May he finally be getting used to the feeling of contentment he's experiencing in the happy, literary after-life he shares with Lily.
Wishing well to everyone else as well. Happy new year! xxxxx
AwakeWrenching round onto her back, she drew a sharp, desperate gasp of air. It was like splashing her face with cold water, as her skin had got so hot and clammy buried in her pillow. Her face was wet with the condensation from her own, laboured, burning breath.Awake by swordhawthorn
She had been sleeping fitfully. Lying on her front, burrowing her face into her pillow and half suffocating herself. She had been searching for shelter. She had been searching in her dreams for the familiar shelter of the crook of his neck.
Or perhaps she had been writhing in an attempt to escape. To out twist and turn the urgent, bewildered pain that had clutched onto a part of her that she couldn’t reach, and so couldn’t begin to try and prise off.
Would that word ever stop ringing in her ears? Would her lips ever find a refuge to replace the one they had lost?
Flight of the PrincessHis mother was lucky. She didn’t have to spend long looking for work, securing a spot on a busy fish stall in the cheaper market near the docks. She worked all the hours she could get, trying to save up a deposit on a flat, so would come home exhausted and reeking of fish. Severus would never believe she’d go through with renting a flat until they were calling out the plumber to fix the boiler, but he was happy for her sake that she seemed to believe she’d really done it this time. She was worn out but more her own person than he’d ever seen her.Flight of the Princess by swordhawthorn
That was the only thing Severus could take any enjoyment in though. He was spending all his time alone. Whereas usually this was his preferred option, he was isolated in a different way at the refuge. He had none of his books, notes or anything very useful. He had packed what he could in the dark, which wasn’t much. He was away from all the familiar places of sanctuary he’d discovered over the years and most
Flight of the PrincesSuddenly he forgot his surroundings and lost track of what had been happening.Flight of the Princes by swordhawthorn
He was aware now that something was shaking him by the shoulder.
He was warm. Wrapped up in blankets. But the thing at his shoulder was cold and thin and hard. He could feel it suck the heat from the crook of his neck as it gripped him. It slipped and scuffled over his bed clothes in a way that sent a brief flash of fearful panic and revulsion through him, and that did it. He was wide awake now. It wasn’t a skeleton, it was his mother’s hand. ‘Darling. Darling’ she said urgently and desolately, but no other words followed. Instinctively he knew she couldn’t let anything more out or tears would sweep her words away and she was too scared to sob. Scared of raising the alarm and scared of alarming her young son. He had been alarmed, in the few seconds it took to wrench him from his dreams, he had been alarmed the first few times they’d fled, but not now.