery.

It happens every day, weather conditions be damned. Draco never catches him on the ascent, never sees him mount his broom, and wonders how long he’s flying (how long he can fly, and how high, and why, and— tangentially— how he is passing any of his classes). Harry sees him there, or knows, he must know, but he never says— never stops, never asks, never breathes a word to Draco.

The year rolls over and away, and they graduate. (Draco assumes Harry graduates— he isn’t at the ceremony, but they call his name, because of course.)

Draco goes to Wiltshire, the Manor, home, as it were. He spends long, muggy days in the gardens, wandering the footpaths and the outer meadows, circling the fountains and the pond, weaving through the orchard (a relief— birdsong, and the low hum of bees, something other than the echoing silence).

He reads and reads and delays the inevitable (work— some menial Ministry job, likely, once he acquiesces to applying— overworked & unsalaried & embarrassingly, he will love it anyway, but for now, a summer: slow, waiting).

It’s the first of August when he appears, broomstick in hand, standing stiff on the Manor steps. He doesn’t look tired now, just itchy, achy, combustible. He fiddles with the zipper of his windbreaker as Draco opens the door.

“Happy birthday,” Draco says, because it was, or, well, because he hopes it was, anyway.

“Do you want to go flying?” Harry answers.

“Oh,” Draco says, stilted, his arms crossed carefully over his middle. “I haven’t been. Not since—” He gestures vaguely at Harry.

Harry stops fidgeting. “Okay,” he says, “Alright,” and turns to go.

“I can watch! If you— if you want to fly. Here. It’s good for it. Or anyway, it used to be. So.”

Harry looks at him, those eyes an inquisition, an invasion, and Draco feels the warmth under his collar licking up towards his ears.

Harry nods, and turns, and for the first time, Draco sees him lift off. A careless leg thrown swift across the broomstick, an intuitive tilt that lifts him, zipping away before his tatty canvas sneaker ever even touches the ground. Something in Draco’s chest catches at the sight (never mind he’s seen it a hundred times over, and even this before, technically, Harry in red, himself in green, slinging upwards with the goal of winning, of being better— but that wasn’t this).

Harry flies like a creature born with wings. Like something made for it.

So, he flies. And Draco reads (The Metamorphosis, Kafka, devastating & remarkable). Day in, and out, and August slips away.

Harry flies like he’s trying to get somewhere. High above the Manor, above ancient treetops, sometimes above the clouds. There are days he breaks across the sky, like lightning. There are days he carves lazy circles through the atmosphere. And there are days he just… sits there. Floating. Suspended.

Draco takes to bringing along fruit. Apples, peaches, plums, which they eat, when Harry lands, sticky-fingered and dusky and quiet (What are you doing now school’s done? Have you been back to Diagon? Are you staying at Grimmauld? Are you staying here? How are your friends? How is your mother? Don’t you get tired of flying? Don’t you get tired of not?).

On the last day of August, Harry tries again.

“Do you want to come with me?”

Draco swallows. And breathes.

“I—” He breathes and breathes and breathes.

Harry nods, extends a hand. “Come with me.”

“Okay,” Draco says.

Harry throws his leg over the broom and holds it steady as Draco clambers on behind him.

“Hold on,” Harry murmurs, and Draco places tentative hands at his sides, the warm skin underneath sticking to the threadbare T-shirt. Harry takes his hands, pulls Draco forward, in, wrapping his arms firmly around his middle.

“Hold on,” he repeats, something light in his tone.

And then: flight, fast. Their feet leave the ground, and Draco can’t help but hold him then, his face tucked into his shoulder, eyes nearly shut against the onslaught of air, sharp and crisp against his face, cool against the summer heat of his skin.

