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Albus Severus Potter (bp_albusseverus) wrote in breaking_point,
@ 2010-11-26 01:21:00

Entry tags:

*complete, 2025 11, character: albus potter, character: severus snape

RP: Al, Severus
Who: Al, Severus
Where: Hogwarts, Severus' laboratory, then their rooms
When: November 26, 2025
Summary: It's a routine question, one Al is used to asking over and over...

It was another evening with Severus, and a promise of a weekend together.

The cauldron bottom was copper-orange and round, like a full moon. Al scrubbed it in a familiar circular motion, feeling the smooth surface of it under his fingertips. He lifted his head from his task.

Severus was at the workbench, stirring something steaming in a narrow cauldron suspended over the blue flames.

"What have you learned today?" Al asked a familiar by now question, because it was one worth asking over and over again.

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bp_snape
2010-11-29 05:36 am UTC (link)

Al's recent taste in attire, all soft shades of grey, was like a muted version of Severus' own habitual black. As if he was observing his own private mourning.

And yet, hidden away under all those subdued hues, was those cheerfully absurd owl boxers. Severus grinned, remembering when he'd seen them first, interleaved in the pages of one of his books.

But he smiled just as much when the boxers were gone - though of course it was for an entirely different reason.

Al's eyes were so vivid in the curtained midnight of their bed, shining like will-o-the-wisps. Willingly, Severus let them lead him astray, draw him down into slow, tender kisses, soft caresses of hands and lips and tongue, joining together to say, in a language older and clearer than words, And you are mine.

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bp_albusseverus
2010-11-29 05:58 am UTC (link)

During his recent pensieve dives into his own nightmares, the drawn back analysis of the horrid battleground of his past laid out for Al's mind to examine, no more threatening than a chess board, Al slipped into the same routine of drawing back from the world without feeling the brunt of the present moment, going through the motions and letting his mind read the surroundings as if he'd read a book about himself, not lived it.

It was so silent, so peaceful, to do so. The world couldn't hurt him this way. And yet...

He couldn't take full pleasure in it either. Not until now, until Severus divested him, piece by piece of his clothes, like mourning wraps, not until Severus' touch woke him and pushed him, gasping into reality, with the warmth and the pressure and the incredibly real and raw slide of skin-on-skin.

Al breathed Severus' breath, his heartbeat picked up as his entire self awoke with a kiss, and his body lived in here and now and wanted this, needed it. An urge and a craving to belong, to exist, to feel and to be home at last.

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bp_snape
2010-12-01 02:34 am UTC (link)

Severus felt like Pygmalion, waking a living lover from marble stasis.

Seeing the flush wake in Al's skin, bright enough to overcome even the greenish glow of the bed's reading lamps. Feeling its warmth, the beat of Al's life, pulsing strong and fast in the skin under his lips, the hardness filling his mouth.

It felt like a celebration of the Return of the Sun, a month too soon. But then, what did Severus care about such trivia of timing? The mere fact that Severus was here and alive himself, was only due to an accident that had broken his ties with his own time.

So he concentrated only on the here and now: taking a sharp, fierce joy in every gasp, every cry given voice by his shy, quiet lover.

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