Doors Halloween (doorsween) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2013-10-28 14:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | plot: halloween |
Who: Between life & death
What: A reveal
Warnings/Rating: None
As the sun rose over the horizon, the ice that had been formed around him melted away, the water evaporated, and he drew breath once more. Flesh covered his bones once again, and for a moment, he longed for the peacefulness that had been gifted to him by the robed figure who called himself death. There was no peace in his life, just an endless string of struggles that left him wondering at times if it was truly worth it. The path he walked had an end he knew about, a finality he almost looked forward to, and the simple thought of walking another scared him to the very depths of his soul.
At least on this path, he knew what awaited him. The other was entirely unknown, and in that was fear the likes of which he had not felt. But perhaps it was worth investigating. A tiptoe to the other side to test the waters, to see if they suited him.
The ship left behind, he stepped through the door and back into his world, the smell of the coming winter heavy in the air, and he had to gather his robes around him a little tighter. He wanted nothing more than to be home, in front of the fire, to let his curious conversation with Death stew around for a little longer. There was much more to be made of it than he had already discovered, and he needed time. He needed to make decisions. And as selfish as it was, he wanted to make sure that whatever decision he made ensured that she would live. He might not have been able to have her as he wished, but at least she might live a little longer so that the world could have her. He would keep her from Death this time. He would not fail her.
Sighing, he fussed at the scarf wound around his neck and trudged down the path to the little room above a small potions shop that he called home. It was nothing much to look at, a single room, a small, iron-framed bed, but it was his and it was warm, and that was all he could ask for right then. He shook off the cold as he hung up his robes, unwound the scarf from his neck, and then blowing into the cup of his palms, he crouched down in front of the fireplace to bring it to life with a swish of his wand. Flames blossomed immediately, warming him from the outside in, and as he stared into them, Severus thought.