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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
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1,330
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2
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Chapter 3: Dark Night of the Soul
~ Disclaimer: I own nothing but what springs from my imagination (Poe and Ariah are mine, thank you very much). Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, Hogwarts, and the rest of the Potterverse are the property and the children of JK Rowling. ~
Dark Night of the Soul
Chapter 3: Dark Night of the Soul
Ariah sat in her sitting room and looked out the window. She had returned from meeting with the Slytherin prefects to discuss the Yule celebrations an hour ago and attempted to floo Severus since he hadn’t answered his door when she knocked. He didn’t answer the floo either. His hearth was blocked. The goddess stewed in her burgeoning anger for a bit, the air around her crackling with an unearthly electricity. Poe flew in and landed on her windowsill.
“Uh oh, the goddess is making the air move again. Tense?” he said.
“You might say that.”
“Must be Severus related. Haven’t flown in on you two in a few days. Not that I’m complaining, mind you. It’s been a nice vacation from having to see naked Sev.”
“Hasn’t been anything to fly in on in a couple of days. I’m not sure what’s going on with him.”
“He’s being sucked into the endless abyss of self pity again,” said Poe, “positively wallowing in the ‘I’m not worthies’. “Sh “Shit. I hate that. It’s getting harder and harder to get him out of that these days.”
“Why should it be up to you to get him out of it?”
“Because I love him.”
“Loving him shouldn’t mean having to push the boulder uphill all the time.”
“Why must you consistently speak in metaphors? And bad ones at that?”
“That’s me. A metaphorical raven.”
“I just don’t know what to do,” said Ariah, shaking her head.
“Is he worth the personal Ariah goddess lightning bolts?” asked Poe, dodging another crackling of air emanating from Ariah.
“He’s worth everything.”
“Then I think he needs a good solid kick in the posterior. One that lasts this time.”
“You’re right,” said Ariah, standing up. She clenched her fists, closed her eyes, and grimaced slightly. Poe flew into the room and alighted on the bookshelf, knowing what was coming. Ariah took a deep breath, lifted her fists, opened them, and shot twin bolts of lightning out of the window and toward the small narrow dungeon windows, “I figured I should warn him that I’m coming.”
“Most people just ring up,” commented Poe.
“I’m not most people,” she retorted as she pulled open the door and exited, calling back to Poe, “and there are no phones here.”
“Got that right, goddess, you aren’t most people,” stated Poe with a raven grin, “Sev has no idea what he’s in for.”
Ariah stalked down to the dungeons, the electricity radiating from her. It was an interesting byproduct of being a goddess, being able to manipulate the air around her. Her emotions literally exploded from her unless she was careful. There were a few times during the throes of passion where she inadvertently altered the weather. Until she finally connected with Severus, she hadn’t felt passion like that. She was learning to control it. But at this moment, there was no controlling her emotions. She was hurt, angry, confused, and scared and the melding of those emotions was too much for her to control. Outside the castle, the air exploded with electricity and the skies opened up and poured rain.
Severus sat in his study, downing more firewhiskey. With each bottle consumed, he drank a sober up potion and started on the next bottle. That way he could drink himself to several small oblivions rather than one rather large stupor. He heard a clap of thunder and looked up at the high narrow windows. It appeared there was a storm raging. He shrugged and took another swig from his sixth bottle. He was startled by a flash of light as the door to his quarters splintered open. There in the doorway stood Ariah. Severus dropped the bottle and stared at his goddess love.
“Forgive me for bursting in on your solitary confinement,” remarked Ariah, “but since you blocked your floo and ignored my messages, I felt I had no other choice. Would you like to explain to me what the problem is this time? Did I breathe too loudly the last time we were together?”
Severus picked up his bottle, only to have Ariah hold out her hand and have the bottle fly out of his hands and into hers, “No more of this,” she said, closing her hand over the bottle and having it disappear, “now I suggest taking a draught of that sober up potion and talking to me. I’m sick of the stoic silent treatment. If you have something to say, say it damn it.”
