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hey guys ! i’ved moved blogs. follow me here 🦇 !
hey guys ! i’ved moved blogs. follow me here 🦇 !
i’m still going to continue the recent threads i had going here. so if you want to continue ( new or old threads ! ) simply tag my new blog @maskforged with your response & we’ll resume 🖤
hey guys ! i’ved moved blogs. follow me here 🦇 !
tfw your muse is naturally fighty but he has no one to vent on
“ Are you going somewhere, Professor ? “ Ellanor smirked playfully in the doorway while he tidied up his things, seeming to be on his way. She hadn’t seen him all day.
a spidery hand wavered over the stack of essays and books he was about to carry from the sound of her voice. obsidian hues raised to greet hers without displeasure, or hostility for intruding so suddenly. rather, the dark pools this evening was looking rather inviting, paired with a light smile that could just be noticed at her distance in the classroom.
❝ i was on my way to my study. care to join me ? ❞
doecharmed·:
a hex flies over her shoulder . missing her by mere centimetres . the battle rages around her but there’s no time for fear . instead adrenaline runs through her veins . it keeps her moving , searching for the person she’s lost sight of . james . he could be hurt —— or worse . it’s their first fight as part of the order and , frankly , things couldn’t be going worse . in fact , lily’s pretty sure they’re losing . she rounds a corner , coming face to face with the enemy . another monster in a mask . her wand raises , the spell flying from her lips . it hits her opponent but she doesn’t see the extent of the damage . her gaze is focused on their face , which had been revealed as their mask had fallen . her voice reflects the heart ache she feels . ❝ sev ? ❞
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HE IS DRAWING NEAR. a cacophony of shouts erupt from the courtyard as a lone death eater stalks towards the center of battle, staying close to the walls. his spirits do not lift with the triumphant cries from his side when it's become clear that the members of the order are dwindling. severus is not one to gain pleasure from taking lives. a swift gait brings him around the corner, fueled only with the necessity of fulfilling the duty entrusted to him by the dark lord ---- but he can’t bring himself to raise his wand at the sight of her. the spell hits him directly, and he tumbles to the ground from the force of the attack, mask falling away. ( sev. her utterance of the nickname washes over him like a familiar warmth. )
❝ lily ----- ❞ the note of urgency in his voice has nothing to do with his own peril. wincing, he gets to his feet, clutching the fresh wound at his chest. his wand is at his side. ❝ you must leave this place. there are more of them on their way. ❞
heldpain·:
‘ does it matter? ’ of course it did. anyone who knows severus snape knows that his privacy was something he placed above all else especially when it came to his emotions. but how could she simply sit by with the sounds of mayhem echoing down the hall?
‘ i heard glass shattering, i just wanted to make sure you ’ as soon as the scent hit her, her words stopped, halted by the conscious effort to not breathe, and to immediately find the source of the blood. it didn’t take long, her gaze settled on blood-soaked hands, and before she could even stop herself she reached for his wrists, pulling his hands closer for her to observe.
‘ were okay. ’ a finished thought, her face wearing a veil of concern. ‘ which you’re not. can i convince you to let me help clean up? i think a little bit of fresh air would do you well. ’
the swiftness of her practicality seemed to stunt him from further vexation, giving way to a familiar restraint that steadily resurfaced. the storm was now passing with the gentle encouragement of soft touches, dulcet tones and countenance riddled with her worry.
a brief side glance of obsidian hues signaled his silent consent. his following response was uttered in a significantly tamer timbre. ( was it shame that suddenly seized him ? )
❝ --- i must warn you. take measured steps as you enter. ❞
severus took a step back to allow enough space for her to come through, albeit hesitantly so.
it was as though a small hurricane had passed through his study. following after her, he glanced around, fully regarding the result of his blind outburst for the first time. more than half the jars on the shelves were now scattered glass. rolls of parchment were soiled among the flood of various pickled creatures on the stone floor. a writing desk in the corner was overturned.
a flick of his wand and the remnants of jars immediately began to reassemble themselves, reuniting with their proper liquid contents and floating back to the shelves. severus kept his gaze away from hers. he imagined disgust replacing her soft features.
I could no longer distinguish people from monsters.
—tahereh mafi, a very large expanse of sea
heldpain·:
she knew better than to enter without invitation, especially with the sounds erupting from behind the door. on a normal day, she’d thrust the door to his office wide open and be welcomed with open arms. today was different. the sound of glass shattering from within was enough of a warning to stay away, but she couldn’t. there was something wrong. angelika could have cared less what the reason was, but she was there to pick up whatever pieces were left of him. hours passed, yet she sat propped against the wood of the door, hands keeping her jacket pulled tight against her. when the door gave way, she leaned forward, glancing up to meet his gaze. ‘ hey. ’ a quiet greeting, as she pulled herself to her feet. ‘ are…….. are you okay? ’ @maskforged·
CRIMSON SEARED HIS VISION. severus was numbly aware of the sound of shattering glass as he ferociously wiped off numerous jars from their once carefully placed positions. his office was quite wrecked by the time he stopped. still, no release from the biting pain. rage continued to tear at his insides, past and present colliding into one as he vividly saw in his mind’s eye his former self. helpless. pathetic. and potter, witnessing what he had sealed away from the world for so long.
potter had no right... especially him.
leaning against his desk, he had only then realized the small pool of blood edging it’s way around his tightly closed, shaking fists. then the prickling sensation of glass embedded into skin. a buzzing silence began to consume the office, accompanied only by his rugged breathing, when he heard his door audibly shudder behind him as if a weight against it had shifted. the thought of someone covertly listening in made the blood in his veins boil once more. he stormed his way towards the door and tossed it open.
he was met with a familiar face. perhaps the only face he could tolerate in a moment such as this. however the unfathomable darkness in his gaze did not fade away. disregarding her question, he shot back his own, baritone nearly a whisper.
❝ .. how long have you waited here ? ❞
I’m just soft for Snape and Luna hanging out
“Call me whatever you like; I am who I must be.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche
❝ clearly you’ve forfeited your duties for tonight. ❞
despite his disapproving tone, the potions master sweeps in to occupy the armchair opposite of her. quite a variation in seating, as he usually takes the old velvet armchair in the corner of the staff room. however, there's no one in particular tonight to typically invoke him to avoid attention. in fact, they're quite alone. dark eyes linger on the bottle she’s pressing to her lips like she’s been parched, before raising to her face. the scrutiny is empty of disgust that one might expect from him.
❝ something tells me this isn’t your first bottle. ❞ / @heldpain
angie, smothering him with kisses : leave again and I'm gonna kick ur ass :)
what a daunting prospect … 🖤
*kicks door open* missed me?
100 pts from gryffindor for your immeasurable absence
hi i live 🦇🦇
angie : hi ur cute 😘
is that a challenge. bc im going to baffle u with praise. 🖤
How do you get such silky hair?
a palm adjusts, crossed arms tightening a touch further. whether imagined or real, he senses a taunt lurking in the question. ❛ … it’s none of your business. ❜