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...
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My Love for you will not be understood. Like those that have never seen a ravens feather ruffle in the winter's moonlight wind.
Or those that have not seen ice melt at the mere touch of a warm hand.
Those that fear the darkness in your ember eyes, do not know that on a starless night the stars are just hiding behind the clouds.
They fail to bestow their light depth of their tenebrous cavern. Unseen behind a hidden mask, much like me.
The wondrous sight of silent, hidden beauty... My Love for you will not be understood.
Maybe it was never meant to be.
It is but a secret kept by the dungeons. The dungeons I dwell in. And like that dark domain so shall you remain a mystery in your departure.
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Severus hunkered by a tree in heartache, and sunk to his bottom and wept. It was Lily over again. Only this time it was different. More agony, more sorrow, more pain. He was mourning the loss of not only Cassiopeia but the child they had created as well. He whimpered quietly, his dolefulness stuck in his gut as he began to wail with a silent open mouth.
Once that first tear broke free, the rest followed in an unbroken stream. Like rain on a dusty pane, each leak left its trail along his pallid face. Even the taste of salt on his lips made the rain storm of tears form a hurricane of his own making, his sentimental state coming out in waves. It had been so long since he let himself feel weakness that a flood had taken over his entire being. It wracked his insides. He bent forward where he sat on the forest floor and pressed his palms into the ground. He began to squall with the force of a person vomiting on all fours, his screams piercing in their shrieks as if he was being ripped in half or murdered in the slowest most cruelest of killings.
In a way, he was.
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