Severus stood up, glared at Ariah and spoke slowly, “It is over.”
“Is it really?” replied Ariah, “and why is that?”
“Because I wish it to be over.”
“I see. And what brought you to that decision?”
“Our time has simply come to its logical conclusion.”
“And what is so logical about it?”
“I no longer wish to be with you, logically we should end things.”
Ariah chuckled, “You seem to forget who it is you’re attempting to deceive. I know you better than that. There’s something going on and if my guess is correct, the problem has very little to do with me and everything to do with you.”
Severus glared at her. He hated that she knew him so well. His glare softened and he stared at the ground in front of him. Ariah saw his eyes turn sad as he blinked twice then mumbled almost under his breath, “You deserve better.”
“How many times do I have to tell you that I want you? How many times do I have to try to convince you that you deserve happiness? How many times, Severus? When is it going to sink into your thick skull that I am in love with you and have been for decades now?”
“I’ve done so many terrible things. Things that are unforgivable. I’ve not been the man I should have been for you. I’ve lied, killed, maimed…”
“That was then, Severus. This is now. You’re a different man. You haven’t been that man in quite some time.”
“I am always going to be that man. We are the sum of our experiences, Ariah.”
“But we don’t have to be defined by our experiences. I’ve done things I’m not proud of, too.”
“But not like me.”
“Oh for the sake of all the gods, Sev, I’m a war goddess. Do you think I was created for sweetness, light, and prancing through the virgin forest wearing nothing but some strategically placed leaves and a wreath of flowers? I’ve driven men to battle madness. I’ve enticed tribes into fighting each other. I’ve inspired invasions and occupations. I’m not necessarily proud of that, but it’s part of who I am. I am an aspect of the Morrigan. You were a Death Eater and then a spy for the Order. You did what you had to, I did what I was created to do. We may be the sum our experiences, but that’s not all we are.”
“I am unforgivable,” whispered Severus.
\"I forgive you,\" shouted Ariah, \"I forgive you for every fucking shitty thing you\'ve ever done in your entire life. I forgive you the atrocities you committed as a Death Eater. I forgive your petty dislike of Harry Potter. I forgive every little cold, cruel, and calculating thing you\'ve ever said or done. I forgive you for not always being the man I want you to be or need you to be. I forgive you for not forgiving yourself.”
“Are you done forgiving me?”
“Depends, are you done feeling sorry for yourself?”
“Not sure yet.”
“Then I probably have more forgiving left to do.”
Severus looked at Ariah in wonder. He had given her so many reasons to pack it up and head back to her family. He had given her so many openings to leave. And yet she stayed. He sunk down into his chair and stared at her.
“Why, Ariah?”
“Why what?” she asked.
“Why do you stay with me?”
“Because I love you, you fool. Why else would I be hereAriaAriah walked over to Severus and sat in his lap, gently running her fingers over his cheek, “You’re the man I want. The only man I want. I didn’t fall in love with you based on what you should be. I fell in love with you based on what you are. A damaged, sometimes cruel, dark, brilliant, sensuous man with a past. But you also have a future, and I intend to be part of that future. You are my future.”
“You’re the only person who thinks I have a future,” said Severus, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close.
“Nah, I’m just the only one who shoves that idea down your throat,” replied Ariah, kissing him gently.
“I’m sorry.”
“Might as well forgive you for that too,” she said smiling.
“Will you stay the night?”
“Try to make me go home. I dare you,” she replied, kissing him deeper.
“Not wanting to take that dare,” he said, running his hand down her curves, deftly unbuttoning her flannel shirt, “you look beautiful in Muggle clothing.”
“And you look beautiful taking off my Muggle clothing.”
Severus opened her shirt and slid it off her shoulders, exposing her lacy white bra. He kissed her neck, moving his lips down between her breasts and kissing her there as he reached around her body and unclasped her bra, slipping it off her. His mouth traveled to her hardened nipple and he captured one in his mouth and gently sucked at it, flicking his tongue over the tip. Ariah sighed with pleasure as Severus stood up, picking her up with him, and took her into the bedroom.
