My Name: X-Lynn McTavels
Story Title: Sea Star *Until I figure out a different title*
Rating: PG 13
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Chapter Two:
~*Only dreaming*~
Snape woke up with the memory smell of the sea side filling his nostrils. He kept his eyes closed not to lose it once he saw that he was truly in his room at Hogwarts with his dark green curtains that surrounded him in darkness.
"Ah that dream again." He said to himself, yes he had woken up several times with having had the same dream. But what was the dream about he could never remember only the feeling that he had been at the sea side. Unlike his other dreams this one left him to awaken with the sense of being completely rested and at ease with his mind. But the wanting to know something was tugging at his heart. His other dreams were actually that of a nightmarish nature, if he didn't wake up in a cold sweat, it was suppressing a scream. Those he was quite use to by now but this dream leaving him clam and actually not his miserable self disturbed him more then the nightmares of gory detail. For he knew what those were of, oh he knew to well what those were. But this, his only happy dream, that made him yearn for it left him more frightened the others for he didn't know why or what it was. He sat up reluctant to shake off the feeling, but knew it wasn't healthy to hang on to it.
"It was merely a dream...That's all..." The man sighed and went over to the bathroom mirror. He looked into it upon his stress ridden face that was so ready to frown and sneer he knew even more that it was a dream and only that.
"It must be about the beach house." He murmured to his reflection turning on the cold water and splashing his face. "That was the only place I could let my guard down, if only for a moment." He took the green hand towel and dried his face. With that he went back into his bed room and over to his closet going about picking out his robes for the day. Black like most other things in his closet and draws. He owned one pare of green robes and one only, this was due to it being his favorite and house color. His night shirts were gray that was just a lighter black. His under shirts where white but the were always under his black ones, his socks were black save one pare and that was for laundry day. He slipped off his gray night shirt and folding it neatly set it in the dirty clothes hamper, then went on to the task of buttoning his shirt up so that he pressed the dream to the furthest depths of his mind. There it would stay until it could fight it's way past the dark thoughts, fear and paranoia to the little light and senses of plusher he had left after his long life of torture and torturing.
Story Title: Sea Star *Until I figure out a different title*
Rating: PG 13
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Chapter Two:
~*Only dreaming*~
Snape woke up with the memory smell of the sea side filling his nostrils. He kept his eyes closed not to lose it once he saw that he was truly in his room at Hogwarts with his dark green curtains that surrounded him in darkness.
"Ah that dream again." He said to himself, yes he had woken up several times with having had the same dream. But what was the dream about he could never remember only the feeling that he had been at the sea side. Unlike his other dreams this one left him to awaken with the sense of being completely rested and at ease with his mind. But the wanting to know something was tugging at his heart. His other dreams were actually that of a nightmarish nature, if he didn't wake up in a cold sweat, it was suppressing a scream. Those he was quite use to by now but this dream leaving him clam and actually not his miserable self disturbed him more then the nightmares of gory detail. For he knew what those were of, oh he knew to well what those were. But this, his only happy dream, that made him yearn for it left him more frightened the others for he didn't know why or what it was. He sat up reluctant to shake off the feeling, but knew it wasn't healthy to hang on to it.
"It was merely a dream...That's all..." The man sighed and went over to the bathroom mirror. He looked into it upon his stress ridden face that was so ready to frown and sneer he knew even more that it was a dream and only that.
"It must be about the beach house." He murmured to his reflection turning on the cold water and splashing his face. "That was the only place I could let my guard down, if only for a moment." He took the green hand towel and dried his face. With that he went back into his bed room and over to his closet going about picking out his robes for the day. Black like most other things in his closet and draws. He owned one pare of green robes and one only, this was due to it being his favorite and house color. His night shirts were gray that was just a lighter black. His under shirts where white but the were always under his black ones, his socks were black save one pare and that was for laundry day. He slipped off his gray night shirt and folding it neatly set it in the dirty clothes hamper, then went on to the task of buttoning his shirt up so that he pressed the dream to the furthest depths of his mind. There it would stay until it could fight it's way past the dark thoughts, fear and paranoia to the little light and senses of plusher he had left after his long life of torture and torturing.