WHOLE SHORT FROM BAZ'S POV - 8th year Watford
Kiss me on the mouth and set me free
Sing me like a choir
I can be the subject of your dreams
Your sickening desire
Don't you want to see a man up close?
A phoenix in the fireSnow stepped towards me, his magic pounding out of his body. He had never been able to control it, going off like an H-bomb over the years in so many circumstances, brought on by fear, despair, unhappiness, desperation. I had never seen anything like it, the way it overflowed from him, the way it affected other people when he didn't subconsciously put a shield up to protect them. I've seen the way it dazed Bunce, the way it could stretch out and capture every student in the school.
Every time he went off I wanted to calm him down, anyway, I could. I wanted to grab him and tell him, "Snow just calm down, take a deep breath and push it back, don't let it overwhelm you, you're more than your magic. Just calm down, Snow." But I never did.
I stepped closer to him, meeting him in the middle of our room, "Can't control it now, can you Snow? You've never been able to, and you never will. You're a defect, the worst Chosen One who has ever been chosen."
When I saw him like this, up close, anger and magic pouring out of every pore in his body, I felt weak. I could see his magic spike at my words, even as he clenched his fists and half closed his eyes, letting his lids flutter down. Crowley, did he always look like this when he tried to control it? I'm not surprised the Humdrum had tried to kidnap him.When he got like this, I knew I was in control. It always gave me a reason to study his face (not that I needed much encouragement); his wild curly bronze hair that never wanted to sit flat on his head, that always wanted to spiral down onto his face and touch his eyebrows. I knew his skin that was lightly dusted with a coating of freckles and various moles, moles I had always mapped out, mapped the place I wanted to plant my lips. To kiss, to set me free of all feelings I had, to set me free of the destiny I knew was coming.
To set Snow free of the burden of having to kill me, or me having to kill him.
So kiss me on the mouth and set me free
But please don't biteI stood silently, watching Snow calm himself down, watching him step back from the precipice of exploding, of his magic spiralling out to suffocate everyone around him (only me, this time. I probably deserved it.)
I watched, not knowing whether I wanted to kiss or kill him. The constant dilemma when faced with Snow. When I had met him, I had been astounded. This was the Chosen One, the Mage's Heir, the one who had been prophesied; and he was beautiful. As an 11 year old, I hadn't yet known my feelings properly, but I knew that this boy was the sun I had been missing. He was what could've brought me back from the edge of being a villain, like a phoenix rising from the fire.
You can coax the cold right out of me
Drape me in your warmth
The rapture in the dark puts me at ease
The blind eye of the storm
Let's go for a walk down Easy Street
Where you can be rebornI was always cold, and Snow, well Snow was warm. Not only did he smell like a forest fire, he looked like he had been born from flames. I hadn't felt comfortable with the sun on my skin for a long time, but in front of Snow, I felt warmed from the inside out.
I hated him just as much as I loved him. I hated what he could do to me, and how oblivious he was to any of it. Everything was the Simon Snow show, and we were all merely secondary characters fighting for the spotlights. Even when you think you're having a scene without Snow, he drops in to remind you that everyone else is a supporting character in his catastrophe.
Sometimes, earlier in our relationship, when we were 11 and had been cast together by the Crucible, I had longed to be different. To go back and be reborn as someone other than Baz Pitch. This was not the first time I had longed for that, but this time it was because of someone else. I wanted to be different, maybe then Snow would care for me, would care about me, would love me; instead of wanting to rid the world of me.
Kiss me on the mouth and set me free
Sing me like a choir
I can be the subject of your dreams
Your sickening desire
Don't you wanna see a man up close
A phoenix in the fireIf he stood there any longer, smoke pounding out of him; I was going to kiss him. Or kill him. Damn the Roommate Anathema, I was going to rid the world of Snow, or rid myself of being infatuated with him.
So kiss me on the mouth and set me free
But please don't bite****************
I'm not really sure what this is either, but OBVIOUSLY, BITE IS THE ANTHEM of Snowbaz, so I wanted to write a lil something. Also, this is my first time writing something about Snowbaz from the first person narration.
Anyway, hope you liked it :) and again maybe vote and comment something if you want (possibly some suggestions for future chapters because I've got some but am always wanting more!!! especially some au's!!!!)
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Herbs and Spices // snowbaz
Fanfictiona series of short stories filled to the brim with all things Watford, particularly Simon Snow and Baz Pitch all of the characters and settings and general Watfordness about these stories belong to Rainbow Rowell. I, in no way, take credit for...