Reality Intrudes [Closed to Hadrian, Lara Raith]

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It is not the unfairness of it all; really, Severus is used to that. It was that he thought he had time. Time enough to figure out a game plan, and perhaps, finagle some sort of relationship with the son he couldn't bring himself to tell anyone about. Now it's just as well -- he will be gone before dawn and Severus will be left with yet another '

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[raithroyalty]

Hadrian was nervous. He didn't know why he was nervous, he and his father always got along. Or as well as to be expected given who they were, but this was different. This was a man who had not known him since birth. A man that had been shocked to learn he had a son with a woman he barely knew in a world where he was no longer dead.

But he was a Snape and Snapes rarely showed their misgivings. Neither did a Raith for that matter. A weakness was an invitation to death, sometimes literally in a White Court's world. Hadrian's mask was in place, not showing any nervousness, and he knocked on the door.

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No, as a rule, Snapes do no reveal weakness of any sort. Even Severus is going into the with his defenses up. He does not quite know how to react. So he answers the door with trepidation.

"Hadrian," he greets with a thin smile. "Come in "

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Hadrian stepped inside. "Thank you." His gaze swept the room, mentally comparing it to his father's home in his world. There were differences, of course, but the spartan taste could be seen throughout. Hadrian had inherited his father's spartan tendencies. Less is more.

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"Not at all," replies Snape, though he turns to go down the hall -- drifting down, Gilmour and Waters are dueting madly, the keen of Run Like Hell's second verse keening in the background.

And if you're taking your girlfriend
Out tonight
You'd better park the car
Well out of sight.
Cause if they catch you in the back seat
Trying to pick her locks,
They're gonna send you back to mother
In a cardboard box.
You better ru--

And just like that, the turntable is relieved of it's burden, and the place falls into quiet. Snape doesn't make much noise; he's not a man with a heavy tread or thumping footsteps. But he gestures to the dining room off the side, and says, "It's small, but here it's home."

Dinner is fetched from where it's warming, a lemon-pepper chicken and rice, with some green salad. Snape enjoys few luxuries, but the village allows him to eat well, read well, and often, keep to himself he wants to. Really, the only two rooms with any opulance or decadence at all is the kitchen and the lab -- those are where he lives. The rest