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Nov. 8th, 2003 11:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nnyAnother one. *g*
What can I say? I'm avoiding the strange dreams I've had lately. And avoiding doing anything productive, naturally.
This one's Snape/Black.
Word is Apology.
His intention had been to apologise. That was how it always started, wasn’t it? Well meaning until he got within range, until it was so much easier to let out the barbs than to swallow his pride and eat humble pie. It always stuck in his throat.
His cousin had told him not to let the sun go down on his anger. Long time ago, that was, when she was still sweet and innocent and didn’t have pink hair. Don’t go to bed angry, Sirius.
What did she know? Going to bed angry made it so much better.
He bit down, hard, on a pale, narrow shoulder. Left half-moons of blood welling in the wake of his mouth. Marking, bruising, claiming. Scratched pale sides that had never seen the sun, hidden beneath dark robes until here, until this place [except he’s done this before, hasn’t he? And not with you. He’s spread himself for others before you came along, and don’t fool yourself that you’ll be the last…]
Their names sound so much better when hissed in anger.
He pretends that he doesn’t need this. Pretends that this is just convenience, because who else ever comes to the house? [Remus would be there for you, and you know it.] Pretends that he doesn’t care, doesn’t want, doesn’t need.
But that doesn’t explain the bite marks that claim him.
Doesn’t explain the soft, apologetic kisses left in their wake, before he sleeps.
What can I say? I'm avoiding the strange dreams I've had lately. And avoiding doing anything productive, naturally.
This one's Snape/Black.
Word is Apology.
His intention had been to apologise. That was how it always started, wasn’t it? Well meaning until he got within range, until it was so much easier to let out the barbs than to swallow his pride and eat humble pie. It always stuck in his throat.
His cousin had told him not to let the sun go down on his anger. Long time ago, that was, when she was still sweet and innocent and didn’t have pink hair. Don’t go to bed angry, Sirius.
What did she know? Going to bed angry made it so much better.
He bit down, hard, on a pale, narrow shoulder. Left half-moons of blood welling in the wake of his mouth. Marking, bruising, claiming. Scratched pale sides that had never seen the sun, hidden beneath dark robes until here, until this place [except he’s done this before, hasn’t he? And not with you. He’s spread himself for others before you came along, and don’t fool yourself that you’ll be the last…]
Their names sound so much better when hissed in anger.
He pretends that he doesn’t need this. Pretends that this is just convenience, because who else ever comes to the house? [Remus would be there for you, and you know it.] Pretends that he doesn’t care, doesn’t want, doesn’t need.
But that doesn’t explain the bite marks that claim him.
Doesn’t explain the soft, apologetic kisses left in their wake, before he sleeps.
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Date: 2003-11-08 02:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-08 10:39 pm (UTC):)
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Date: 2003-11-08 04:57 pm (UTC)Their names sound so much better when hissed in anger.
Heh. There you have essential Snape/Black. :)
He pretends that he doesn’t need this. Pretends that this is just convenience, because who else ever comes to the house? [Remus would be there for you, and you know it.] Pretends that he doesn’t care, doesn’t want, doesn’t need.
I like this bit about not choosing Remus, also the implication that Snape is far from, ah, monogamous. Like the roughness of the sex, and the contrast of the last line. Mmm, a little Snape/Black in my morning. Thanks!
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Date: 2003-11-08 10:40 pm (UTC)I love the icon, by the way.
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Date: 2003-11-08 06:29 pm (UTC)And apologetic kisses, too.
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Date: 2003-11-08 10:41 pm (UTC)And Yay! I prompted use of the gorgeous icon!