|Daisy Girl (daisygirl_080) wrote in severus_sighs,|
@ 2012-08-19 22:01:00
|Entry tags:||art, ficlet, member: daisygirl, pairing: severus/harry, rating: pg-13|
Word Count: Drabble - aprox: 750
Rating: PG - 13
Warnings: Extreme Angst, Character Death
Medium: Paint Tool Sai digital painter
Summary: Severus and Harry have a short reunion at King's Cross Station after the final battle. Time for one last goodbye
A/N: I know if I want to participate in the upcoming kink night, I had better pacify my muse with a bit of angst, since it's been awhile since I've done a piece of this sort. Not as bad as some of my PREVIOUS ones, but it's not for those of you who might hate me for being my usual cruel self when it comes to these two. XD
Title is named for the poem by Swinburne, (one of my absolute favorites) Full Text:
Rococo: Immoderately elaborate or complicated (seems like a definition fitting for Snarry relationships, no?)
Harry looked around the vast empty white station. Dumbledore had said he could either go back or take a train to go on... To go back or go on? He bit is lip indecisively. There were so many people he longed to go on to see, but knew that he was still needed by those who were waiting on him to return.
He longed so much to board that train, knowing that he'd have another great adventure, one that wasn't so fraught with death, pain and sorrow, but one with happy tears of reunions and celebrations for those he only had memories of ghosts of. His parents, Sirius, Remus.... and of course Severus.
He longed so much to be in the arms of the man who had also died to protect him. What had started out as a bond of hate between the two of them had quickly grew to understanding, and when Harry had spotted him casting the doe in the Forest of Dean, he knew that Severus was the one who had been carefully steering them through the perils from behind the scenes.
He stood there for another moment, looking at the train before noticing the approaching specter in front of him. The man was wrapped in his severe black cloak, his normally greasy hair was wispy and curled slightly to frame his face, and instead of the near constant grimace of pain, there was a slight smile with softer looking eyes, an expression of dismay, yet hopeful at the same time.
Take hands and part with laughter;
Touch lips and part with tears;
Harry quickly ran forward and launched himself into the outstretched arm to be folded into the heavy black material. He sobbed against the neck of his hero, the man who had protected him every step of the way, despite the way things looked. After the incident in the forest, Harry had pursued Severus secretly, stalking him to find out exactly why, and discovered that the man he had hated was one he respected so much that it grew into something more.
Once more and no more after,
Whatever comes with years.
Severus whispered word of comfort into the ear of his younger lover. Harry had given his life, just as Severus knew he would, just as much as he hated his lover's nature of playing the martyr. He held on close for a moment, before taking the young man at arms length to look into his eyes, resting their foreheads together.
Harry knew then why Severus was there... Severus was there to convince him to go on, to go back and live his life. And as much as Harry wanted to follow him into the next life, he knew he'd honor his lover's last wishes, and would go on to do all the things they had promised they would do after the war.
Severus kissed the forehead of his shorter lover, pressing his lips tenderly against the scar that had been the symbol of hope for so many. To Severus, that scar had been a reminder of all the harm that had befallen his best friend, and later, a symbol of redemption.
We twain shall not remeasure
The ways that left us twain;
"I'm thankful Harry, for the time we had together, the moments of happiness in a time of darkness, I'm thankful." He signed and nuzzled into the feathery hair, smelling nothing but pure ozone in this place, a scent he couldn't even begin to describe, yet there was the memory of Harry using his homemade shampoo, waking up a morning together. "You must promise me something Harry. Promise me that you will survive." He leaned down to kiss his young lover on the lips once more, knowing time was growing short. He could feel himself being pulled away. The time Dumbledore had been able to grant him was nearly up. He watched as Harry closed his eyes, a tear running down his cheek.
Severus tried in vain to wipe it away with his now unsubstantial hand. He kept his eyes open during the kiss, as if to memorize every curve of the other's face. The way the lashes fluttered against the weight of wetness, and the way the green eyes sparkled when the opened ever so slightly as Severus himself became translucent. "Promise me Harry, and never let go of that promise no matter what. Never give up."
Nor crush the lees of pleasure
From sanguine grapes of pain.
Harry watched as Severus faded away completely, "I'll never let go, Severus. Never." He felt himself being pulled away a moment later, a burning ache for breath, knowing his body was alive and he would go on to live. Just like he promised Severus. Just like Severus wanted.
He heard a whisper of an echo in return, "I'll be watching you..."