Infatution || Severus Snape and Aurora Pierce

Self-Pity

" if he's a serial killer, then what's the worst that can happen to a girl whose already hurt."
                                         Lana.
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Aurora gasped, taking in his reply. He'd kill her. How many people could say that? Was this just to butter her up?

Severus stepped closer, infuriated. His eyes squeezed shut, feeling the booze burn against the temples of his throat. Alcohol had it's benefits but it was temporary. This feeling was temporary.

"I gave you a part of me. Promise too not speak of this. Promise me this conversation never leaves the room—I need to hear the words Aurora."

She stepped back, running her eyes over his body. Analyzing, wasn't something Severus was used too.

"I would never Severus."

Why spread that part of the information that she was a part of? Surely he knew that.

He tried to get closer to her but she lifted her hand urging him to stop. No, don't leave me.

"I need—space," Aurora warned him, thinking of ways to explain this to him. "Time. I need to think, and I cannot be in the same room with you while I do so."

He needed to understand. Had too. The more she was around him, the more she would constantly be thinking about him. That wasn't a great solution to grief. There were so many unanswered questions, but today wasn't the day to speak them. Especially with the drinking state, he was beginning to be in. The cold substance was kicking in any moment.

"Time." He repeated. She watched his face make a disconnected structure.  His body was straight and tense, almost uncomfortable to be speaking.

Aurora pinched the temple of her nose. "You show me how my Aunt was killed and you expect this to be a normal conversation. As if we were chatting about teaching?", part of her voice grew irked.

Severus stood there, emotionless. This was his regular face but showed a little more tiredness.

"Sleep. As you told me at the pub, drink water." She mocked him, remembering the way he was mad.

He scowled, eyeing the drink on his desk.

"You expect me to rest when I have you on my mind. Unbelievable."

Stepping further away from him, she rolled her covering her hair onto her face.

"A drunk man always has something to say even if it shouldn't be said."

A growl escaped, narrowed eyes hung against his lids. His cold, black eyes bored into hers making her shudder.

"No, if I was intoxicated, I would be much worse. You don't get to tell me how I think or feel."

"Then perhaps you should keep to yourself."

He was furious to now.

"I've done that for too long—it's my turn to talk out loud. Your fragile pretty face has flooded my mind. Stop it."

How did they both even come to this conversation? Merlin, he was drinking too much. To think for one moment he can control himself.

"I suggest you leave before I do something foolishly stupid."

Ugh. The nerves of this man. Fine, he could play these games anytime he wanted. It was his choice.

She wanted to hate him. Hate him because he didn't tell her sooner. The promising side of her was thankful Severus didn't kill her. Even before, he was going to save her. Sacrifice himself to a woman he didn't know. What do you say to that?