Et bein salut Marie! Cette fic est pour toi, pour ton annif! Je ne sais pas si tu vas aimer, j'èspere que oui...
This fic is for my friend Marie on her birthday (which is the same date as Lily Evans'!), just so you know I didn't forget. It's not very long, but I hope you like it.
In case people don't get it, there is an explanation at the bottom.
Sea of green
He used to drown in her eyes. Those fascinating pools of emerald green, glinting in anger or warm with happiness, they held an attraction for him that could not be put into words.
He could stare into them for hours on end, and – as a child – often would, playing that staring game where the first one to blink would lose.
He had never lost a game.
Over the years he got to know every shade her eyes could take on. Slightly darker when content, light – almost frozen over – when she was angry, that sparkle that would take over when she felt mischievous, the curious way they clouded over when she thought of James, all these and more were permanently etched into his brain.
He had often wondered what appearance they would have if she looked at him with love and adoration, but he had given up on the hope of ever getting the opportunity to find out once he had called her that name.
He had memorised every nuance her eyes held, every emotion they could express, and it was those memories that had kept him going through the worst years of his life.
And now, 30 years since the last time she had looked at him with any sentiment in the gaze, he was drowning all over again.
Oh, he knew it could cost him his reputation, his job, even the ice-cold stone block in his chest, but he couldn't help it.
Harry Potter was looking at him with pleading eyes, and he couldn't help but drown.
He never could deal with emotions, and Lily had never let him learn how to swim.
Explanation: Snape loved Lily, and his fascination with her eyes came back to him because of Harry.
As always, read and review!
Love,
Moretta