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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 thread
Where: Snape's place
Warnings: For violence and angst? Yeah, we're putting this at PG-13
Status: COMPLETE
Note: Because I'm a dork this is essentially what Lily finds when she arrives (minus rose of course).
When Severus had arrived home he was surprised to have even made it. If Lily hadn't intervened he would be in far worse shape. Completely broken he had done nothing more than walk down the hallway to his bed and go to sleep. When he awoke in the morning he wondered briefly if he had dreamed all of it. The throbbing of his head from a wrenched hangover and every part of his body screaming in pain told him it had been very real.
He crawled out of bed and managed to make it into the bathroom. One look in the mirror brought back memories from the night before - there was dried blood all over him in addition to bruises and he was fairly sure several of his ribs were cracked and his nose broken. His fingers curled around the edges of the sink as he relived how he had acted in stark detail. How could he have been so stupid? Why had he done what he had? Not only had he been soundly beaten by James in front of Lily but now Lily knew - if she remembered - everything about him including the baser desires he had worked so hard to keep hidden. It hadn't been appropriate by a long shot - he could have at least had the decency not to do what he had in James's own place - and he had richly deserved the beating he had taken.
His gaze lifted from the sink and stared at his reflection. In one fluid movement he brought up his fist and smashed it against the mirror. He really did hate himself - no matter how he tried he was still weak and pathetic. While he knew it would do nothing but prove his beliefs to be correct, Severus left the bathroom and limped into the main room, fury in his eyes. He might have had a broken body but the pain did allow him to concentrate on his spell work.
Before long there was glass shattered everywhere, potions all over the floor, broken furniture, burned books - the works. By the time his rage had ebbed even slightly the place was in ruin. He didn't care anymore. He really didn't care. The broken beams he had once so carefully put to the side were thrown around like matchsticks, taking out what was left of the breakables as Severus stalked back down the hallway to his bedroom, slamming the door for no reason other than it was another means to sate his self-hate.
He rather wished James had killed him the previous night. It would have saved him the torment and humiliation of remembering his own actions and behavior, reeling each time another memory returned. Also? Every part of his body hurt - every part. As he lay back on his bed and stared at the ceiling, Severus willed it to just crash down on him and put him out of his misery.
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 thread
Where: Snape's place
Warnings: For violence and angst? Yeah, we're putting this at PG-13
Status: COMPLETE
Note: Because I'm a dork this is essentially what Lily finds when she arrives (minus rose of course).
When Severus had arrived home he was surprised to have even made it. If Lily hadn't intervened he would be in far worse shape. Completely broken he had done nothing more than walk down the hallway to his bed and go to sleep. When he awoke in the morning he wondered briefly if he had dreamed all of it. The throbbing of his head from a wrenched hangover and every part of his body screaming in pain told him it had been very real.
He crawled out of bed and managed to make it into the bathroom. One look in the mirror brought back memories from the night before - there was dried blood all over him in addition to bruises and he was fairly sure several of his ribs were cracked and his nose broken. His fingers curled around the edges of the sink as he relived how he had acted in stark detail. How could he have been so stupid? Why had he done what he had? Not only had he been soundly beaten by James in front of Lily but now Lily knew - if she remembered - everything about him including the baser desires he had worked so hard to keep hidden. It hadn't been appropriate by a long shot - he could have at least had the decency not to do what he had in James's own place - and he had richly deserved the beating he had taken.
His gaze lifted from the sink and stared at his reflection. In one fluid movement he brought up his fist and smashed it against the mirror. He really did hate himself - no matter how he tried he was still weak and pathetic. While he knew it would do nothing but prove his beliefs to be correct, Severus left the bathroom and limped into the main room, fury in his eyes. He might have had a broken body but the pain did allow him to concentrate on his spell work.
Before long there was glass shattered everywhere, potions all over the floor, broken furniture, burned books - the works. By the time his rage had ebbed even slightly the place was in ruin. He didn't care anymore. He really didn't care. The broken beams he had once so carefully put to the side were thrown around like matchsticks, taking out what was left of the breakables as Severus stalked back down the hallway to his bedroom, slamming the door for no reason other than it was another means to sate his self-hate.
He rather wished James had killed him the previous night. It would have saved him the torment and humiliation of remembering his own actions and behavior, reeling each time another memory returned. Also? Every part of his body hurt - every part. As he lay back on his bed and stared at the ceiling, Severus willed it to just crash down on him and put him out of his misery.