Oh, as soon as I saw the title, I knew I was going to love this. <3
I love the tight painfulness of this story, the bitter feeling that things can never be fully right -- both Severus and Peter are such wretched, lonely boys, each intent on destroying the object of his want. I love how Severus sees right through Peter, and I can only imagine the reverse is true, as well. So tangled and complicated and painful, and just perfectly in keeping with what I imagine these relationships must be like.
Some of the lines I love:
It burns within Severus, and when it does, Severus thinks: he has taken something from me.
With quill in hand, he pauses mid-stroke and the scratching of the nib on parchment fades, like a strangled cry against a backdrop of eerie silence.
And the entirety of this paragraph: It is not long after when he seeks out Peter: Peter, who has been closer to James than Severus could ever hope to be (it makes him sick; he's so pathetic is Peter) and if Severus shuts his eyes tight enough and Peter doesn't speak and he forgets (forgetforgetforget) it could almost, almost, almost -
But it never quite is.
And the ending, of course, lingering on a desperate, lonely note of not-quite-right -- so perfect.
Thanks so much, Mystery Author! I truly love my gift. <3