They lift and lift and lift, and Draco isn’t very sure he’s breathing at all, the world falling away beneath them. And then it happens: something in the air shifts, clears, lifts, shimmers. The sky, too bright to be blue, too air to be sky, opens around them. It’s impossible not to breathe, to drink it in. They stop. Draco gasps at the sudden stillness, swallows in mouthfuls of, of—

“It’s—” he says, blinking, hands at Harry’s stomach. He leans back, looks around: there’s nothing here, but it’s a good nothing, a full nothing. Sky and sky and sky. It shines. It burns. He laughs, tension uncoiling in his chest, then breathes out, settling against the solid plane of Harry’s back. “It’s really something,” he whispers.

“Yeah,” Harry agrees. It’s really something.

When they land, the world isn’t different, except in the small ways that it is. September lays before them, not summer, but something, and there is time, still and plenty, for fruit and reading and flying.

[occultamusica]

Oren Ambarchi; Stefano Pilia; Massimo Pupillo - Burn (in Aithein, 2016)

[seresmitologicos12]

Etiopía

El significado del color verde bandera etíope significa,fertilidad el amarillo libertad religiosa el rojo representa los que sacrificaron su vida por la integridad ,finalmente la estrella dorada es la igualdad de ambos géneros y la igualdad de religiones.

El nombre etíope (persona procedente de Etiopía) viene del griego ἰθίοψ (Aethiops = cara quemada)compuesto con el verbo αἴθειν (aithein = quemar) se relaciona con una raíz indoeuropea aidh (quemar)

La imagen es del desierto Danakil ubicado en este país.

curiosidad: en Etiopía se encuentra el fósil mas antiguo humano,con una antigüedad de 2,35 millones de años.

[schdnfrud]

❝ daddy said i don't have to eat prunes. they are for old people. ❞

            ‘  zat’s  a  shame  i  am  not  your  daddy.  you  have  to  eat  your  prunes  ,  zey  are  good  for  you  ,  samantha.  growing  girls  need  all  the  vitamins  zey  can  get.  ‘      richtofen  takes  a  seat  next  to  petite  girl  at  the  table  ,  glancing  at  the  prunes  and  other  sorts  of  fruits  on  her  plate.  he  takes  a  fork  and  pierces  it  through  a  prune  before  waving  it  in  front  of  her.             ‘  i  vill  feed  it  you  myself  if  you  do  not.  you  are  not  leaving  zis  room  ‘til  most  of  zem  are  gone.  ‘

[carvedbones]

x + @aitheins.

little children and unresolved trauma, the two appeared to meet more often than not if their protection hadn’t been secured at all times.  adults had no empathy for the whimsical problems of children,  their whining annoying,  their suffering but a detail   ----   the outsider had been at the receiving end of this frustrating, traumatic dance, and he swore to never let another experience what he had long ago. 

hearing the almost screaming anger of this little girl had him concerned, even if the neutral expression on his exhausted visage didn’t give that away. children did not need someone to be angry in their faces.  they needed to receive the justice they deserved. 

therefor, his voice did not waver.

❝  there is no need for you to answer if you do not wish, but in order to be a fair, i need to know: what did he do?  ❞ 

[acemenagerie-a]

Dream for Lillie: You're in a library researching Nihilego, and you read a book that says children go missing around the same time Nihilego appear. The dream shifts, and you're living with your mother. It's a sort of time lapse, with cruel or aloof actions you remember and your skin turning translucent, your hair melding into feelers, stars appearing on your skin...

Nightmares || ACCEPTING

Lillie’s eyes shoot open and, for a terrifying moment, she can’t move. And even when she’s certain that she could move if she wanted to, she can’t bring herself to. Deep down, she doesn’t want to make noise, doesn’t want to disturb anyone. Tears sting her eyes and she swallows them as best as she can; the nightmare brought memories of her mother scolding her for crying up to the forefront of her thoughts.

( You look so ugly when you cry and it will age you terribly. )

When she finally moves, it is only to bring her hands into view and rub them, confirming that there’s still bone there and they’re not soft tentacles or feelers.

