Severus Snape isn't mine. None of this is mine!
********************************************************************* No idea when or why this might be happening, but not during the 4 books. This is Snape's monologue when talking to shrink or maybe just a deep conversation with a stranger. Snape is out-of-character, but then again, we've never seen him out of interaction-with-schooly-things circumstances. **********************************************************************
My lover and I never kiss.
No, don't look at me like that!
It's not as if we're in one of those "strange" relationships, or just in it for the sex.
No, "strange" wouldn't be enough to describe it.
You see, Miss, Damien isn't...well...human.
Nor lycanthrope.
Nor merperson.
Nor centaur. Nor reverse-Animagus. Nor goblin. Nor unicorn or even any other creature that humans classify as *sentient* beings.
I can tell by the quirk in your mouth that you know where this is going.
But, really! It's not like that.
The parts that people see may be a little err. horrifying, but Miss, you should see what's underneath his cloak. *ahem* Never mind.. And so what?, his skin is a bit scabby, but seriously, who's never had a scab? I have one on my knee right now!
And his eyes aren't disgusting, they're just not in existence. Some pirates don't have eyes. Damien just doesn't like the way eye patches chafe his skin.
And, as I'm sure you know, Dementors walk around absorbing joy and spreading gloom and utter despair.
But Damien doesn't do that!
Well... maybe just a little.
But he's peer-pressured!!! Don't you see?!
Damien is different from the rest of them. He can love. I know it because he..loves me.
...
Well, no, he's never actually said it, but that's just because he kind of... can't talk, and he knows that I don't like it when he hisses.
But I do know that he loves me, Miss, as much as I love him. Because when he touches me, he's so gentle. And when he's around me, he smells like lilac and jasmine honey, rather than decaying, rotting flesh.
That's right! He even bathes for me, since he knows how much I love it when he's clean.
But the main reason that I KNOW that he loves me is that no matter how much he wants to, no matter how hard his brothers pressure him, no matter how forcefully his instinct compels him to, Damien never kisses me.
********************************************************************* No idea when or why this might be happening, but not during the 4 books. This is Snape's monologue when talking to shrink or maybe just a deep conversation with a stranger. Snape is out-of-character, but then again, we've never seen him out of interaction-with-schooly-things circumstances. **********************************************************************
My lover and I never kiss.
No, don't look at me like that!
It's not as if we're in one of those "strange" relationships, or just in it for the sex.
No, "strange" wouldn't be enough to describe it.
You see, Miss, Damien isn't...well...human.
Nor lycanthrope.
Nor merperson.
Nor centaur. Nor reverse-Animagus. Nor goblin. Nor unicorn or even any other creature that humans classify as *sentient* beings.
I can tell by the quirk in your mouth that you know where this is going.
But, really! It's not like that.
The parts that people see may be a little err. horrifying, but Miss, you should see what's underneath his cloak. *ahem* Never mind.. And so what?, his skin is a bit scabby, but seriously, who's never had a scab? I have one on my knee right now!
And his eyes aren't disgusting, they're just not in existence. Some pirates don't have eyes. Damien just doesn't like the way eye patches chafe his skin.
And, as I'm sure you know, Dementors walk around absorbing joy and spreading gloom and utter despair.
But Damien doesn't do that!
Well... maybe just a little.
But he's peer-pressured!!! Don't you see?!
Damien is different from the rest of them. He can love. I know it because he..loves me.
...
Well, no, he's never actually said it, but that's just because he kind of... can't talk, and he knows that I don't like it when he hisses.
But I do know that he loves me, Miss, as much as I love him. Because when he touches me, he's so gentle. And when he's around me, he smells like lilac and jasmine honey, rather than decaying, rotting flesh.
That's right! He even bathes for me, since he knows how much I love it when he's clean.
But the main reason that I KNOW that he loves me is that no matter how much he wants to, no matter how hard his brothers pressure him, no matter how forcefully his instinct compels him to, Damien never kisses me.