First, I love Moody's brusque, slightly vernacular voice. He's concise and colorful and has a nicely cynical way of cutting everything down to size.
"He's wandless, not harmless." A perfect nutshell summary of Snape's ambiguous position and reputation here.
All I can feel is the softness of his skin and the way the tips of my fingers still tingle with the residue of Dark magic that runs through him. What a sensuous and disconcerting line after all Moody's macho competence, with the intriguing revelation that he finds Dark magic irresistibly seductive. How damning and delirious that he actually feels the darkness running through Snape, like a contact high from the drug in someone else's body.
Snape still shivers and prickles into goosebumps when I touch him gently and unobtrusively You do a lovely job of blending vulnerability and implicit violence in your version of Snape, scattering subtle signs of his youth and his precarious, edge-of-losing-it control. The idea of a witness protection program and the nerve-shredding waiting that goes along with it, as well as the predictable distrust between witness and guards, are brilliantly handled. I've never thought about it before, but of course Snape's willingness to turn state's evidence would have been fraught with a dozen different kinds of potential disaster.
"Is it an offer or are you just taking the piss?" / There's a world of pain and expectation in his tone Your Snape is outrageously sympathetic. Yes, he's an arsehole, yes, he exploits his intelligence and his sharp tongue to provoke others, but behind the power he has to make Aurors cringe and/or froth at the mouth is a hint of someone young and hopeless; not exactly resigned, but not having much to lose (except his virginity).
I bite back the word, boy, having seen from his reaction to Dumbledore how much of a mistake that is. Again with the shrewd insight. This hits the nail for me, too, where Dumbledore's attitude toward Snape is concerned.
"I'm going to die," he says, as matter-of-fact as if he's talking about the weather. "Caught between all sides like I am." For me this is one of three moments on which the fic pivots. Because I believe Snape believes it; he's sure his life will be short and brutal, he's holding himself together with sneers and bodyguard-baiting, and he probably wouldn't succumb to Moody's sexual teasing if he expected to live. His desperation is both sexual and mortal; he risks humiliating himself because he doesn't want to have missed out on this before he dies, and because he needs something, anything, beyond the long, horrible hours of waiting to tell the truth and possibly getting himself killed in the process. It's a line that cracks open that nutshell you started with.
He tastes of bitter almonds and butterscotch. Mmm, what a marvelous description of Snape's flavor, so young and bitter/smooth. The rhythm and alliteration add an extra dash of pleasure.
I'm not going to settle for quick and dirty, though. Not with him being as responsive as he is. As Dark as he is. Moody's opulent, erotic reaction to Dark magic is one of the delightful mysteries of this fic.
"Don't hurt me," he warns. His tongue flicks out to wet his lips, and I can sense the curse that's building inside him. This is so Snape. Wanting something so much, expecting the worst and prematurely ready to lash out.
he's reaching for me with hands that flex constantly I don't know why, but I love the detail about his hands, the way they convey his grasping, uncontrollable craving.
And when my prick finds his prostate, he bites both our tongues. There's blood in our mouths when we end the kiss Argh, yes, this would hurt like hell, but it's insanely hot and spectacularly in character.
First, I love Moody's brusque, slightly vernacular voice. He's concise and colorful and has a nicely cynical way of cutting everything down to size.
"He's wandless, not harmless." A perfect nutshell summary of Snape's ambiguous position and reputation here.
All I can feel is the softness of his skin and the way the tips of my fingers still tingle with the residue of Dark magic that runs through him. What a sensuous and disconcerting line after all Moody's macho competence, with the intriguing revelation that he finds Dark magic irresistibly seductive. How damning and delirious that he actually feels the darkness running through Snape, like a contact high from the drug in someone else's body.
Snape still shivers and prickles into goosebumps when I touch him gently and unobtrusively You do a lovely job of blending vulnerability and implicit violence in your version of Snape, scattering subtle signs of his youth and his precarious, edge-of-losing-it control. The idea of a witness protection program and the nerve-shredding waiting that goes along with it, as well as the predictable distrust between witness and guards, are brilliantly handled. I've never thought about it before, but of course Snape's willingness to turn state's evidence would have been fraught with a dozen different kinds of potential disaster.
"Is it an offer or are you just taking the piss?" / There's a world of pain and expectation in his tone Your Snape is outrageously sympathetic. Yes, he's an arsehole, yes, he exploits his intelligence and his sharp tongue to provoke others, but behind the power he has to make Aurors cringe and/or froth at the mouth is a hint of someone young and hopeless; not exactly resigned, but not having much to lose (except his virginity).
I bite back the word, boy, having seen from his reaction to Dumbledore how much of a mistake that is. Again with the shrewd insight. This hits the nail for me, too, where Dumbledore's attitude toward Snape is concerned.
"I'm going to die," he says, as matter-of-fact as if he's talking about the weather. "Caught between all sides like I am." For me this is one of three moments on which the fic pivots. Because I believe Snape believes it; he's sure his life will be short and brutal, he's holding himself together with sneers and bodyguard-baiting, and he probably wouldn't succumb to Moody's sexual teasing if he expected to live. His desperation is both sexual and mortal; he risks humiliating himself because he doesn't want to have missed out on this before he dies, and because he needs something, anything, beyond the long, horrible hours of waiting to tell the truth and possibly getting himself killed in the process. It's a line that cracks open that nutshell you started with.
He tastes of bitter almonds and butterscotch. Mmm, what a marvelous description of Snape's flavor, so young and bitter/smooth. The rhythm and alliteration add an extra dash of pleasure.
I'm not going to settle for quick and dirty, though. Not with him being as responsive as he is. As Dark as he is. Moody's opulent, erotic reaction to Dark magic is one of the delightful mysteries of this fic.
"Don't hurt me," he warns. His tongue flicks out to wet his lips, and I can sense the curse that's building inside him. This is so Snape. Wanting something so much, expecting the worst and prematurely ready to lash out.
he's reaching for me with hands that flex constantly I don't know why, but I love the detail about his hands, the way they convey his grasping, uncontrollable craving.
And when my prick finds his prostate, he bites both our tongues. There's blood in our mouths when we end the kiss Argh, yes, this would hurt like hell, but it's insanely hot and spectacularly in character.