[elimartins]

Gamunds meinaizos aitheins

Himma daga sahv meinana attan sitans faura fairrasiunai jah thahta:

Hvan gaman meina aithei thau ufarmunoda ija du aiwa unte is ni galaubeith in Guda thau in libainai afar dauthu jah ufkuntha leitil gaurs

[ashlyninstereo]

Happy New Year from TeeVex + Friends

Hi,

It’s 2019 for me now, so I’d like to wish a happy new year to everyone.

I have some new releases and things planned for 2019, and I’d like to share them here.

- aithein’s new album ‘Tales’ is available from today, Jan 1st!

- I’m releasing a new EP on the 28th of this month which will include demos and b-sides from my album ‘Neptune’!

- I’m working on a new Lost Tapes Volume and new “dark aithein” EP for my aithein project.

- I have some other music from Neptune and Leftovers Era that I haven’t used that might end up getting released too, who knows!

And other things that aren’t related that I’m excited for in 2019:

- ‘SebastiAn’ may return with new original music this year!

- As will ‘Daft Punk’, which has been rumoured too!

- ‘Justice’ have also been rumoured to premiere a new song in April!

- ‘Quentin Dupieux’ will be releasing a new movie this year, and his music-making alter-ego ‘Mr. Oizo’ will release a new album too.

- ‘Chase Atlantic’s new EP ‘Don’t Try This’ releases later this month!

Happy New Year guys!

- from TEEVEX / aithein / friends

[occultamusica]

Oren Ambarchi; Stefano Pilia; Massimo Pupillo - Shine (in Aithein, 2016)

[aitheinarchives]

‘THE CALTAN ENCYCLOPEDIA OF MEDICINAL DRUGS AND THEIR EFFECTS’ by Larelius Crudanil, 400:Crown.

Sit and read?

[schdnfrud]

this is the voice of your CONSCIENCE........... i bet you'd forgotten what that sounded like!!! YOU ARE A HORRIBLE PERSON. und i am here to remind you of that! i bet it gets SOOOOO lonely in that head of yours! or is it LOUD, full of the SCREAMING of all the people you have hurt, or will hurt?? I HOPE IT'S LOUD. i hope you're SUFFERING because of it like i am suffering HERE IN AGARTHA BECAUSE YOU REFUSE TO HELP A LITTLE GIRL!

                      ‘  all  i  hear  is  the  UNBEARABLE  mad  man  talk  of  an  ROTTEN  little  kid  who  von’t  leave  me  ALONE.  maybe  i  vould  consider  helping  you  if  you  veren’t  so  insufferable  to  talk  to  all  zee  TIME  !!!    ‘

[carvedbones]

I LIKE YOUR EYES, MISTER!! they don't glow like mine do but they're still pretty cool!!!!!

typical courtesy was suspended for these.. ‘compliments’ the second a child was the one uttering them,  unaware of the implications behind them more often than not;   and although the outsider’s wrath could be cruel, a child’s intent never as malicious as an adult’s.  the bitter anger, suppressed for years, would never fall upon the shoulders of anyone oblivious to his history.

❝  — and i like yours, as well. hopefully no one hurt you to acquire such a result.  ❞

[acemenagerie-a]

⚠️ to lillie from nanu!

Call Me, Beep Me || ACCEPTING⚠️ a text meant for someone else

[ ✉ ➡ Kahuna Nanu 😾 ] yeah leader janine was super tough but flutter and zap really pulled through!!!

[ ✉ ➡ Kahuna Nanu 😾 ] Oh sorry, Kahuna Nanu, I didn’t mean to text you; I selected the wrong contact. I hope I didn’t bother you or interrupt anything.

[aitheinhealingme]

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[oposszum]

amphetamine - alphamethyl-phenethylamine - (aleph “ox”) + methy ("wine") + hylē ("wood”) + phainein ("bring to light, cause to appear, show") + aithein ("to burn, shine") + amun (“hidden”)

běnbǐng'àn 苯 (”benzene, luxuriant”) 丙 (”third heavenly stem, bright, fire, fishtail”) 胺 (”amine”)