Bi-weekly challenge Song lyrics
Who? Sebastian Savage and Severus Snape
What? Coma dream
Why? Cause he has to dream of something.
His entire body aches as he slowly untangles himself from the crash. The car is totaled. Absolutely totaled. It's the black jaguar. He helped put it together.
With his dad? That doesn't seem right. It was for his dad wasn't it?
Memories colliding in his subconscious. Reality and dreams twisting together to form some new kind of reality. Slowly he pulls himself out of the car and lands on the grass. He's outside of Spinner's End. The tree is still standing despite the impact of the car that collided with it.
The car.
Sweet Merlin, the car. His dad is going to kill him. Hands shaking he looks at it like a giant viper that is going to strike him at any moment.
"SEBASTIAN, WHAT IN SALAZAR'S NAME..."
He cringes. Absolutely cringes just like any fifteen year old boy does when he's done the unforgivable. It's not the father he grew up with in his real adolescence that swoops down on him and grabs him by the front of his shirt. It's Severus.
"It was an accident."
"Are you hurt?" He demands, not quite seeming to register what has truly been hurt is the car. That perfect black jaguar. It represents something important. Bastian can't remember what it is.
Yes, he thinks, yes it hurts all over. Let go of me. Don't touch my chest. Everything hurts, Dad.
"I didn't mean to let you down."
"Of all of the stupid, foolish, arrogant things you..." and he stops. Words cut off so suddenly as dark eyes, the eyes Bastian got from his father, fall on to the car. The grip on his shirt is tighter. It's like nails digging into his flesh.
It hurts. Don't touch my chest.
He was standing and suddenly he's pinned against a tree. Those dark eyes look furious. His father has never appeared so damn frightening before. For all the false bravado a teenage boy has, it fades quickly, and he's shaking. Not from pain, but from fear.
"One request I made of you. One demand."
Don't touch the car. Never the car.
He opens his mouth to speak, but the pain in his chest seems overwhelming suddenly. He looks up at him, chin tilted defiantly, eyes refusing to look away, mirror image of his father, yet so very different.
Yet so alike.
"Push me on the swings, Dad," He says in a soft tone. Scene has changed. The car is gone. The tree is now in the park. He's eight and tugging on his dad's hand. "Push me on the swings." And Severus does. He pushes him so very high.
"Fly, my little bird."
And he does. So high that he doesn't plan to ever come down again.
What? Coma dream
Why? Cause he has to dream of something.
His entire body aches as he slowly untangles himself from the crash. The car is totaled. Absolutely totaled. It's the black jaguar. He helped put it together.
With his dad? That doesn't seem right. It was for his dad wasn't it?
Memories colliding in his subconscious. Reality and dreams twisting together to form some new kind of reality. Slowly he pulls himself out of the car and lands on the grass. He's outside of Spinner's End. The tree is still standing despite the impact of the car that collided with it.
The car.
Sweet Merlin, the car. His dad is going to kill him. Hands shaking he looks at it like a giant viper that is going to strike him at any moment.
"SEBASTIAN, WHAT IN SALAZAR'S NAME..."
He cringes. Absolutely cringes just like any fifteen year old boy does when he's done the unforgivable. It's not the father he grew up with in his real adolescence that swoops down on him and grabs him by the front of his shirt. It's Severus.
"It was an accident."
"Are you hurt?" He demands, not quite seeming to register what has truly been hurt is the car. That perfect black jaguar. It represents something important. Bastian can't remember what it is.
Yes, he thinks, yes it hurts all over. Let go of me. Don't touch my chest. Everything hurts, Dad.
"I didn't mean to let you down."
"Of all of the stupid, foolish, arrogant things you..." and he stops. Words cut off so suddenly as dark eyes, the eyes Bastian got from his father, fall on to the car. The grip on his shirt is tighter. It's like nails digging into his flesh.
It hurts. Don't touch my chest.
He was standing and suddenly he's pinned against a tree. Those dark eyes look furious. His father has never appeared so damn frightening before. For all the false bravado a teenage boy has, it fades quickly, and he's shaking. Not from pain, but from fear.
"One request I made of you. One demand."
Don't touch the car. Never the car.
He opens his mouth to speak, but the pain in his chest seems overwhelming suddenly. He looks up at him, chin tilted defiantly, eyes refusing to look away, mirror image of his father, yet so very different.
Yet so alike.
"Push me on the swings, Dad," He says in a soft tone. Scene has changed. The car is gone. The tree is now in the park. He's eight and tugging on his dad's hand. "Push me on the swings." And Severus does. He pushes him so very high.
"Fly, my little bird."
And he does. So high that he doesn't plan to ever come down again.