Or connect using:
Create an Account
Your OpenID URL:
It was the night in my blood: open dreaming night...
Jul. 31st, 2005 @ 12:05 am
Part 10: Severus.
About this Entry
Leave a comment
July 30th, 2005 04:07 pm (UTC)
Oh, my. Severus--typically stoic Severus--so terribly
. It's poetic justice, really--that he held Potter so rattled and out of control the previous night, with him up against the wall. And is now receiving a taste of his own medicine. Without
effort on Potter's part. Severus losing control behind that façade of his is as interesting as the ways he plots and schemes--he's a man of extremes, and he would undoubtedly crumble as hard as the wall he bricks up around him. How he would manipulate and work around it, though, would be interesting.
And you mention that here, come to think of it:
So Severus simply took up his train of thought, as if it were the needle on one of his father's old, Muggle records, and placed it somewhere else.
So very Severus. Shutting himself off--or trying to--when all other means of control failed. And, correct me if I am wrong, but you introduced the idea of Severus' use of selectivity in an earlier chapter. I'm interested to see where you may take that. Especially after how conflicted he became here.
Sounds Severus was never meant to hear. Didn't want to hear. That wouldn't leave him, now that he'd heard them, now that he knew what Potter sounded like, when--
Was there nothing Potter wouldn't do in front of him?
Firstly: Pfft. He wants to hear those noises, whether he is aware of it or not. He'll probably jerk his sausage later on about it. Secondly: I love Severus' passive aggressiveness. Deflecting blame on Potter on how aroused he is, rather than taking responsibility for the fact that he is a dubiously-minded man, interested in a
Yes, so. I ramble again. In short, loved the heat, the chaotic stream of consciousness and loved unglued!Severus feigning control. You write Severus so beautifully. *loves*