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Faith Lehane (dark_slayer) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-08-30 09:37:00

Entry tags:

complete, day 13, faith lehane, severus snape

Who: Faith and Snape
What: Snape decides Faith doesn't need to sleep. She disagrees. Hilarity ensues. They wander off to train, and then make out.
When: Around 8am
Where: Faith's room, then on a pillar by the sea to train.
Rating: PG-13 - R for naked Faith and some making out.
Status: Complete

She'd never much been interested in the whole 'early to bed, early to rise' philosophy. A confirmed night owl, she was rarely in her bed before 3am, at the earliest. She liked the night time. As far as she was concerned, the damned early bird could keep it's stupid worm. She'd take a comforable bed anyday, no questions asked.

Last night had been no different than most. She'd had an interesting time training with Xena, Gabrielle, Toph and Katara, but had wandered off bored after not too long. Teaching people really wasn't so much her forte. She was more of the lone wolf type, neither good at teaching nor particularly at learning. Sure, she showed her Watchers a certain amount of respect, but that didn't make her an easy student. After that impromptu, for her, at least, training session, she had wandered along her merry way. She hadn't made it to her bed until well past 4am.

Being left to her own devices, it would be well past noon when she awoke. Someone, however, seemingly didn't know when to leave her to those devices. In the midst of her dreams, for once as normal as they ever got, she heard a banging. Not loud, not at first. But insistent. Even when she dragged her pillow over her head, it wasn't enough to keep the noise out fully.

The girl sighed, slipped out of bed, and staggered over to the door. Once there, she held on to the doorframe and swung open the door. Her hair was a mess, she was still bleary-eyed, and on top of that, she was completely and totally nude. She didn't sleep wearing clothing, and didn't care enough about other people's sense of what was decent and what wasn't to even grab a blanket to cover up.

"Oh, it's you. Sorry, I'm not the Slayer before noon. Come back later."

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severelyseverus
2008-08-30 12:47 pm UTC (link)

Snape had already been up for two hours when he went to rouse Faith. He had completed his morning meditation and rituals as well as having a simple breakfast. Eight o'clock in the morning was, in his estimation, a perfectly reasonable time to be up and about. At Hogwarts no student was permitted to sleep past seven-thirty. Even that seemed ill-advisedly indulgent to the former Potions master. He had never tolerated tiredness as an excuse for missing, being late for, or not paying attention in any of his morning classes.

When he had to knock several times on Faith's door before she would answer, he suspected she was not an early riser. It would not surprise him. She seemed enamoured with a certain rebellious attitude, to the point of foolishness. Take this sleeping-in business. Obviously it was a rebellion against the established norms of civilized society, but what advantage was it to her herself? Snape found such mindless flailing one of the more irritating qualities of the teenaged. Luckily, Faith appeared to be in her late teens, and would likely grow out of such behaviour soon.

Faith's appearance once she had come to the door confirmed his guesses. Her messy hair and bleary eyes attested to her recent occupation of her bed. Her nudity, to his mind, attested to her need to receive attention for her rebellious ways. Accustomed as he was to seeing his own naked body in non-sexual contexts, he had become used at Hogwarts to the taboo nature of student, and especially female student, nudity. Thus Faith's nakedness came as an unexpected surprise to him. He mastered himself quickly, however. She was not a student, and he would not give her the satisfaction of playing her immature pranks on him. If she wanted attention, he would give her attention. He slowly looked her body up and down before speaking.

"Very funny. Such sloth is unconvincing in a woman whose resolve is such that she would train even in a hurricane. I trust it is the improvement in the weather that has encouraged you to adopt this... mode of dress for today's activities?"

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dark_slayer
2008-08-30 06:18 pm UTC (link)

She blinked at him with confused eyes for a few seconds before turning around and walking, or rather stumbling, back to bed. She wasn't at her best after a mere 4 hours or so of sleep, and could barely even understand what he was saying. Nor did she particularly care enough to try, to be honest. All she wanted was to go back to bed.

"Fuck off, will you?"

She realized belately that she'd gone to the door naked, but shrugged it off and really didn't care that much. After all, it was just a lack of clothing. The world wasn't going to end if she didn't wear pajamas. If it made him uncomfortable, that was his problem as far as she was concerned.

She'd left the door open, though, sort of an unspoken invitation to enter her room. She fell onto her plush bed, which today was a large pillow. Actually, her entire room rather looked like some fanciful interpretation of some far-east Harem room for a very wealthy man. Of course, she changed the decor nearly every day, but it was always lush, always the complete opposite of the dingy rattrap motel rooms she'd been staying in most of her teenaged life.