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Albus Severus Potter (bp_albusseverus) wrote in breaking_point,
@ 2010-02-11 21:56:00

Entry tags:

*complete, 2025 02, character: albus potter, character: severus snape

RP: Al, Snape
Who: Al, Snape
Where: Hogwarts
When: February 11, 2025
Rating/Warnings:
Summary: Per mum's advice, Al attempts to find a location more appropriate for touching

Dad was better, so Al could leave the Infirmary because watching over someone only made sense when they weren't watching you back.

He began a trek down the stairs to Severus' personal library. The Compendium hadn't seen Al for awhile. Al just hoped that there wouldn't be papercuts involved. At least Al's spiders were not nearly as demanding when left to their own devices, even Septimus was content with a pair of old boots to groom and bootlaces to braid.

Al also wanted to see Severus, though certain prior events made Al wary of trying to do so in public, and made him paranoid after wondering what others might infer from even a couple of crossed stares.

Al didn't want to be scrutinized, and he didn't want to be noticed. Not with this. For once, he wanted to turn his back to the world and shield the pages of this particular book from over-the-shoulder glares surely attracted only by the centerfold moving pictures and completely ignoring the text that came before.

Al looked twice both ways for the presence of onlookers before knocking.

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bp_snape
2010-02-14 06:44 am UTC (link)

...thirty...

He watched the moonstone, floating on the surface of the gently steaming brew, following its eddying movements intently, tracing the runes it drew in its meandering path around and across the surface. Isaz... Laguz...

Al's fingers parting his hair, toying with his collar, raised a tingle of gooseflesh on the back of his neck. He sighed and leaned back, bowing his head, accepting the touch, offering himself to it.

...twenty-two, twenty-one...

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bp_albusseverus
2010-02-14 06:52 am UTC (link)

Al exhaled into the dark nest of hair, and felt the muscles underneath his fingers relax. Felt the vertebrae shift under the skin as Severus moved his head.

... nineteen, eighteen - only eighteen left -

The exposed patch of skin above the collar on the back of Severus' neck was warm, much warmer than the fabric of his robe. ... fourteen, thirteen... Al smelled it, touched it, tasted it and was completely lost in exploration and discovery. This was new. He wanted more.

... eleven...

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bp_snape
2010-02-14 07:07 am UTC (link)

...ten...

The moonstone stilled and Snape watched it with eyes that abruptly grew heavylidded at the first touch of Al's lips on his nape: not quite moving in purposeful kisses. It felt more as though Al was sampling the taste of Snape's skin, slowly and carefully, as if he was some rare delicacy.

The tingle of gooseflesh escalated into actual shivers, rippling down his spine.

It was all Snape could do to keep his eyes open, but he had to. Had to keep watching for the last rune.

Then, at last, the moonstone moved again, in a slow zigzag. Sowilo. The deep blue potion immediately started to glow, and at that instant Snape Leviosaed the moonstone out of the potion and quenched the flame beneath it.

...two...

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bp_albusseverus
2010-02-14 07:17 am UTC (link)

...two...

Incredible. This saltheatmovement sensation underneath Al's lips. His hands lifted to Severus' shoulders, squeezed as he tried to hold on. He tasted again. Bit down. Licked. It was good, so impossibly good. Al's arms slid around Severus to hold onto him, he latched on quite mindlessly seeking only more heat and taste and skin, breathing suddenly ragged and there was a sudden sound in the air that he couldn't've possibly made but who else would've made it? Al gasped for air, then gasped for skin.

one

He rested his forehead against the nape of Severus' neck, letting his breathing slow down, calmer, slower, still...

zero

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bp_snape
2010-02-14 07:24 am UTC (link)

Star, Sun and Moon - all three subbrews were now stable for the moment, settling and maturing just as they should.

Their brewer, on the other hand, felt as though he was about to boil over, or possibly even explode.

He reached back, awkwardly, with both arms, patting what of Al he could reach - sides, arms - briefly, reassuringly (he hoped).

And then he turned, dislodging that tousled head. He faced Al, and murmured, very gently, "It's time."

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bp_albusseverus
2010-02-14 07:56 am UTC (link)

"Yeah, time," Al echoed mindlessly and stared, over the rims of his fogged-up glasses, taking in the sight. He reached out, with both hands, cupped together and placed them along Severus' jaw, thumbs moving across Severus' cheeks.

Al exhaled. The tips of their noses almost met. Severus' eyes were so dark and warm and deep.

The moment stilled in a pause of silence. Al looked in and his thoughts, his mind, his entire self was filled with wonder. "Incredible," he breathed...

Forced his hands to let go. Stepped back. Stepped away.

Snap, these five runaway seconds raced from him and Al raced to catch up, out the door, after them. Late.

Al couldn't remember how long it's been since he ran late for anything. If Severus didn't tell him, he'd've still been back there, he'd've been back there with Severus and they'd've been... they were...

His chest hurt. Al forced himself into a slower pace.

They were five seconds behind.

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bp_snape
2010-02-14 07:37 pm UTC (link)

Snape swayed a bit on his feet at the sudden break of the warm and wondering communion was broken, when Al remembered the time and raced out the door like a startled colt.

Snape gave a lopsided smile, torn between a vague ache at the sudden separation, and a wry fondness for the impossible brat.

No fool like an old fool, he thought, shaking his head and grinning at himself.

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