Severus/Lucius

Snape feels the man in his arms slip into a very deep, healing sleep, while he himself sleeps only lightly.

For some reason, he feels as if he's waiting for something. It's not a sense of forboding, he senses no direct threats, and yet...he is uneasy. He lets his mind wander free throughout the city as he has done so many times before and is comforted por the other minds his touches. If someone three years atrás had told him he would almost be at peace with himself and would actually feel joy, he would likely have used one of that odd Lovegood girl's sayings, and told them their mind had been stolen...

A man clothed in all black stands por the windowsill at midnight. He's anxious, obviously. For what? He moves from the window and back to his desk. He nervously fumbles with a vial of an unknown liquid. His mind, however, is very far off. In his minds eye, he sees himself, but not alone as he is now, but accompanied por another man. Long, platinum blonde hair falls down his back and on his broad shoulders like a seductive silk waterfall. In comparison of physical features, he is much lighter than his seemingly shadowy friend, the black clothed man. The man in all black has black hair that hangs...

Innocently, Elsbet steps out from behind Malfoy and goes to the man she loves most in all the world, wraps her arms around him and hugs him tightly. He looks down at her, grateful someone--Lupin--covered her with his jacket, and hugs her to him. He notices the teixo wand behind her ear and wants to ask about it, but she lifts her gaze to him and reaches up a delicate hand to caress his face. "Renich i lú i erui govannem?" she asks, and it takes him several segundos to realize what she's asking. Oh yes, he remembers vividly the dia they met. "Nauthannen i ned ôl reniannen," he tells her, and...

She doesn't know where or how to begin, really, and she's not sure she really wants to do this; she's not accustomed to sharing like this. But she knows she has to, for her own peace of mind. "I wish we had a penseive," she says softly, "because I'm not sure I can talk this out." Malfoy offers her his hand and she takes it; he looks at Snape and tells him he has an idea. Snape takes her other hand and tells her to relax and think about what she wishes to share and only that. As she calls up those memories and holds them in the fore of her mind, and feels her apaixonados slide themselves into her...