Dark Night of the Soul
Chapter 3: Dark Night of the Soul
Ariah sat in her sitting room and looked out the window. She had returned from meeting with the Slytherin prefects to discuss the Yule celebrations an hour ago and attempted to floo Severus since he hadn’t answered his door when she knocked. He didn’t answer the floo either. His hearth was blocked. The goddess stewed in her burgeoning anger for a bit, the air around her crackling with an unearthly electricity. Poe flew in and landed on her windowsill.
“Uh oh, the goddess is making the air move again. Tense?” he said.
“You might say that.”
“Must be Severus related. Haven’t flown in on you two in a few days. Not that I’m complaining, mind you. It’s been a nice vacation from having to see naked Sev.”
“Hasn’t been anything to fly in on in a couple of days. I’m not sure what’s going on with him.”
“He’s being sucked into the endless abyss of self pity again,” said Poe, “positively wallowing in the ‘I’m not worthies’. “Sh “Shit. I hate that. It’s getting harder and harder to get him out of that these days.”
“Why should it be up to you to get him out of it?”
“Because I love him.”
“Loving him shouldn’t mean having to push the boulder uphill all the time.”
“Why must you consistently speak in metaphors? And bad ones at that?”
“That’s me. A metaphorical raven.”
“I just don’t know what to do,” said Ariah, shaking her head.
“Is he worth the personal Ariah goddess lightning bolts?” asked Poe, dodging another crackling of air emanating from Ariah.
“He’s worth everything.”
“Then I think he needs a good solid kick in the posterior. One that lasts this time.”
“You’re right,” said Ariah, standing up. She clenched her fists, closed her eyes, and grimaced slightly. Poe flew into the room and alighted on the bookshelf, knowing what was coming. Ariah took a deep breath, lifted her fists, opened them, and shot twin bolts of lightning out of the window and toward the small narrow dungeon windows, “I figured I should warn him that I’m coming.”
“Most people just ring up,” commented Poe.
“I’m not most people,” she retorted as she pulled open the door and exited, calling back to Poe, “and there are no phones here.”
“Got that right, goddess, you aren’t most people,” stated Poe with a raven grin, “Sev has no idea what he’s in for.”
Ariah stalked down to the dungeons, the electricity radiating from her. It was an interesting byproduct of being a goddess, being able to manipulate the air around her. Her emotions literally exploded from her unless she was careful. There were a few times during the throes of passion where she inadvertently altered the weather. Until she finally connected with Severus, she hadn’t felt passion like that. She was learning to control it. But at this moment, there was no controlling her emotions. She was hurt, angry, confused, and scared and the melding of those emotions was too much for her to control. Outside the castle, the air exploded with electricity and the skies opened up and poured rain.
Severus sat in his study, downing more firewhiskey. With each bottle consumed, he drank a sober up potion and started on the next bottle. That way he could drink himself to several small oblivions rather than one rather large stupor. He heard a clap of thunder and looked up at the high narrow windows. It appeared there was a storm raging. He shrugged and took another swig from his sixth bottle. He was startled by a flash of light as the door to his quarters splintered open. There in the doorway stood Ariah. Severus dropped the bottle and stared at his goddess love.
“Forgive me for bursting in on your solitary confinement,” remarked Ariah, “but since you blocked your floo and ignored my messages, I felt I had no other choice. Would you like to explain to me what the problem is this time? Did I breathe too loudly the last time we were together?”
Severus picked up his bottle, only to have Ariah hold out her hand and have the bottle fly out of his hands and into hers, “No more of this,” she said, closing her hand over the bottle and having it disappear, “now I suggest taking a draught of that sober up potion and talking to me. I’m sick of the stoic silent treatment. If you have something to say, say it damn it.”
Severus stood up, glared at Ariah and spoke slowly, “It is over.”
“Is it really?” replied Ariah, “and why is that?”
