Warning: Slash. Men kissing men.
Dedication: This is for Piri, because I know you love this series and because you play the best damn Remus there is. :-)
Author's Note: So I took some time off my other works to go back and update some of my older stories. No, I haven't given up on this (or any other) series. I've just been going slow on the writing. Anyway, here's the next installation of the Many Lives Of Severus Snape. :-) Enjoy!
French Revolution
The dark nothingness was almost familiar now. Severus hardly gave it a thought, endured it easily until he opened his eyes again, finding himself in a small and dark room. He was sitting on the floor, head leaned back against the wall. He was male, thankfully, and tired and hungry.
"Seville? Sev, are you awake?"
The question was most likely directed to him. It was, because he felt his body moving, his head turning to look at a rather earnest, tow headed young man.
"Yes, Rene, I am awake." Severus/Seville leaned his head back again, with a heavy sigh.
"How long do you think we're going to be down here?
"I don't know."
"I hate it down here." Rene moved closer to Seville, his frame shuddering. "I wish this were all over..."
"We all wish this were over." Seville pulled the other man closer, stroking his hair softly. Severus decided that the other man was is lover. They were certainly acting that way, at any rate. But the circumstances weren't all that fortuitous. In fact, they were down right foreboding. Huddled in a dark room frightened. It didn't speak much of hope for the near future.
"I'm sorry...I dragged you into this, and I'm so sorry..."
"Never mind, Rene." Seville kissed the top of the other man's head, in an almost dismissive manner.
"No..you wouldn't be here if it weren't for me. And you don't deserve this."
"Do be quiet Rene. As I see it, we are alone, we are in a darkened room, and no one will be bothering us at any time soon. I say we take advantage of it."
"Oh?" Rene tipped up his head, wide blue eyes holding a sad innocence.
"Come here." Seville lowered his own head, their lips meeting in a hesitant kiss that grew in passion as it lasted. They shared a heated embrace, lips and tongues dueling erotically. Severus felt strange, a backseat observer to a rather intimate moment. But...it was *him*. He was the one on the floor with this rather attractive young man.
"Seville...do you hear something?"
Rene pulled back, fear in his eyes. Seville/Severus rose, motioning that Rene stay where he was. He crept silently up a rather unstable set of stairs, pausing at the doorway. There was a knock, a pause, and then two more knocks.
"I bring chickens from my aunt Marie." A rough voice called.
"Are they fresh?" Seville/Severus asked.
"They just laid eggs this morning."
Obviously, it was some sort of code. The door was opened, and a rather burly looking man in a cloak bullied his way into the room, and closed it behind him.
"They're on to us...you're going to have to find somewhere else to hide!"
"Burnell..." Rene had risen, and there was a rather elated note in his voice. Seville/Severus turned, frowning. Was there a bit of jealousy here, perhaps?
"Rene." Burnell nodded, thrusting papers into Seville/Severus' hands. "Here's a map of the sewers...this will take you to another safe house. Rene, I'm taking you with me."
"You're separating us?" Well, Rene didn't sound to happy with that. He came up behind Seville/Severus, resting his head on his shoulder.
"I have to. It'll be easier to hide you both, that way."
"He's right." Seville/Severus turned, kissing Rene briefly. "It's only for a little while, and better alive and separate then together and dead."
"Yes..." Rene didn't seem all that convinced. He sucked at his lower lip, and Severus could sense something *very* familiar about him.
"Come on, Rene." Burnell grabbed the other man's arm. "You can wait until nightfall."
"Yes." Seville/Severus nodded. "Just be careful with him."
"Don't worry, you know I will." Burnell held his hand out, grasping Seville/Severus' hand and shaking it warmly. But there was something that Severus didn't like about this other man, a certain shiftiness that made his suspicious. But there was nothing he could do, save watch the events unfold.
"Could you give us a moment, please?" Rene asked, turning saddened eyes to Burnell.
"Of course." The other man left, most likely standing outside the door. Rene threw himself into Seville's arms, holding him tightly.
"I don't feel right about this...I don't like this at all..."
//Neither do I.//
"It is for the best, Rene." Seville kissed him, tenderly, before giving him a small push towards the door. "And it isn't as if it were for good. I shall see you in less then a week."
"Or never again!"
"Rene, you are a doomsayer! Desist this at once, and get going."
"Think of me..."
"You know I will, now go!" Seville gave him another push, and Rene left the room with lagging footfalls. Seville sat again, and Severus wondered why he was still here. They had been seperated, he had seen his glimpse of this life...but wait. Sounds, outside. Shouting. Seville leapt to his feet, senses on the alert. The door was kicked in, and uniformed men swarmed in...
They had been set up. Burnell had rescued Rene, and left Seville to the soldiers. Obviously they were criminals or revolutionaries of some sort. That bastard! Severus knew he hadn't liked the man in the least. And Rene had been right. He had been suspicious, and with good reason. It seemed they never would see each other again, not until the next life at least.
Which, Severus noted, would be in about ten seconds. The darkness was closing around him, and the room was growing dim. Which he took as a blessing, because he had the feeling he and Seville would be making the journey together...
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