Albus Severus Potter (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bp_albusseverus) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} breaking_point, |
He ducked under Severus' armpit, sliding out of his grasp with the ease of someone who'd always been short and learned to compensate for it.
Al didn't let go. His hands were still resting against Severus' back, as Al pressed his forehead in the space right between them and felt the bumpy ridges of curving spine beneath.
"In a minute..."
Inside Al's mind, his internal clock began the countdown. Sixty, fifty-nine, fifty-eight...
He released a warm breath, let his hands slide down, fingers splayed like toes of a toad, with oversensitive skin of his palms just as fragile and delicate as an amphibian's against every thread of roughly woven fabric.