Severus/Remus
His skin looked the smoothest texture, so pale that Remus wondered why he couldn't make out more than faint blue and purple veins coiling around the other man's knuckles. He envisioned his own fingers snaking around those hands, tracing smooth patterns between each ridge.
He imagined the other would feel cool against his touch. That his sallow skin would melt against the heat like the last of the snow he could see through a window in the Great Hall. It delighted Remus when the others hand twitched, his long fingers drumming an impatient beat into the fine wooden table.
Remus purposely stretched too much, bringing his knee to rest against the others left leg. He had no way to explain his behaviour and no desire to do so either, for he knew any attempt at conversation would be met with aged insults. I want to hate you. Those were the thoughts that burned on the tip if his tongue, longing to be vocalised. But it's too hard.
"Tell me what you are thinking," he asked. He could see the tension in the other man's jaw, the way it trembled with pressure and Remus was sure if he listened intently he would hear teeth grinding unpleasantly.
"I do not need to say it for you to hear me and you do not need to hear me to know what I am thinking," Severus drawled and with those blank eyes one could only master with years of deceit, he finished with "We are too far gone."
Remus had run out of words, save for the few that lingered near the tip of his tongue, slightly edited after Severus' reply. I want to hate you. He dared not say it. And you're making it possible.
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It has been a very long time since I last put pen to paper with a Harry Potter story being the end result. I am hoping that there will be many more to come. I also hope that you're going to come along for the ride and that we can keep the magic alive together.
