Even Death Eaters have their weaknesses. Even the evil give in to temptations. Even the dark seeks out light.
After a brutal punishment from The Dark Lord, Cassiopeia seeks out fellow Death Eater Severus Snape. She's in desperate need of aid. But t...
The anguish in Avery's eye's told a tale of his own pain. He'd loved that woman since their younger years. Always the third wheel alongside Regulus and Cassiopeia, he followed her to no end. The three were inseparable. He'd never had the courage to admit his feelings for Cassi, knowing she was head over heels for young Reg- but he remained ever committed to her. Even if it meant he had to take on that brotherly role. Any role that kept him close to her, no matter the position- he would do it, for her.
Of course when Regulus died, he was there for her, through and through. He was her shoulder to cry on, hour's on end. He'd hold her in her fits and stroke her hair and shush her tears until she passed out from exhaustion. He spent a full week cooped up in Regulus' old bed room with her after she trashed it in a pique of madness. He never left her, not even to eat. They'd shared a few bottles of rose whine Kreacher had left outside the door for his Master that would never return. They drank in the moments she wasn't squabbling, enough to refill her tear ducts and the sorrow began all over again. He'd curl her frame against his embrace and rock her in the very bed of the deceased she mourned. Like clock work, every day for a week, he never left her alone.
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He'd hoped in vain that she'd turn to him for solace, and she had. Even kissing him in a moment of weakness while in a drunken stupor. Afterwards she hadn't remembered, but he would never forget the taste she seared on his lips. He was so hopefull that she would turn to him completely. Maybe even learn to love him. Instead, the moment her pity turned to rage, she devoted herself completely to The Dark Lord's Bidding. A path that would redirect her attention, diminish her emotions and give her a renewed purpose in life. Thus the light of a Black turned to the Darkness where she belonged. Where she would succeed and flourish. A path Avery did not want to follow, but because of his undieing love for her, again he followed her footsteps and together they were branded with the Dark Mark. Even now, all these years later, he was still at her side, his feelings never wavering. And as he marched in the kitchens intent on coming to her aid he was met with yet another blow.
Severus' robes were draped over a flushing Cassiopeia, and Severus shirt was half ass tucked in, sweat pouring from his hairline.
"Avery. Always come to my rescue." She smiled.
Weary, he looked to them both again; Severus- statuesque and stoic, Cassi trembling atop the marble Island, her legs dangling over the side, and her knickers stretched between her ankles.
"You! You double fucking minded maniacal cockroach!" Avery cursed, spit spewing from his angry mouth.
Severus squinted, noting Cassi's panties and the way her body still trembled from the pleasure she'd just recieved. Then it dawned on him, the thought Avery must be having.
"It's not what you think." He replied simply.
"Saying I'm blind is ya?" He retorted, his anger building. It was Cassiopeia that interjected. She sat up, the cloak falling to the marble tile; she shimmied her flimsy little knickers back over her swollen sex and threw her back in Avery's direction.
