Drabble: Eileen Snape; "The Lost Boy"
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toblass, with love. It's a 200-word drabble series.
The stone is black marble, with only two words written upon it. No beginning and end dates, no fancy carvings, no words of praise or explanation.
She looks down at it solemnly, and thinks, I should have been here first. You are not supposed to outlive your children.
She kneels, and brushes the snow from the marble. It is cool, and unyielding; words that have been used to describe her son. No one but her will ever remember the black-haired boy that felt so warm and sweet against her breast.
The red roses look like blood against Severus’ snow-capped monument.
He was soft, that boy, and she should have protected him with her magic, instead of hiding it away to please an unpleasable man. She should have gone cap in hand to her Prince relatives, instead of hiding away in prideful poverty. She should have encouraged her only son, she should have made him proud of himself, instead of turning him hard with her stubborn martyrdom.
Sweet he was, she thinks, and soft-hearted and loving, until she taught him that love was nothing but a landslide of false hopes and poverty.
She walks away, and weeps for her lost boy.
toblass, with love. It's a 200-word drabble series.The stone is black marble, with only two words written upon it. No beginning and end dates, no fancy carvings, no words of praise or explanation.
She looks down at it solemnly, and thinks, I should have been here first. You are not supposed to outlive your children.
She kneels, and brushes the snow from the marble. It is cool, and unyielding; words that have been used to describe her son. No one but her will ever remember the black-haired boy that felt so warm and sweet against her breast.
The red roses look like blood against Severus’ snow-capped monument.
He was soft, that boy, and she should have protected him with her magic, instead of hiding it away to please an unpleasable man. She should have gone cap in hand to her Prince relatives, instead of hiding away in prideful poverty. She should have encouraged her only son, she should have made him proud of himself, instead of turning him hard with her stubborn martyrdom.
Sweet he was, she thinks, and soft-hearted and loving, until she taught him that love was nothing but a landslide of false hopes and poverty.
She walks away, and weeps for her lost boy.
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Date: 2014-07-13 02:01 am (UTC)This is so entirely plausible.
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Date: 2014-07-13 02:13 am (UTC)I like the idea that she is actually Pince as well - someone said her name was a thingamy doodah for I'm A Prince. Anagram? Anachronism? Arachnid? I dunno. One of those things.
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