Determination
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lesyeuxvertsTitle: Determination
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 337
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Lily/Severus
Warnings: errr ... a bit angsty, I guess
Disclaimer: Not mine.
AN: A (belated) ficlet for![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
iamisaac's birthday ... sorry it's a bit late! Hope you had a wonderful day! :)
It's midnight when the marigolds bloom in the last greenhouse past the castle. Severus goes down, sneaking past the portraits and the prefects alike - he knows the way in the dark, knows it by heart, and he needs the marigolds. Picked fresh, they are most potent.
Lily is waiting for him, her hair dark in the moonlight. Her lips are the colour of bruised poppies with their silk petals wrapped around dark centers, crushed and useful for any number of potions.
She reaches for Severus and takes his hand. She smells like Amortentia to him – instead of the potion taking on her scent, as it ought to be, she smells like it. Severus's senses are twisted by it and he sees darkly, as through a mirror. He sees Lily reach for him and fall short, drowning in a brackish, weed-choked pond. She's out of his reach and he cannot save her – her face is white and bloated, and she's floating to the surface of the water with her hair fanned out around her in a red halo.
Visions are for midnight and useless, useless prophets – Cassandra, who convinced no one with her foretelling, and the Pythia at Delphi who led men to death with their words. It is only a vision, and Severus believes none of it.
Lily leans closer to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Do you love me, Severus?"
She has asked him again and again, and Severus has never answered. He keeps silent still, because some questions have no answers. The Sphinx has all her riddles and the oracles should have kept their silence.
But when Lily kisses him again and asks him to do the right thing, Severus says yes. He will go to the Dark Lord – he will be a spy for Dumbledore – he will do it for her. He picks the marigolds by moonlight and offers her a posy.
He presses the flowers into her fingers when she would have refused them. He will do it for her.
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 337
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Lily/Severus
Warnings: errr ... a bit angsty, I guess
Disclaimer: Not mine.
AN: A (belated) ficlet for
iamisaac's birthday ... sorry it's a bit late! Hope you had a wonderful day! :)It's midnight when the marigolds bloom in the last greenhouse past the castle. Severus goes down, sneaking past the portraits and the prefects alike - he knows the way in the dark, knows it by heart, and he needs the marigolds. Picked fresh, they are most potent.
Lily is waiting for him, her hair dark in the moonlight. Her lips are the colour of bruised poppies with their silk petals wrapped around dark centers, crushed and useful for any number of potions.
She reaches for Severus and takes his hand. She smells like Amortentia to him – instead of the potion taking on her scent, as it ought to be, she smells like it. Severus's senses are twisted by it and he sees darkly, as through a mirror. He sees Lily reach for him and fall short, drowning in a brackish, weed-choked pond. She's out of his reach and he cannot save her – her face is white and bloated, and she's floating to the surface of the water with her hair fanned out around her in a red halo.
Visions are for midnight and useless, useless prophets – Cassandra, who convinced no one with her foretelling, and the Pythia at Delphi who led men to death with their words. It is only a vision, and Severus believes none of it.
Lily leans closer to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Do you love me, Severus?"
She has asked him again and again, and Severus has never answered. He keeps silent still, because some questions have no answers. The Sphinx has all her riddles and the oracles should have kept their silence.
But when Lily kisses him again and asks him to do the right thing, Severus says yes. He will go to the Dark Lord – he will be a spy for Dumbledore – he will do it for her. He picks the marigolds by moonlight and offers her a posy.
He presses the flowers into her fingers when she would have refused them. He will do it for her.
