|roozetter (roozetter) wrote in severus_sighs,|
@ 2010-10-01 19:24:00
|Current location:||living room|
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|Entry tags:||event: anniversary 2010, ficlet, member: roozetter, pairing: severus/lily, rating: pg|
"Warmth" - Happy Anniversary, Sighers!
Word Count: 344
Warnings: Erm, character death, I guess. Canon compliant
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended
Summary: Sometimes relationships are all about feeling.
He sees her flying, long hair a bright beacon of flame in an otherwise drab existence. She looks.... happy, hopeful, energetic - such concepts are foreign to him. He has to get closer to see if she's real, to know if her zest and innocence are contagious, if they'll infect him. And when she takes his hand and smiles at him, with him, for him, it's like he's surrounded by warmth so pure it burrows into his core and changes him from the inside out. He smiles.
He watches her fire dim when he's fifteen, watches her turn her energy to another, and the grief... It slams into him, replacing the warmth with a coldness so vast he shivers for days until he learns to block it. He welcomes the brand on his arm, the pain of being summoned sending electrified bolts of fire through his nervous system, forcing sparks of feeling. But this is better, because this warmth hurts, and the pain reminds him to be cautious in his dealings with others.
He knows the moment her flame is extinguished. The pain of true separation is intense, so thorough in its destruction he can feel his heart pumping ice through his veins, numbing him as his internal organs shut down one by one. But no. Death would be merciful, a relief from this oppressive agony. He's alone now - she is gone, and her blasted child took the Dark Lord away, depriving him of even artificial feeling. He rages, grieves... and shuts down.
The venom pumping through his system is hot, like liquid fire poured over the frozen ocean of blood inside him, burning him up and making him gasp as he remembers true feeling for the first time in years. He knows it's the blasted boy hovering over him, but he doesn't care. Harry's features are blurred as the poison brings tears to his eyes. All Severus can see is the depthless green eyes sparkling with life and feeling, and the warmth - Oh, God, the warmth!
"Look - at - me!"