Cold Cold Heart - Norah Jones, Ereli, and Shakespeare
I've tried so hard my dear to show
That you're my every dream
Yet you're afraid each thing I do
Is just some evil scheme
Snape stared silently at the scotch in his hand, swilling it about in the glass, savouring the heady scent. The potent liquid seemed to glow golden, as golden as her eyes in the morning sun. But in the evening they darkened, hiding secrets not meant for his eyes. Not meant for him. She was not meant for him. She of the secrets, she of the lying eyes.
A memory from your lonesome past
Keeps us so far apart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
And melt your cold cold heart
All women were the same. You give them your heart, they give you their word, and then they crush your soul, taking away all joyful promises and whispers of sugar and jasmine. Crush you like flower which only blooms with the desert rain. And all the warmth and the sun fade away, turning to ice and soul-shattering cold
Another love before my time
Made your heart sad an' blue
And so my heart is paying now
For things I didn't do
He had to push her away, away from him, from his heart, his life. Or she would turn out the same as the Queen. She would strangle him with her honeyed looks and her pale hands and her untamed hair. She was beautiful, and he could love her. They could have a long life together and they could be happy.but life was not a fantasy. He could not take the heartbreak again.
In anger unkind words are said
That make the teardrops start
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
And melt your cold cold heart
He was drunk, he knew. He had been drunk that afternoon as well, when he had lost control. He couldn't remember what had happened, really. He had screamed, he knew. Screamed how she lied, and didn't love him, and would tear him apart. He had made her cry and curse him and run out of the room.
Snape tossed back the scotch, gasping as it burned through his throat. He captured the heat in his heart, letting it thaw him out.
"What's gone and what's past help
Should be past grief."
Snape whispered, before returned to the glass.
A.N. The quote at the end is from Shakespeare, A Winter's Tale specifically. Guess who Snape's love is? Raspberry Freddo's to the person that gets it right
I've tried so hard my dear to show
That you're my every dream
Yet you're afraid each thing I do
Is just some evil scheme
Snape stared silently at the scotch in his hand, swilling it about in the glass, savouring the heady scent. The potent liquid seemed to glow golden, as golden as her eyes in the morning sun. But in the evening they darkened, hiding secrets not meant for his eyes. Not meant for him. She was not meant for him. She of the secrets, she of the lying eyes.
A memory from your lonesome past
Keeps us so far apart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
And melt your cold cold heart
All women were the same. You give them your heart, they give you their word, and then they crush your soul, taking away all joyful promises and whispers of sugar and jasmine. Crush you like flower which only blooms with the desert rain. And all the warmth and the sun fade away, turning to ice and soul-shattering cold
Another love before my time
Made your heart sad an' blue
And so my heart is paying now
For things I didn't do
He had to push her away, away from him, from his heart, his life. Or she would turn out the same as the Queen. She would strangle him with her honeyed looks and her pale hands and her untamed hair. She was beautiful, and he could love her. They could have a long life together and they could be happy.but life was not a fantasy. He could not take the heartbreak again.
In anger unkind words are said
That make the teardrops start
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
And melt your cold cold heart
He was drunk, he knew. He had been drunk that afternoon as well, when he had lost control. He couldn't remember what had happened, really. He had screamed, he knew. Screamed how she lied, and didn't love him, and would tear him apart. He had made her cry and curse him and run out of the room.
Snape tossed back the scotch, gasping as it burned through his throat. He captured the heat in his heart, letting it thaw him out.
"What's gone and what's past help
Should be past grief."
Snape whispered, before returned to the glass.
A.N. The quote at the end is from Shakespeare, A Winter's Tale specifically. Guess who Snape's love is? Raspberry Freddo's to the person that gets it right
