| Loss (Regulus Black, Narcissa Black/Gen, G, 100) |
[Aug. 11th, 2009|08:39 pm] |
Title: Loss
Character(s): Regulus Black, Narcissa Black
Pairing(s): Gen
Rating: G
Warning(s): None
Challenge(s): Brothers and Sisters
Word count: 100
Author's notes: 1972.
Regulus had waited months. He visited his uncle’s home, where they sat uncomfortable in the drawing room nibbling insubstantial finger foods with elaborate politeness.
Finally, he was alone with cool blond elegant Narcissa, walking in the garden.
“How does it feel, cousin? What should I do?” His curly head lowered earnestly, his normally cheerful face serious and confidential. “What did you do, when your sister deserted the family?”
“There is nothing that we can do. They made their choices.”
“I miss my brother.”
Almost quiet as breath: “I miss my sister.” She took his ten year old hand, sadly, comforting. |
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| slytherin100 Free-for-all: Coin |
[Jun. 11th, 2009|06:20 pm] |
"Silent magic" (Severus, G, Word 100)
Title: Silent Magic
Character(s): Severus
Pairing(s): None
Rating: G
Warning(s): None
Challenge(s): Free-for-all: Coin
Word count: 100
Author's notes: None
Eileen had grudgingly handed him a pound note. "Beans and cigs. Mind you bring back every extra penny. I'll be counting."
But his pockets were torn. One hand for the tin, one for packet and change.
Tobias waited on the porch. "Where've you been, boy?"
Severus jogged jerkily, dropped the coin, watched it roll beneath the step. Sixpence. There it shone, beyond his fingertips. His eyes darted to Tobias, who forbade magic with violence.
Accio. Accio. Accio coin. Wandless, desperate, he willed. It rolled back to nudge his bare toe. He thanked the stars he had not yet started school. |
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| slytherin100 Seal |
[May. 13th, 2009|09:34 pm] |
"Oaths and Vows" (Severus Snape, G, 2x100)
Title: Oaths and Vows
Character(s): Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore,
Pairing(s): None
Rating: G
Warning(s): None
Challenge(s): Seal
Word count: 2x100
Author's notes: A series of two interconnected drabbles. X-posted.
His eyes emptied everything into those of his new merciful lord. Dumbledore. The bottomless void gaped, terrifying. He poured out loss, fear, selfishness, guilt, broken pride. His mind lay naked. He knelt, eyes red, face wet.
"A teacher? But... even with... How will they accept..." He thrust back his sleeve to reveal the yawning skull, the twisting snakes - seal of commitment treason.
"Do not fear. You'll work for me. I'll make you Head of Slytherin."
Their hands clasped. Dumbledore's wand bound them in fire.
"Will you serve my Order; serve my school?"
"I will."
Red flame sealed his new commitment.
Still, the brand on his arm - his Dark Mark - itched with the lives of his jailed, mourning friends. No remorse, no terror, not even the death of his Dark Lord himself - and all Severus' hope - could remove this bond, still precious.
No one had left that Band of Brothers save by death. They were bound by awareness indelible, by soft-hearted ties none outside could guess, their oaths sealed by darkness.
This alone, he kept back, locked. After all, the Mark had been laid upon him when this man, now offering succour, had betrayed Severus and all his House. His family. |
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| slytherin100 #40 Fly |
[May. 12th, 2009|01:22 pm] |
Title: Free Fall
Character(s): Severus, Dumbledore, The Dark Lord
Pairing(s): None
Rating: G
Warning(s): None
Challenge(s): slytherin100 prompt 40 Fly
Word count: 100
Author's notes: X-posted.
Air smoothes against Severus' cheeks. Free, he streaks or glides. He floats. There is no possibility of falling, no need to clutch tense fingers around an undignified broom handle, no reliance on steed or creature. He is under his own control, with the view of a god. Escape is possible. Solitary contemplation is his. Exhilaration. Peace.
The Dark Lord rewards his faithful.
But still, the old face, familiar and fatherly, haunts him, begging him, encouraging him with imperative. To murder. Then it crumples, devoid of humanity, over and over again.
This is his reward, his bounty, his blood money - flight. |
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| slytherin100 #39 Masks |
[Apr. 28th, 2009|08:59 pm] |
Title: Masks
Character(s): Severus, general DeathEaters
Pairing(s): None
Rating: G
Warning(s): dark?
Challenge(s): slytherin100 prompt 39 Masks
Word count: 100
Author's notes: X-posted.
Severus always thought effective masks should not conceal but reveal. Ideally they were faces themselves - visible, open, showing shadows of wariness and vulnerability, obfuscating more critical truth. Such masks would be accepted unquestioned.
These were not masks so much as threats. The smooth superior gold showed only eyes looking into those of their victims - eyes drunk on blood, violence and dark magic. No humanity of a lip caught between resolute teeth must show; no vulnerability of fine hair against a still-soft cheek.
Their skin and forms were neutralised, leaving only their soul-baring eyes naked to their Dark Lord. |
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| slytherin100 #38 Late |
[Apr. 24th, 2009|01:12 pm] |
Title: The Late...
Character(s): Severus, Abraxas, Narcissa
Pairing(s): Severus/Abraxas (Gen)
Rating: G
Warning(s): None
Challenge(s): slytherin100 prompt 38 Late
Word count: 100
Author's notes: X-posted. The characters were supposed to be a surprise. 8^P
After other mourners had filed away, Severus returned to the sepulchre, moving across the grounds in the shadows. His superstitious fingers stroked the cold white marble above the body. The body, not the soul.
"Father." Not his father, but alone he permitted himself this. "You taught me. You made me. What will become of me now?"
He lay prostrate, cold close-cropped grass absorbing his tears. Severus never cried, but now shook silently, bereft.
"You kept me when there was nowhere else."
Narcissa found him, comforting hand at his shoulder. No one touched him. "Come. Abraxas would not have wanted this." |
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sad
distressed
enthralled
weird