“Because I wish it to be over.”
“I see. And what brought you to that decision?”
“Our time has simply come to its logical conclusion.”
“And what is so logical about it?”
“I no longer wish to be with you, logically we should end things.”
Ariah chuckled, “You seem to forget who it is you’re attempting to deceive. I know you better than that. There’s something going on and if my guess is correct, the problem has very little to do with me and everything to do with you.”
Severus glared at her. He hated that she knew him so well. His glare softened and he stared at the ground in front of him. Ariah saw his eyes turn sad as he blinked twice then mumbled almost under his breath, “You deserve better.”
“How many times do I have to tell you that I want you? How many times do I have to try to convince you that you deserve happiness? How many times, Severus? When is it going to sink into your thick skull that I am in love with you and have been for decades now?”
“I’ve done so many terrible things. Things that are unforgivable. I’ve not been the man I should have been for you. I’ve lied, killed, maimed…”
“That was then, Severus. This is now. You’re a different man. You haven’t been that man in quite some time.”
“I am always going to be that man. We are the sum of our experiences, Ariah.”
“But we don’t have to be defined by our experiences. I’ve done things I’m not proud of, too.”
“But not like me.”
“Oh for the sake of all the gods, Sev, I’m a war goddess. Do you think I was created for sweetness, light, and prancing through the virgin forest wearing nothing but some strategically placed leaves and a wreath of flowers? I’ve driven men to battle madness. I’ve enticed tribes into fighting each other. I’ve inspired invasions and occupations. I’m not necessarily proud of that, but it’s part of who I am. I am an aspect of the Morrigan. You were a Death Eater and then a spy for the Order. You did what you had to, I did what I was created to do. We may be the sum our experiences, but that’s not all we are.”
“I am unforgivable,” whispered Severus.
\"I forgive you,\" shouted Ariah, \"I forgive you for every fucking shitty thing you\'ve ever done in your entire life. I forgive you the atrocities you committed as a Death Eater. I forgive your petty dislike of Harry Potter. I forgive every little cold, cruel, and calculating thing you\'ve ever said or done. I forgive you for not always being the man I want you to be or need you to be. I forgive you for not forgiving yourself.”
“Are you done forgiving me?”
“Depends, are you done feeling sorry for yourself?”
“Not sure yet.”
“Then I probably have more forgiving left to do.”
Severus looked at Ariah in wonder. He had given her so many reasons to pack it up and head back to her family. He had given her so many openings to leave. And yet she stayed. He sunk down into his chair and stared at her.
“Why, Ariah?”
“Why what?” she asked.
“Why do you stay with me?”
“Because I love you, you fool. Why else would I be hereAriaAriah walked over to Severus and sat in his lap, gently running her fingers over his cheek, “You’re the man I want. The only man I want. I didn’t fall in love with you based on what you should be. I fell in love with you based on what you are. A damaged, sometimes cruel, dark, brilliant, sensuous man with a past. But you also have a future, and I intend to be part of that future. You are my future.”
“You’re the only person who thinks I have a future,” said Severus, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close.
“Nah, I’m just the only one who shoves that idea down your throat,” replied Ariah, kissing him gently.
“I’m sorry.”
“Might as well forgive you for that too,” she said smiling.
“Will you stay the night?”
“Try to make me go home. I dare you,” she replied, kissing him deeper.
“Not wanting to take that dare,” he said, running his hand down her curves, deftly unbuttoning her flannel shirt, “you look beautiful in Muggle clothing.”
“And you look beautiful taking off my Muggle clothing.”
Severus opened her shirt and slid it off her shoulders, exposing her lacy white bra. He kissed her neck, moving his lips down between her breasts and kissing her there as he reached around her body and unclasped her bra, slipping it off her. His mouth traveled to her hardened nipple and he captured one in his mouth and gently sucked at it, flicking his tongue over the tip. Ariah sighed with pleasure as Severus stood up, picking her up with him, and took her into the bedroom.