Silent Hill: Carnality/ Chapter twoSilent Hill: Carnality/ Chapter two by DaughterRootless
it had been at least two hours or more now that Severus had been walking. He had started out with a white grip on his garden hoe, but, since the incident with the mailbox, nothing had happened. as he had made his way across the bridge thought that he might have seen something several feet behind him, watching his movements from the shadows, but since then he had regained confidence and speed, and was now obstinately making his way toward the circle on the map.
the school wasn't more than a few meters ahead of him now, and as it came into view he let out the air that was stinging his heaving lungs and stood there panting, hands on his knees.
Midwitch Elementary was an impassive off grey building that extended ever upward disappearing into the clouds that hung just above the trees to the left and right. he had the fleeting thought that, for whatever reason, it was watching him.
as he traipsed forward he could scantly hear the rippling of a flag, and was suddenly caught off guard by the s
Silent Hill: Carnality / Chapter OneSilent Hill: Carnality / Chapter One by DaughterRootless
the words fell from his mouth like many pebbles from an empty basket. he took a series of sharp breaths, barely aware of the blood soaking the collar of his robes. he could hear urgent yet muffled voices all around him as reality started to slip from him, leaving behind a landslide of unreasonable and fleeting thoughts. Harry's eyes ( her eyes) were the last thing he saw.
When he finally became aware of himself again he felt the damp of morning on his cheeks, and the cold ground below him. he didn't immediately move. Severus instead lay there with his eyes closed, knowing that when he opened them he would be laying there where Nagini had left him. he wasn't surprised. in fact, he preferred it this way. It wasn't in his nature to rely upon the pity of others. that part of him had died out long ago. he lay there several moments longer simply enjoying the defining silence. he had done his part, and that quiet must have meant that the war was well over now. he wa
Lily's SacrificeIn the Life of Severus Snape: Scene 8Lily's Sacrifice by starwitch12372
It’s odd really, how people can think that they really, truly know another person. Because all it takes is one moment, just one word, action, or stare, and you see a stranger before you. Lily had had enough experience with that to consider herself an expert. Honestly, she felt that the more you believed you knew a person, the less you actually did. People, after all, are not manuscripts that stand unaltered, a little lost in translation perhaps but still always the same story. Nor are they stones, being slowly weathered away or metamorphosed, things that you can watch happen and even predict. No, people were like rivers; they flowed on forever, running through motley landscapes, constantly changing. They could be cold, tepid, or warm. Sometimes they rose up in an oncoming storm, flooding their banks and swallowing everything in their wake, and sometimes they dried to a trickle, barely able to sustain themselves. There were different creatures
Worst MistakeIn the Life of Severus Snape: scene 7Worst Mistake by starwitch12372
It was the first cold evening since the start of the summer. The sky was clear, the moon was full, the wind was chilly, and autumn was definitely on it’s way. Severus Snape sat alone in the dark living room of his house on Spinner’s End. The room was small and dank, with a feeling of being seldom occupied. Every wall was covered in bookshelves crammed with myriad brown and black leather-bound books. The only light came from a few flickering candles. Candles that, peculiarly enough, were giving off a faint smell of cinnamon.
Severus had a book open on his lap, but he wasn’t taking in any of the words describing brutal and gruesome spells. It wasn’t enough to hold his attention at the moment. It was now almost a week since his last mission for the Dark Lord, and Severus hated it when he was confined to his old house. He longed for his Dark Mark to burn, to be summoned and sent off on some dangerous and life-threatening task. A
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