Another Bite of the Apple
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snape100Title: Another Bite of the Apple
Rating: PG
Author:dueltastic
Word Count: 100 x 4
Challenge:snape100 #436 - Snow White
Once upon a time – a phrase surely much-detested by the subject of our story – a tale reached its end, which is a seemingly inauspicious place for our story to begin. However, endings are rarely tidy and wars even less so, as a number of the older and less impressionable witches and wizards of his acquaintance could tell you. (Severus Snape, in his lifetime, had little use for the overly-impressionable. None that boded well for anyone, at any rate.) It was indeed a war, ending messily, as these things do, and Severus Snape's life had likewise reached its end.
Those wizards and witches who had been around this particular block a time or two knew there were certain proprieties to be upheld, a round-up of the living and an accounting for the dead. As someone who had nearly killed him herself that day for reasons not unrelated to his own wartime actions, Minerva McGonagall found that Snape was part of her personal accounting. She stood stock-still, a strange mixture of sympathy and pity on her face for the man on the ground, his pale, snow-white skin ghostly against black hair and clothing, stained red by blood at his throat.
If he was beautiful just then, it was the sorrow over all the things that might have become better if he'd lived, over all the moments lost and gone. Severus was vulnerable and alone in death. She'd seen him vulnerable before, achingly so, in rare moments when he'd allowed himself the comfort of another person's companionship. If she knelt and kissed him, it was for those times. And if that implication shocks, dear reader, it must be remembered that this is no fairy tale about noble princes and withered, ugly witches, just a story about tired people and untidy endings.
Which made it all the more strange when, as Minerva's lips moved against his and her hand stroked his face, something in his throat dislodged; a chunk of something he'd swallowed as his strength failed. When the antivenin-infused bezoar reached Snape's stomach, he shuddered and his eyes fluttered open.
"Oh, for heaven's sake," muttered Minerva.
"With a kiss, Minerva?" said Severus, as witheringly as he could in his weakened condition.
"We shall never tell a soul," she said. "It's too ridiculous for words."
Snape nodded and closed his eyes, clutching her hand tightly as she worked to stop his bleeding.
Rating: PG
Author:
dueltastic Word Count: 100 x 4
Challenge:
snape100 #436 - Snow WhiteOnce upon a time – a phrase surely much-detested by the subject of our story – a tale reached its end, which is a seemingly inauspicious place for our story to begin. However, endings are rarely tidy and wars even less so, as a number of the older and less impressionable witches and wizards of his acquaintance could tell you. (Severus Snape, in his lifetime, had little use for the overly-impressionable. None that boded well for anyone, at any rate.) It was indeed a war, ending messily, as these things do, and Severus Snape's life had likewise reached its end.
Those wizards and witches who had been around this particular block a time or two knew there were certain proprieties to be upheld, a round-up of the living and an accounting for the dead. As someone who had nearly killed him herself that day for reasons not unrelated to his own wartime actions, Minerva McGonagall found that Snape was part of her personal accounting. She stood stock-still, a strange mixture of sympathy and pity on her face for the man on the ground, his pale, snow-white skin ghostly against black hair and clothing, stained red by blood at his throat.
If he was beautiful just then, it was the sorrow over all the things that might have become better if he'd lived, over all the moments lost and gone. Severus was vulnerable and alone in death. She'd seen him vulnerable before, achingly so, in rare moments when he'd allowed himself the comfort of another person's companionship. If she knelt and kissed him, it was for those times. And if that implication shocks, dear reader, it must be remembered that this is no fairy tale about noble princes and withered, ugly witches, just a story about tired people and untidy endings.
Which made it all the more strange when, as Minerva's lips moved against his and her hand stroked his face, something in his throat dislodged; a chunk of something he'd swallowed as his strength failed. When the antivenin-infused bezoar reached Snape's stomach, he shuddered and his eyes fluttered open.
"Oh, for heaven's sake," muttered Minerva.
"With a kiss, Minerva?" said Severus, as witheringly as he could in his weakened condition.
"We shall never tell a soul," she said. "It's too ridiculous for words."
Snape nodded and closed his eyes, clutching her hand tightly as she worked to stop his bleeding.
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Date: 2012-06-07 02:00 pm (UTC)