Who: Severus Snape and Lily Evans
What: Severus is busy destroying pretty much everything he owns. Lily comes by to make sure he's not dead or something.
When:
The morning after this threadWhere: Snape's place
Warnings: I'm throwing 'NC-17' on this puppy for smut reasons
Status: In Progress
Notes: This is a 'What if?' scenario. This is, in no way, part of the canon at
rubycity_rp. This is for Fae and me because we'd like to have a little fun without messing up everything at RC. However, the events up until this point in RC apply. This is merely what would happen if Lily made some different choices.
The post this is diverting off from "Oh. Good, good. Right." And before he could feel any more embarrassed Severus headed for the bathroom annnnnd the mess he had made in there as well. Dammit. Thankfully, as he was more or less in his correct state of mind he was able to mutter a few spells under his breath and the pieces of the mirror floated up and returned to the frame, repaired.
Before long he's in the shower, reveling in how good the warm water felt on his body. It was hard to believe only a little while before he had been lying on his bed helplessly and considering just remaining like that indefinitely. His legs were beaten up but they had been spared to some extent the worst. When he finally felt like all the blood, dirt, and sweat was off his body - that he was clean again - he turned off the water and stepped out, grabbing his towel. Now - for something that had the potential to really hurt.
After drying himself off he took a seat on the lid of his toilet and started to put the salve on his legs. It smarted a little in spots but overall it wasn't bad compared to what he had endured earlier. Then - he reached his groin and pain didn't even come close to describing what he felt. Sure he understood James being pissed but that had been a low blow - literally. It hadn't been necessary by a long shot.
Eyes watering as he applied the salve, Severus had to fight to keep his brain from coming up with ways to exact revenge on James for this particular injury. Slowly, though, the pain ebbed away and he felt a little less like murdering the other man.
At last, clean and on the mend, Severus pulled on the clean clothes he had brought with him. They were Muggle clothes - the t-shirt from earlier - plain white - and a pair of normal, dark brown colored trousers. He wasn't a fan of Muggle fashion - reminded him too much of his childhood - but he would have to endure it while he washed his regular clothing. Oddly enough he looked better dressed as he was - he looked like a man pushing 40 instead of a man pushing 60 as he had before.
He wandered back out into the living room, not surprised to find Lily tidying it up, carrying his dirty clothing. He needed to find his wand so he could work on cleaning them - in the chaos of last night it had been misplaced in the flat. He knew he had brought it home but he couldn't remember where it had gone after that.