There's Always Tomorrow
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starduchessTitle: There's Always Tomorrow
Rating: G
Word Count: 268
Warnings: none
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snape_ldws round 1 week 2 prompt: sloth
Time dripped slowly onto the emptiness of Snape's life, evaporating just as quickly into non-being. The Potions Master sat in the dark staring at a dwindling fire--the only heat source in his rooms--a goblet of wine suspended in air by long fingers. His being was tired but he made no move to find his bed. That sort of rest had a price, a price paid for in nightmares or waking to the Dark Mark's excruciating calling. No, it was better to stay awake--stay awake and brood at the bitterness of reality.
Too many horrific images had been recalled from Potter's memories during Occlumency lessons for the professor to continue to ignore his past's pains. Make no mistake, the boy was still an insufferable brat, bent on lawlessness and a deep-rooted hero complex, but he was not as attention-seeking as was first suspected. Abuse and neglect, guilt and anger, the teenager carried deep within himself and Snape should have recognized it. Only his own lack of forgiveness toward James had prevented him from seeing beneath the Potter facade.
He had wasted too many years with the child already, his promise to protect Lily's son broken first by omission then by scorn. If he was to have any hope for redemption, he must mend this breach between them before the Dark Lord killed them all. It meant acknowledging that he had been wrong, so the wizard had not undertaken this discussion for three weeks now.
He should get up and go apologize to the boy, but the wine lulled him into inaction.
Tomorrow.
He would go talk to him tomorrow ....
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Rating: G
Word Count: 268
Warnings: none
Written for
snape_ldws round 1 week 2 prompt: slothTime dripped slowly onto the emptiness of Snape's life, evaporating just as quickly into non-being. The Potions Master sat in the dark staring at a dwindling fire--the only heat source in his rooms--a goblet of wine suspended in air by long fingers. His being was tired but he made no move to find his bed. That sort of rest had a price, a price paid for in nightmares or waking to the Dark Mark's excruciating calling. No, it was better to stay awake--stay awake and brood at the bitterness of reality.
Too many horrific images had been recalled from Potter's memories during Occlumency lessons for the professor to continue to ignore his past's pains. Make no mistake, the boy was still an insufferable brat, bent on lawlessness and a deep-rooted hero complex, but he was not as attention-seeking as was first suspected. Abuse and neglect, guilt and anger, the teenager carried deep within himself and Snape should have recognized it. Only his own lack of forgiveness toward James had prevented him from seeing beneath the Potter facade.
He had wasted too many years with the child already, his promise to protect Lily's son broken first by omission then by scorn. If he was to have any hope for redemption, he must mend this breach between them before the Dark Lord killed them all. It meant acknowledging that he had been wrong, so the wizard had not undertaken this discussion for three weeks now.
He should get up and go apologize to the boy, but the wine lulled him into inaction.
Tomorrow.
He would go talk to him tomorrow ....
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