A Glimmer of Light (1)
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,052
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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A Glimmer of Light (1)
1.
He is kneeling over me. I can feel his heat. My stained fingers clutch and bury themselves in the fabric of his jacket. They leave bloody prints and I absently wonder if he will destroy the garment because of that. Because I have tainted it, touched it. Left my mark. Snape, the murdering bastard.
So it has come to this, life's end on a cold, hard, wooden floor, lifeblood soaking into the dusty cracks between the boards, flowing in stop-start fashion along the uneven surface to pool in a shallow depression left, perhaps, by the heel of a once-stamped boot. Already, motes of grey speckle the dark red surface, swirling languidly in minute whirlpools, before stilling to form subtly shifting patterns. There is no pain, only an ache deep, deep in my chest where I have often imagined my soul would exist… if I had not sold it; if I believed in such things. With every precious drop that adds its volume to the darkening pool around me, I feel lighter, cleaner… almost absolved as the filth that has been my life, seeps away. This end, that I knew would have to come, seems easier than I had imagined it would be. If not for… If only…
I close my eyes and with a small sigh, stop the thought that has burned in my mind year after year. The world seems silent, almost peaceful but for the ringing in my ears and the sound of his uneven breathing as he strains to hold my weight. When I open them again, my eyes meet his and our worlds collide. What I see reflected in the cold, clear green of his gaze is enough to twist my guts as it has countless times before. I should be used to it by now, this feeling, but this time is different. This time something must change. This time is the last.
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He is kneeling over me. I can feel his heat. My stained fingers clutch and bury themselves in the fabric of his jacket. They leave bloody prints and I absently wonder if he will destroy the garment because of that. Because I have tainted it, touched it. Left my mark. Snape, the murdering bastard.
So it has come to this, life's end on a cold, hard, wooden floor, lifeblood soaking into the dusty cracks between the boards, flowing in stop-start fashion along the uneven surface to pool in a shallow depression left, perhaps, by the heel of a once-stamped boot. Already, motes of grey speckle the dark red surface, swirling languidly in minute whirlpools, before stilling to form subtly shifting patterns. There is no pain, only an ache deep, deep in my chest where I have often imagined my soul would exist… if I had not sold it; if I believed in such things. With every precious drop that adds its volume to the darkening pool around me, I feel lighter, cleaner… almost absolved as the filth that has been my life, seeps away. This end, that I knew would have to come, seems easier than I had imagined it would be. If not for… If only…
I close my eyes and with a small sigh, stop the thought that has burned in my mind year after year. The world seems silent, almost peaceful but for the ringing in my ears and the sound of his uneven breathing as he strains to hold my weight. When I open them again, my eyes meet his and our worlds collide. What I see reflected in the cold, clear green of his gaze is enough to twist my guts as it has countless times before. I should be used to it by now, this feeling, but this time is different. This time something must change. This time is the last.
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