Ghosts (repost), Snape/OFC, 33/48
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rmGhosts (repost), Snape/OFC, 33/48
Rating: G – hard-R; this chapter G
Author’s Notes:
If you don’t know what this is, please read this.
Despite a recent tune-up, this was written in 2001 and is not compliant with the current state of the HP universe.
Your feedback and commentary are always welcome, even for a time capsule such as this.
You can find all chapters here.
If you’re looking for slash, het, poly, Book-6 compliant Slytherin backstory please visit the recently updated Fascilis Descensus Averno a WIP written with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kalichan. It features Severus Snape, Lucius & Narcissa Malfoy, Bellatrix & Rodolphus Lestrange and Regulus Black and mostly takes place in 1979 – 1981 but has forays both significantly forward and back in time.
Disclaimer: It’s JKR’s world, I just mess about with it.
By the fourth game, Allosia had managed to loose by less than twenty stones. While not enough to reduce her handicap, it was enough to see that at least initially, she would learn quickly. Even if he had ten years of experience on her with this, it was important for her to catch up, to be the equal she was not when their friendship first began.
"Do you want to play again?" he asked, looking up from the just cleared board.
"You're tired," she said.
"I find go to be exceptionally mentally strenuous."
Allosia wavered for a moment and nodded.
"The more you understand it, the harder it gets. You'll see."
She chuckled.
"What?" he asked, more confused than annoyed.
"It's a bit like you. Doesn't seem that complicated at first." She rolled her eyes as she finished the sentence.
"Please tell me that of all the dreadful opinions that exist out there about me that simple isn't one of them."
"Not really. But it wouldn't surprise me if people look at you and decide you're just afraid of people or jealous of everyone or hate yourself and let it go at that."
He smirked. "Without asking why."
Allosia nodded. "Without wondering who you are when you're alone. Without considering if the words in your head are different than the ones that come out of your mouth."
"You go too far; I assure you most of my commentary is very well considered."
"You know what I mean."
"I wish you wouldn't always bow out of arguments like that."
"But it's true."
"It makes you look weak."
She tried not to bristle at the disgust in his voice. "But what do you know?"
"That your tenacity makes you dangerous to everyone, including yourself. That your intuition is good enough to make the word mean something. That I am constantly blessed and mystified by your presence." He smiled unkindly, as if to ask if that was what she wanted to hear, but then his face gentled. After all, everything he had just said was true. "What is it you want with me anyway?"
"You mean other than the sex?" She winced at the artlessness of her dodge.
"You mean other than the frustration?" he said with a chuckle.
"Fine." She'd have to come up with something. She knew he'd just sit there, staring at her over his steepled fingers until she did. She sighed. "A refuge, it seems."
"From?"
"The slow, the stupid, the pointless."
"The students you mean?" There was immense amusement and pleasure in his voice.
"No, I don't mean the students,” she mocked. "I mean the world out there, and, hell, the world in here," and she said and pressed her index finger hard to the front of her head.
He nodded solemnly.
She lowered her hand from her face and reached out across the board for his hand. Looking him in the eye in a way that demanded he hold her gaze, she whispered his name and said, "I don’t know what either of us wants or what either of us is capable of, but with no requests, no intentions, I want you to know that I do love you, my very dear friend."
He squeezed her hand. "You honour me," he said, clearly uncomfortable. "And I care for you as I do no other creature on this earth. But I will not echo your words back at you. Not because they are not true, and not because I don't feel them, but echoes are meaningless and dangerous. I hope you understand that."
She nodded and closed her eyes very slowly. Opening them again, and looking right at him, she gave him the biggest smile she could manage without opening her mouth. There was a sadness to the moment, a reason it was happening now, and they both knew it.
He got up from the table without releasing her hand. "Sleep now," he said, tilting his head towards the alcove.
