Title: Untitled
Author: Lorielen ( [email protected] )
Rating: G
Word count: 175
AN: For Lilith =)
It turned out to be one Severus Snape who escorted former Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher Remus J. Lupin to the train station for departure from Hogwarts. Remus never did gather the nerve to ask whether the brooding man was there on the Headmaster�s request; the feeble bond woven by common alliances and one year worth of daily contact provided by co-working clearly wasn�t enough to dissipate their shared history of spite. Not that the aforementioned story and the unchanging despise the Potions Master seemed to dedicate him had stopped Remus� not lightly crazed up hopes from producing a mild blossom in regards to himself and Severus. However, at no moment of the journey he dared let the afflictive question shatter their silence, for a curt nod on the dark man�s part was certain to make the ache caused by the approaching trip break through his self-imposed calm exterior.
Unknown to Remus, Snape was inwardly thankful that questioning of his presence was never uttered. Its answer would have to be a grudgingly hissed �no�.
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Title: Wordless
Author: Lorielen ( [email protected] )
Rating: PG
Word count: 500
AN: For Lilith, just because.
Just because she's so dear to me, a source of joy and delight and inspiration.
Wordless
Severus Snape's eyes displayed miniatures of the dancing flames he watched intently. He had his feet popped up pleasantly on a cushioned stool, half a glass of brandy in his hand, making him already lukewarm and laying ahead the lovely perspective of further pleasure to be had. Cloaked in twilight and blissful silence, the Potions Master didn't think he needed anything else.
However, there was more in the Slytherin Common Room. Among tapestries and armchairs, a certain Remus John Lupin could be spotted resting comfortably in a position similar to Severus' on a berg�re next to the dark-haired man. Intelligently - remarkably so for a former (?) Gryffindor, Lupin wasn't trying to start a conversation or keep one up. He seemed content enough with sitting there in companionable silence, studying the riotous movements of the fire rather than his co-worker.
Many a time had Severus endured silence; less frequently than he'd have liked to, but considerably often nonetheless. He caused it, even: frightening his supposed conversationalists into quietness. Such a brand of silence brought with it mild smugness, owed to having imposed his will over the other person's; sadly, though, the sensation failed to linger, fading to be replaced with annoyance. Provoked silence was heavy with expectations, wariness, resentment, and led Severus to keep his eyes narrowed and his lips pursed. Which absolutely wasn't the case, currently.
Lupin was quite uncommon: he did not irradiate defensiveness as a natural response to having Severus Snape nearby. Nor did he pity or resent the dark man, or, even more remarkable, he didn't seem concerned with figuring him out. Instead, Remus had his own aura of intriguing and gloomy melancholy, his own share of scars. Such thoughts spiralled in Severus' mind, streaming away without wrinkling his forehead.
He turned the glass between his fingers, his attention focused briefly on the colour play: the burnt-amber shade of the brandy flickering over his pale hand. He let his gaze travel downwards leisurely, taking in the safety of multiple little buttons, his impeccably ironed trousers - he wasn't as foolishly soft on House Elves as the Headmaster. The brandy and fire brought warmth, and for an instant Severus allowed himself to feel the delightful sensation spread, reaching his fingertips and toes. His eyelids fluttered closed, and the moment was ruined by lack of liquid on the glass he took to his lips.
Long fingers wrapped around the neck of the brandy bottle elegantly, golden streaming into his glass. Raising the bottle and an eyebrow in wordless inquiry, Severus obtained a short nod from his fellow professor. He extended his arm to serve Lupin, then turned to place the bottle back on the little table that served that purpose. Busy with trying to find his comfortable position anew, Severus caught with the corner of his eye Remus holding up his glass, the liquid intact.
Snape's own glass was raised in a toast, along with the corners of his lips. A rare smile, which Lupin secretly drank to.
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Title: Werewolf
Author: Lilith ([email protected] )
Word count: 224
Werewolf
Severus can still remember the first time he saw a picture of a werewolf. Menacing great claws, with drool dripping from a massive slack jaw. He can still remember the smell of dust and the feeling of the old paper under his young fingers, as he was mesmerized by the beast. Yes, a beast, with vengeful eyes. A beast that should be slaughtered. Or so the book said.
The same memories come to mind when he sees Lupin transformed for the first time. He is hideous, with tuffs of fur falling off as he scratched great wounds in his massive shape. When the beast�s large eyes watch him, glinting with a lust for violence, Severus brain goes blank�except for the image of the werewolf in his father�s old tome.
So, in some strange way, it is no surprise to Severus when he hears through gossip that Lupin bit a boy in some wood in the north of Wales. He can just picture the young child hanging limp from the beast�s jaws, can just imagine Lupin in human form weeping for the child.
Severus is surprised, however, that the first memory that comes to mind is not that of the old tome, but that of the tame beast whining in the dark corner of an office. The same beast who had calmly touched its cold nose to Severus petrified hand, before he had stupefied the sorry creature.
No, not a beast to be slaughtered.
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Title:Alcohol
Author: Lilith ([email protected])
Alcohol
Severus Snape did not indulge in large amounts of alcohol when in other wizard�s presence. Snape prided himself on his self-control�and losing restrain over himself was not something he enjoyed.
And this was held true after four glasses of firewhiskey. He chided himself for accepting Lupin�s offer, for not having declined the third and fourth glasses, for being carried away in the heated discussion, for losing control over his sharp tongue.
However, Snape changed his mind as he watched, as through a haze, Lupin go down on his knees, with mischief in his eyes, and suck his cock.
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