𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 .ᐟ

i'm trying to be better than my father, i am, but my mother says she can see his eyes in me.

tell me yours.

{ the statement amuses him, and it's only the glare that accompanies it that produces a flash of uncertainty in his gaze. but then severus softens under his touch, and he feels a rush of——— relief. /affection/. and as always, a touch of +

i haven't even begun to approach vulgar yet.

muggle idiom, though i'd happily gnaw on /you/ instead.

{ he can't keep the predatory gleam from his eyes, fingers twisting into the front of snape's robes so he can't get away. } what .ᐣ didn't you miss me .ᐣ { not too rough, doesn't actually want to scare him, just enough pressure to move +

gnawing at the bars of my enclosure

{ /maybe/. and maybe sirius should be slightly more heedful of the attention he draws, but he's swiftly upon snape anyway, hand extended to push him back, around a corner and into a more deserted stretch of hallway. }

{ a whispered confession, curled close into his side in the dark——— } i trust you with my life.

tell me everything， even if you have to hurt me a little. no one in the world will love anything you do as much as i do.

show your face and finish what you started.

did he, really? or are you just trying to get attention by suggesting my friend took part in such an atrocious act?

apparently, otherwise i wouldn’t have asked.