DISCLAIMER: Not mine, none of it. Oh sure, Severus is chained naked to my bed, but
he doesn't really belong to me. He could leave if he wanted to – in theory.
PLOT: What plot? This is Severus thinking about Lily, and vice versa. But not really. But
sort of. You'll figure it out when you read. Promise.
RATING: PG, and it's probably the appropriate one too.
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A shadow within a shadow, Severus Snape sat in the shade of a weeping willow,
surrounded by books and notes, theories and ideas. The setting would have been ideal for
studying, had his Gryffindor counterparts not decided on a picnic by the lake and picked
a spot directly in his line of vision. He could hear lilting laughter, and in a rare moment of
abandon he allowed himself a glimpse of her. Of her.
Lilith Marie Evans, in black ink and swirling script, was the name that graced the
top of her school papers. His dark eyes studied her from his vantage point. Her skin was
as soft and white as her namesake, but in truth she did not need the title to be a flower.
Her body was as supple and lithe as a stem. Her eyes reflected the green of devoted grass,
each blade bowing to their goddess in the wind. Her lips were gentle rose petals, inviting
dreams and desires from the hopeless victims of her charms. He lowered his eyes to the
ground in front of him and fought a blush. Above all else, he longed to press his own lips
against hers, and for her to reciprocate with equal fervor, but he knew that it could never
be. While Lily was a flower, beauty in its greatest form, he was but a weed among her
worshipful tufts of grass, a blemish upon the Earth feeding upon the life of those around
him and leaving them for dead.
He glanced upward once again to see her hair, glinting in the sunlight and dancing
in the wind, resembling for a fleeting instant the fire he so desperately wanted to see in
her eyes and in her soul burning only for him. The dull ache of sorrow washed over him
in unsympathetic waves as he gathered up his belongings and headed back toward the
castle, stealing one more glance at her. Lily maiden, sweetest of angels, and so far
beyond his reach.
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Please oh please review!
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Added author's notes: I decided that this was going to be a one-shot fic. It does, however, exist in the same reality of my new fic, "I Will Buy You A New Life". Not that I'm suggesting anything. (READ IT!)
he doesn't really belong to me. He could leave if he wanted to – in theory.
PLOT: What plot? This is Severus thinking about Lily, and vice versa. But not really. But
sort of. You'll figure it out when you read. Promise.
RATING: PG, and it's probably the appropriate one too.
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A shadow within a shadow, Severus Snape sat in the shade of a weeping willow,
surrounded by books and notes, theories and ideas. The setting would have been ideal for
studying, had his Gryffindor counterparts not decided on a picnic by the lake and picked
a spot directly in his line of vision. He could hear lilting laughter, and in a rare moment of
abandon he allowed himself a glimpse of her. Of her.
Lilith Marie Evans, in black ink and swirling script, was the name that graced the
top of her school papers. His dark eyes studied her from his vantage point. Her skin was
as soft and white as her namesake, but in truth she did not need the title to be a flower.
Her body was as supple and lithe as a stem. Her eyes reflected the green of devoted grass,
each blade bowing to their goddess in the wind. Her lips were gentle rose petals, inviting
dreams and desires from the hopeless victims of her charms. He lowered his eyes to the
ground in front of him and fought a blush. Above all else, he longed to press his own lips
against hers, and for her to reciprocate with equal fervor, but he knew that it could never
be. While Lily was a flower, beauty in its greatest form, he was but a weed among her
worshipful tufts of grass, a blemish upon the Earth feeding upon the life of those around
him and leaving them for dead.
He glanced upward once again to see her hair, glinting in the sunlight and dancing
in the wind, resembling for a fleeting instant the fire he so desperately wanted to see in
her eyes and in her soul burning only for him. The dull ache of sorrow washed over him
in unsympathetic waves as he gathered up his belongings and headed back toward the
castle, stealing one more glance at her. Lily maiden, sweetest of angels, and so far
beyond his reach.
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Please oh please review!
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Added author's notes: I decided that this was going to be a one-shot fic. It does, however, exist in the same reality of my new fic, "I Will Buy You A New Life". Not that I'm suggesting anything. (READ IT!)