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Severus Snape/Regulus Black- Severus' point of view-current era
-*-Your eyes, like midnight fireflies, light up the trenches where my heart
lies-*-
His eyes...I can still remember them to this day. I remember them as his most amazing physical feature. More delicate then his pale skin that was perfectly stretched over his gently defined muscles that I stroked lovingly every night. Softer then the near-black waves that framed his frail face that I covered in kisses every chance I got. Deeper, brighter, and more beautiful then the star that he was named after that we searched the heavens for and gazed at during the summer months. They were such a brilliant shade of navy blue with a beautiful light that gave the illusion of flecks of silver, gold, and violet. He followed me into darkness and I tried to bring him back out. It took the light out of his eyes, took everything I loved away, he was a different person then. On the last evening we shared together he was himself again, alive, young, loving, and beautiful. It was as if he knew it would be his last day alive. I was there when the Dark Lord killed him, it was too late to save him, I tried so hard too. I was there when they buried him, I was considered family, and my heart ached as much as his mother's did. And now, fifteen years have passed, things have changed around me, but I still feel the same heart- ache. My body and my life has matured, but inside...I'm still that terrified, insecure, fifteen year old that needs the comfort he gave me, the comfort I can never have again.
I don't own anything, I'm not making any money, don't sue me.
Severus Snape/Regulus Black- Severus' point of view-current era
-*-Your eyes, like midnight fireflies, light up the trenches where my heart
lies-*-
His eyes...I can still remember them to this day. I remember them as his most amazing physical feature. More delicate then his pale skin that was perfectly stretched over his gently defined muscles that I stroked lovingly every night. Softer then the near-black waves that framed his frail face that I covered in kisses every chance I got. Deeper, brighter, and more beautiful then the star that he was named after that we searched the heavens for and gazed at during the summer months. They were such a brilliant shade of navy blue with a beautiful light that gave the illusion of flecks of silver, gold, and violet. He followed me into darkness and I tried to bring him back out. It took the light out of his eyes, took everything I loved away, he was a different person then. On the last evening we shared together he was himself again, alive, young, loving, and beautiful. It was as if he knew it would be his last day alive. I was there when the Dark Lord killed him, it was too late to save him, I tried so hard too. I was there when they buried him, I was considered family, and my heart ached as much as his mother's did. And now, fifteen years have passed, things have changed around me, but I still feel the same heart- ache. My body and my life has matured, but inside...I'm still that terrified, insecure, fifteen year old that needs the comfort he gave me, the comfort I can never have again.