Characters/Pairing: Severus
Rating: G / K
Warnings: Second person
A/N: This was the first fic I ever wrote. Written for snape100 challenge #196, "Sleep".
Severus Snape softens somewhat in sleep. Somewhat: you doubt if anything could ever completely smooth him to satin. But asleep, he becomes a little more delicate, graceful, if that can be said of someone lying still and breathing. Surrounded by the deep black of his hair, his pale face reminds you a little of the waning moon about to slip behind the horizon as the night grows old and tired. You brush a strand of hair out of his eyes and he takes one deeper breath, a little sigh.
Softer, yes.
But even the moon is still made of stone.