Rating: G – hard-R; this chapter G
Author’s Notes:
kalichan. It features Severus Snape, Lucius & Narcissa Malfoy, Bellatrix & Rodolphus Lestrange and Regulus Black and mostly takes place in 1979 – 1981 but has forays both significantly forward and back in time. Disclaimer: It’s JKR’s world, I just mess about with it.
By the fourth game, Allosia had managed to loose by less than twenty stones. While not enough to reduce her handicap, it was enough to see that at least initially, she would learn quickly. Even if he had ten years of experience on her with this, it was important for her to catch up, to be the equal she was not when their friendship first began.
"Do you want to play again?" he asked, looking up from the just cleared board.
"You're tired," she said.
"I find go to be exceptionally mentally strenuous."
Allosia wavered for a moment and nodded.
"The more you understand it, the harder it gets. You'll see."
She chuckled.
"What?" he asked, more confused than annoyed.
"It's a bit like you. Doesn't seem that complicated at first." She rolled her eyes as she finished the sentence.
"Please tell me that of all the dreadful opinions that exist out there about me that simple isn't one of them."
"Not really. But it wouldn't surprise me if people look at you and decide you're just afraid of people or jealous of everyone or hate yourself and let it go at that."
He smirked. "Without asking why."
Allosia nodded. "Without wondering who you are when you're alone. Without considering if the words in your head are different than the ones that come out of your mouth."
"You go too far; I assure you most of my commentary is very well considered."
"You know what I mean."
"I wish you wouldn't always bow out of arguments like that."
"But it's true."
"It makes you look weak."
She tried not to bristle at the disgust in his voice. "But what do you know?"
"That your tenacity makes you dangerous to everyone, including yourself. That your intuition is good enough to make the word mean something. That I am constantly blessed and mystified by your presence." He smiled unkindly, as if to ask if that was what she wanted to hear, but then his face gentled. After all, everything he had just said was true. "What is it you want with me anyway?"
"You mean other than the sex?" She winced at the artlessness of her dodge.
"You mean other than the frustration?" he said with a chuckle.
"Fine." She'd have to come up with something. She knew he'd just sit there, staring at her over his steepled fingers until she did. She sighed. "A refuge, it seems."
"From?"
"The slow, the stupid, the pointless."
"The students you mean?" There was immense amusement and pleasure in his voice.
"No, I don't mean the students,” she mocked. "I mean the world out there, and, hell, the world in here," and she said and pressed her index finger hard to the front of her head.
He nodded solemnly.
She lowered her hand from her face and reached out across the board for his hand. Looking him in the eye in a way that demanded he hold her gaze, she whispered his name and said, "I don’t know what either of us wants or what either of us is capable of, but with no requests, no intentions, I want you to know that I do love you, my very dear friend."
He squeezed her hand. "You honour me," he said, clearly uncomfortable. "And I care for you as I do no other creature on this earth. But I will not echo your words back at you. Not because they are not true, and not because I don't feel them, but echoes are meaningless and dangerous. I hope you understand that."
She nodded and closed her eyes very slowly. Opening them again, and looking right at him, she gave him the biggest smile she could manage without opening her mouth. There was a sadness to the moment, a reason it was happening now, and they both knew it.
He got up from the table without releasing her hand. "Sleep now," he said, tilting his head towards the alcove.
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Date: 2006-09-29 03:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-29 03:58 pm (UTC);)
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Date: 2006-09-29 04:25 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-09-29 05:12 pm (UTC)And deliciously articulate. Always a plus in the land of "yeah"s and "okay"s.
Damn. I *really* want your Snape for Yule. *sigh*
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Date: 2006-09-29 05:13 pm (UTC)Thank you so much. I'm really happy I'm finally getting towards the end of this one, as the whole point of this exercise is to finally finish the sequel.
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Date: 2006-09-29 06:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-29 06:11 pm (UTC)And thank you!
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Date: 2006-09-29 06:14 pm (UTC)And I think that's the third "thanks" reply in as many minutes. Feels like I can put making you happy on my 'stuff I got done' list for the day or something.