1Severus was in his dungeon classroom, bent over one of his cauldrons, his forearm extended. The Dark Mark was jet black; the snake portruding from the skull's mouth was silently hissing, mocking Severus' pain.
"Master calls me." He spat bitterly, rolling down the sleeve carefully. Remus took his arm and rolled the sleeve back up. He planted a kiss on the Potion master's morbid parody of a tattoo and looked into his eyes.
"I will be here with you," He said, then swallowed hard, eyes misting over with what seemed to be mournful tears, "No matter what happens... I'm devoted."