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teddy_radiator) wrote2013-07-09 11:43 pm
teddy_radiator) wrote2013-07-09 11:43 pm
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Sleeping Beauty
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grangersnape100 community's weekly challenge: Sleeping Beauty:
Title: Sleeping Beauty
Team: Death Eaters
Challenge: Sleeping Beauty
Length: 2 X 100
Rating: PG
A/N: The usual disclaimer applies. Not beta'd, so please don't blame Jules.
~o0o~
He should be draped with flowers. There should be Honour guards, two at his head, two at his feet.
Hermione is his only guard. Everyone else is celebrating, mourning, or running. Not even the Boy-Who-Lived is here to stand his watch over this, their greatest fallen.
Snape lies so still; some bastard has crossed his hands over his chest, like a B-movie vampire. Out of respect, Hermione gently lowers his arms; he is cool, but unresisting. She keeps hoping he’ll open those black, angry eyes and tell her to unhand him, now.
Wake up, Professor. Tell me what to do.
~o0o~
Fatigue and grief crush her like a flower between a press, squeezing her dry, preserving his image and these feelings in her heart like an eternal gift.
Death changes him. His face loses more character as the night wanes. His scowl, his frown, his puzzlement, his pain; all loosen, until his expression isn’t anymore. Hermione watches as it changes from the harsh, stern man he was to the bland, blank countenance of an angel. Who is this soft, lovely creature?
How did she ever think this man ugly?
Wake up, Severus, so I can tell you how beautiful you were.
grangersnape100 community's weekly challenge: Sleeping Beauty:Title: Sleeping Beauty
Team: Death Eaters
Challenge: Sleeping Beauty
Length: 2 X 100
Rating: PG
A/N: The usual disclaimer applies. Not beta'd, so please don't blame Jules.
~o0o~
He should be draped with flowers. There should be Honour guards, two at his head, two at his feet.
Hermione is his only guard. Everyone else is celebrating, mourning, or running. Not even the Boy-Who-Lived is here to stand his watch over this, their greatest fallen.
Snape lies so still; some bastard has crossed his hands over his chest, like a B-movie vampire. Out of respect, Hermione gently lowers his arms; he is cool, but unresisting. She keeps hoping he’ll open those black, angry eyes and tell her to unhand him, now.
Wake up, Professor. Tell me what to do.
~o0o~
Fatigue and grief crush her like a flower between a press, squeezing her dry, preserving his image and these feelings in her heart like an eternal gift.
Death changes him. His face loses more character as the night wanes. His scowl, his frown, his puzzlement, his pain; all loosen, until his expression isn’t anymore. Hermione watches as it changes from the harsh, stern man he was to the bland, blank countenance of an angel. Who is this soft, lovely creature?
How did she ever think this man ugly?
Wake up, Severus, so I can tell you how beautiful you were.
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Regret for what might have been is always the saddest thing. Oh, great... what I'm saving on eye drops, I now have to spend on tissues.....
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