darkreflections

I am in love with this fic: Rapture and I just can't stop reading it over and over and over and over.

It's the closest thing to perfect Snape I have ever read (hmmm.... auctasinistra still reigns supreme though but Snape in this story is so emotionally RAW, the writing so sharp it cuts through to the bone) that I want to fall at the feet of the author and kiss the ground she walks on.

Kudos, mia_ugly.

There is a sequel to discover as well which sent shivers down my bits.

I find myself here once again. The OTP has me, but darkly this time. This drabble came from nowhere but speaks of impossibility and a yawning, aching chasm of darkness. Maybe it is the start of new writing. Maybe I am up my own pompous ass. Who can say?





“Severus.”

A thin, strained word, so softly spoken that despite tilting my head just slightly in his direction, I only barely hear it. Breathed, not spoken, uttered from a throat tight with unshed tears, it drifts in the air for a moment before melding with the empty hissing of the windblown grass.

A soft footfall, and suddenly he is standing behind me, so close that I can feel his aura, gentle against my back like breath on naked skin; familiar as a lover. He does not touch me but I know he is willing me to turn around and face him. I resist, turning my head only enough to acknowledge his proximity at my shoulder. Stupidity is mine. I should have left immediately. He grasps the moment, drawing in a sharp, urgent breath.

“Severus, please. Let me explain.”

A flicker of white at vision’s edge. A pleading hand.

“Don’t touch me,” I rasp, my own hands curling to fists beneath the folds of my robes.

He doesn’t but neither does he go; merely shuffles a little closer, the zipper on his Muggle jacket tinkling as it brushes my robes . If I let my gaze shift, I know I will see the achingly familiar scuffed right toe of his trainers just behind me. So I close my eyes.

“Look at me. Please. Severus.”

“No.” I pause, open my eyes and look up to the horizon. The grey dawn sky looks as bleak as I feel.

I think I hear him call my name again as I disapparate.

is this journal going to eat my life like it did on lj the last time?