A little weirdness to end my day with.
Title: Fall
Artist: soberloki
Players: Snape/Potter/UFC
Rating: G
Word Count: 100 (W00t! An actual drabble!)
Warnings/Kinks: Extreme vagueness.
Notes: Don't even ask. I have no idea. Blame iTunes and the cream of mushroom soup. (Oh, but this is Marauders-era, Severus and James are seventeen.)
Fall.
Severus Snape ran. If she dies. If she dies we go with her. He pounded the wet earth with his feet and thought of punishment, redemption, souls and their vessels.
Behind him, James Potter ran too. "We don't have time!"
Shut up. Shut up. Don't say it. Magic is intent. "We do."
Her weight in his arms was the only constant. We do.
“What are you going to do, Snivellus? We’re thirty miles from anywhere, and-“
She touched Severus' chest. He looked down, hoping her eyes would be open. Her hand fell away, and Severus fell away with her.
Artist: soberloki
Players: Snape/Potter/UFC
Rating: G
Word Count: 100 (W00t! An actual drabble!)
Warnings/Kinks: Extreme vagueness.
Notes: Don't even ask. I have no idea. Blame iTunes and the cream of mushroom soup. (Oh, but this is Marauders-era, Severus and James are seventeen.)
Fall.
Severus Snape ran. If she dies. If she dies we go with her. He pounded the wet earth with his feet and thought of punishment, redemption, souls and their vessels.
Behind him, James Potter ran too. "We don't have time!"
Shut up. Shut up. Don't say it. Magic is intent. "We do."
Her weight in his arms was the only constant. We do.
“What are you going to do, Snivellus? We’re thirty miles from anywhere, and-“
She touched Severus' chest. He looked down, hoping her eyes would be open. Her hand fell away, and Severus fell away with her.