Popping In For Birthday Wishes
Never here, I know. But, I couldn't let this day pass without wishing lifeasanamazon a fabulous birthday. I love you darling (even though I am very bad at keeping in touch) and I miss you.
And for your gift, not much I know, but sent with love:
Black lashes flutter a few times before his eyes open. He tilts his head to the side, stretching his neck slightly, and taking in his surroundings. A growl escapes and his arms are already crossing in front of his chest as he turns to face the woman by his side. His eyes roll of their own volition, before he arches an eyebrow. The expectation of an answer to an unasked question written clearly on his face. But she is as stubborn as he is, and so he waits several minutes before finally giving in and giving voice to his need to understand.
“Was this really necessary?”
His voice is smoother than it should be, under the circumstances. But he’s silently proud of the edge it retains. And he pretends to ignore the radiant smile he receives in return. He will never confess to the warmth he feels under that smile.
“Of course it was.”
He turns his head to avoid the shimmering of tears in Minerva’s eyes. They’ll talk about this, eventually. Gryffindors and their feelings, he almost snorts to himself. But for now it’s enough that she’s here and not fussing and fawning. And at least that thrice damned boy is nowhere to be seen.
She clears her throat and nods to her left, her intention to leave him some privacy for this particular reunion clear. And she moves away and out of the room. So, Severus turns around, feeling the freedom of movement for the first time in a very long time and takes his first step out of his own portrait. Albus is already reching in his robes, no doubt for some blasted sweets, as Severus moves firmly into his frame. Maybe, he thinks, he’ll accept the sherbert lemon for once, just to surprise the old man.
Hope you have a wonderful day, my love! Mwuh!
And for your gift, not much I know, but sent with love:
Black lashes flutter a few times before his eyes open. He tilts his head to the side, stretching his neck slightly, and taking in his surroundings. A growl escapes and his arms are already crossing in front of his chest as he turns to face the woman by his side. His eyes roll of their own volition, before he arches an eyebrow. The expectation of an answer to an unasked question written clearly on his face. But she is as stubborn as he is, and so he waits several minutes before finally giving in and giving voice to his need to understand.
“Was this really necessary?”
His voice is smoother than it should be, under the circumstances. But he’s silently proud of the edge it retains. And he pretends to ignore the radiant smile he receives in return. He will never confess to the warmth he feels under that smile.
“Of course it was.”
He turns his head to avoid the shimmering of tears in Minerva’s eyes. They’ll talk about this, eventually. Gryffindors and their feelings, he almost snorts to himself. But for now it’s enough that she’s here and not fussing and fawning. And at least that thrice damned boy is nowhere to be seen.
She clears her throat and nods to her left, her intention to leave him some privacy for this particular reunion clear. And she moves away and out of the room. So, Severus turns around, feeling the freedom of movement for the first time in a very long time and takes his first step out of his own portrait. Albus is already reching in his robes, no doubt for some blasted sweets, as Severus moves firmly into his frame. Maybe, he thinks, he’ll accept the sherbert lemon for once, just to surprise the old man.
Hope you have a wonderful day, my love! Mwuh!