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Envinyatar ([info]envinyatar15) wrote in [info]envinyatar_fics,
@ 2007-08-31 03:46:00

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Entry tags:gen:hp:severus

[Ficlet] Mystery (Severus, G)
Title: Mystery
Author: Envinyatar (aka [info]envinyatar15)
Characters: Severus, observer (supposedly Hermione)
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Word Count: 313
Summary: It's a mystery why she finds these eyes beautiful.

Notes: Written for the hpfic_contest drabble challenge week #15: Beauty, where this piece won first place. Many thanks to chaotic_vanity for saving the world from my crappiness. Originally posted here, February 16, 2006.


It is a mystery, his ability to shake you to the very core by simply locking his eyes with yours. They are black pools of coldness; groundless, soulless, holding a promise of cruelty, of destruction, of betrayal. He is the epitome of all these, and yet more. He scares you. He intrigues you. He is your secret.

Every time you sit in Potions you try to avoid his gaze – but you are easy prey for him. He senses your fear, your dread. He manages to catch you in an unguarded moment, despite all the precautions you take. He is a spy, after all – he knows his job. He waits for the perfect opportunity, and his searching eyes catch yours. You cannot think clearly anymore, for a shiver creeps up your spine, and your vision blurs. Only the impenetrable darkness of his eyes remains. He pulls you in, until nothing of your self survives, your mind doesn’t exist any longer on its own. At that exact moment, you realise the hold he has on you, and you want to fight it, fight him – but you never succeed. His eyes suck you in, tear your soul apart and find your most guarded secrets, until finally you crumble under the sheer force of the horror grasping at you. You see all this, and you know what happens – yet you cannot break away from the beauty of these horrible depths tugging you in, drowning you in wildly swirling darkness.

It is a mystery, this power he has. His eyes are everything you think about at night, at day – the mystery, and fascinating beauty of the terror that shakes you time and time again.

It is a mystery, your thinking him beautiful, these feelings you have for him. Your most well-guarded secret – the only one he has yet to discover through the dark, beautiful game you are playing.



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