The Suvian Curse
by Meg
Chapter 1: A Beautiful Awakening
Disclaimer: All things Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling, all things Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong to Joss Whedon, and all things from Middle-Earth belong to Tolkien. I've just borrowed them for fun.
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The sun fell in soft beams of grey on the bedspread, slowly licking upwards over his face. He sighed, opening a jet-black eye and screwing it shut again to protect its precious retina from the light. Then he stirred and stretched, looking at the large, ebony, ancient grandfather clock that ticked peacefully across the room. Seven o'clock, time to get up.
Severus Snape slipped out of his bed and casually strolled to the bathroom. He entered the shower and let the hot water gush over his alabaster skin. Lemongrass-scented suds slipped over his muscular chest, his strong arms and his long legs. When he was done, he exited the shower cubicle and performed a Mouthwashing Charm, which guaranteed white teeth and sweet minty breath for the rest of the day.
He looked at himself in the mirror. The morning light flooded the bathroom and made him look incredibly handsome. His black eyes were slightly grey in the morning, when they were still hazy from sleep, but soon they would find their perfect jet-black brilliance. His soft, silky hair shone with iridescent highlights under the sun, as he combed it carefully. It fell around his face and onto his shoulders, framing it perfectly, creating a stark contrast with his porcelain skin. He observed his nose. It was big, indeed - but it was in perfect proportion with the rest of his features, his well-defined cheekbones and his strong chin. It only served to make him look more masculine.
Severus slipped on a pair of green silk boxers, wiggling his perfect buttocks against the sensual fabric. He then drew his robes around him. They were of thick black silk, with discrete silver embroideries on the collar and torso. He closed the Chinese-style buttons carefully over the fine black down on his chest, and looked at himself in the mirror. Perfect. He was ready to face the world.
He stepped out of the bathroom and into his room. He looked around proudly at the heavy velvet curtains on his ancient four-poster bed. Each curtain was embroidered in silver with magical elvish runes which told of his genealogy. Few people knew that he was in fact a descendent of the famed Lord Elrond, from his son Elrohir. Of course, over the millennia, the elvish features had faded, but in Severus there was still the beautiful elvish complexion, their tall, finely muscled figure and their enthralling charisma.
Severus sat on the emerald satin of his sheets to pull on his black dragon-hide boots. The House-Elves, who all adored him, would make his bed once he left the room, and he smiled softly as he thought of how the kind House Elves left a chocolate on his pillow every night. People would have thought, on seeing how strict Severus was when giving his lessons, that he was a cruel man. But as soon as he exited his classroom, he became amicable. Every staff member respected him for that.
Just as he was about to leave his room, Severus Snape looked again at himself in the silver-gilt mirror which hung on his wall. Why hadn't he yet been able to find true love, with such beautiful features?
He blinked. Something was wrong, very wrong. Once more, he looked at his beautiful face in the mirror, and even though he frowned, he still looked... pretty. And he'd just caught himself thinking of True Love.
Frightened, Severus Snape sped towards Professor Dumbledore's office, his intricately woven robes billowing luxuriously around him.
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To be continued
by Meg
Chapter 1: A Beautiful Awakening
Disclaimer: All things Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling, all things Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong to Joss Whedon, and all things from Middle-Earth belong to Tolkien. I've just borrowed them for fun.
***
The sun fell in soft beams of grey on the bedspread, slowly licking upwards over his face. He sighed, opening a jet-black eye and screwing it shut again to protect its precious retina from the light. Then he stirred and stretched, looking at the large, ebony, ancient grandfather clock that ticked peacefully across the room. Seven o'clock, time to get up.
Severus Snape slipped out of his bed and casually strolled to the bathroom. He entered the shower and let the hot water gush over his alabaster skin. Lemongrass-scented suds slipped over his muscular chest, his strong arms and his long legs. When he was done, he exited the shower cubicle and performed a Mouthwashing Charm, which guaranteed white teeth and sweet minty breath for the rest of the day.
He looked at himself in the mirror. The morning light flooded the bathroom and made him look incredibly handsome. His black eyes were slightly grey in the morning, when they were still hazy from sleep, but soon they would find their perfect jet-black brilliance. His soft, silky hair shone with iridescent highlights under the sun, as he combed it carefully. It fell around his face and onto his shoulders, framing it perfectly, creating a stark contrast with his porcelain skin. He observed his nose. It was big, indeed - but it was in perfect proportion with the rest of his features, his well-defined cheekbones and his strong chin. It only served to make him look more masculine.
Severus slipped on a pair of green silk boxers, wiggling his perfect buttocks against the sensual fabric. He then drew his robes around him. They were of thick black silk, with discrete silver embroideries on the collar and torso. He closed the Chinese-style buttons carefully over the fine black down on his chest, and looked at himself in the mirror. Perfect. He was ready to face the world.
He stepped out of the bathroom and into his room. He looked around proudly at the heavy velvet curtains on his ancient four-poster bed. Each curtain was embroidered in silver with magical elvish runes which told of his genealogy. Few people knew that he was in fact a descendent of the famed Lord Elrond, from his son Elrohir. Of course, over the millennia, the elvish features had faded, but in Severus there was still the beautiful elvish complexion, their tall, finely muscled figure and their enthralling charisma.
Severus sat on the emerald satin of his sheets to pull on his black dragon-hide boots. The House-Elves, who all adored him, would make his bed once he left the room, and he smiled softly as he thought of how the kind House Elves left a chocolate on his pillow every night. People would have thought, on seeing how strict Severus was when giving his lessons, that he was a cruel man. But as soon as he exited his classroom, he became amicable. Every staff member respected him for that.
Just as he was about to leave his room, Severus Snape looked again at himself in the silver-gilt mirror which hung on his wall. Why hadn't he yet been able to find true love, with such beautiful features?
He blinked. Something was wrong, very wrong. Once more, he looked at his beautiful face in the mirror, and even though he frowned, he still looked... pretty. And he'd just caught himself thinking of True Love.
Frightened, Severus Snape sped towards Professor Dumbledore's office, his intricately woven robes billowing luxuriously around him.
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To be continued