Erised - prompt 24: image
Title: Erised
Author: Threesidedorchid (synn)
Rating: pg-13
Word count: 100
Disclaimer: Don't own them, just playing, have no money.
Warnings: Harry might be under 16 in the artwork, not sure.
Challenge: #24 - image
Image: By
Yukipon, Many many thanks to Yukipon for uploading it here: http://xbssm.popullus.net/z/3x17.jpg. so that there would be a direct link available.
Author's Notes: This is probably my favorite Snarry artwork, and often ends up as my wallpaper b/c I really can just sit and stare at it for long periods of time. It makes my heart ache.
He felt when Snape would pull away.
The hand that had touched down so tentatively against him tightened, fingers curling.
“No.”
Harry isn’t sure what it means when a word sounds so crushed, what it means when a word aches.
“Please,” He answers, because it doesn’t make sense, but he thinks, maybe, if he can reach past Snape’s furrowed brow, past the eyes closed against him --
He lifts his hand and brushes his fingers hesitantly against Snape’s, anxious of the sharp exhalation and tightened brow the caress causes.
“Please,” he says again, afraid to touch, afraid not to touch.
Author: Threesidedorchid (synn)
Rating: pg-13
Word count: 100
Disclaimer: Don't own them, just playing, have no money.
Warnings: Harry might be under 16 in the artwork, not sure.
Challenge: #24 - image
Image: By
Yukipon, Many many thanks to Yukipon for uploading it here: http://xbssm.popullus.net/z/3x17.jpg. so that there would be a direct link available.
Author's Notes: This is probably my favorite Snarry artwork, and often ends up as my wallpaper b/c I really can just sit and stare at it for long periods of time. It makes my heart ache.
He felt when Snape would pull away.
The hand that had touched down so tentatively against him tightened, fingers curling.
“No.”
Harry isn’t sure what it means when a word sounds so crushed, what it means when a word aches.
“Please,” He answers, because it doesn’t make sense, but he thinks, maybe, if he can reach past Snape’s furrowed brow, past the eyes closed against him --
He lifts his hand and brushes his fingers hesitantly against Snape’s, anxious of the sharp exhalation and tightened brow the caress causes.
“Please,” he says again, afraid to touch, afraid not to touch.