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lierdumoaSo I'm probably going to finish the chapter tomorrow. In the meanwhile, here's a cookie. Enjoy!
Severus had often wondered at the nature of lies. He'd told quite a few at his young age. Every time he'd labelled himself a Snape it had been a lie. Every time he'd smiled at the lunch table with Malfoy's arm resting companionably around his shoulder. Every time he'd feigned nonchalance in the face of Sirius' contempt. Over the years, Severus had become intimately acquainted with lies.
He wondered, sometimes, if they had a taste or a smell -- something beyond even what his acute senses could detect. He imagined that lies would have a bouquet fitting of their nature. There were some that were made only to smooth over the truth. He imagined that those would be soft in texture and cloying sweet. There were some that were barely there at all. He imagined them as tiny, invisible particles, like salt flecks on a breakfast egg.
There were some that were...bigger. That surged up like the stomach acid in his esophagus.
Of course, lies were the last thing on Severus' mind as he stood before Sirius, his legs still tangled up in their forbidden tryst. Instead, he was thinking of the strange glint warming Sirius' gaze, and how odd the Gryffindor looked with his trousers scrunched down beneath his calves.
This train of thought came to a swift end as soon as Sirius extracted himself from the Slytherin's grasp. Soon, the two of them were standing apart from eachother, separated by several layers of clothing and about four feet of uncomfortable silence.
Sirius was the first to speak. His words were simple, and terse -- "This never happened."
A tense moment passed. Finally Severus closed his eyes in defeat and hissed a quiet "Yes."
Sirius took his leave quickly. Severus was left alone. For a while he was still, no sign of motion but for his bobbing adam's apple as he tried desperately to swallow against the bile rising in his throat.
*Perhaps this is what happens,* he thought. *Perhaps this is what happens when a kiss is broken.*
Mmmm-kay. Got work to do. Bye!
;o)
Severus had often wondered at the nature of lies. He'd told quite a few at his young age. Every time he'd labelled himself a Snape it had been a lie. Every time he'd smiled at the lunch table with Malfoy's arm resting companionably around his shoulder. Every time he'd feigned nonchalance in the face of Sirius' contempt. Over the years, Severus had become intimately acquainted with lies.
He wondered, sometimes, if they had a taste or a smell -- something beyond even what his acute senses could detect. He imagined that lies would have a bouquet fitting of their nature. There were some that were made only to smooth over the truth. He imagined that those would be soft in texture and cloying sweet. There were some that were barely there at all. He imagined them as tiny, invisible particles, like salt flecks on a breakfast egg.
There were some that were...bigger. That surged up like the stomach acid in his esophagus.
Of course, lies were the last thing on Severus' mind as he stood before Sirius, his legs still tangled up in their forbidden tryst. Instead, he was thinking of the strange glint warming Sirius' gaze, and how odd the Gryffindor looked with his trousers scrunched down beneath his calves.
This train of thought came to a swift end as soon as Sirius extracted himself from the Slytherin's grasp. Soon, the two of them were standing apart from eachother, separated by several layers of clothing and about four feet of uncomfortable silence.
Sirius was the first to speak. His words were simple, and terse -- "This never happened."
A tense moment passed. Finally Severus closed his eyes in defeat and hissed a quiet "Yes."
Sirius took his leave quickly. Severus was left alone. For a while he was still, no sign of motion but for his bobbing adam's apple as he tried desperately to swallow against the bile rising in his throat.
*Perhaps this is what happens,* he thought. *Perhaps this is what happens when a kiss is broken.*
Mmmm-kay. Got work to do. Bye!
;o)
