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SEVERUS SNAPE

pushfall: (⚕ why we can't just be apart)

[personal profile] pushfall 2014-05-19 07:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ The slow burning flame of irritation begins to flicker and fade out, fanning into embers as she plucks the pencil back from him and procures a blank piece of paper to scratch doodles out on. It only occurs to her how ironic it is that the very first thing she ever survived is the one thing he believed her to be for so long. Some part of Claire aches for Meredith, thinking about that. ]

There's a lot more to it than that, but, yeah. I guess so.

[ How do you begin to scratch the surface of being unable to feel anything to distinguish you from existing like nothing more than a wraith and being a verifiable flesh and soul person? No matter how much she comes to accept what and who she is, that's something she still can't reconcile, something she is eternally - quite literally, probably, and that's another matter unto itself entirely - going to be resentful for. Peter can stand shoulder to shoulder in forgiveness with the man who stalked her across the country and killed the people that she loved, but Claire doesn't possess that capacity, and she would kill him again if given the chance.

She's not even going to scratch the surface in her own mind about what has just transpired here and what it means to her that he reacted that way. For now she's more comfortable simmering, never mind that it's a misdirected fuming. ]
pushfall: (⚕ there's a moment to seize)

[personal profile] pushfall 2014-05-19 02:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She just blinks at him some more, feeling her features rearrange themselves across her face in way that she can't recognize from her vantage point but which strangely feels like relief and suspicion all at once. ]

All right. That's it?
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[personal profile] pushfall 2014-05-20 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's a list a mile long and twice as wide but Claire doesn't expand upon it. Instead, she picks up the pencil again and taps the eraser on the tabletop. She'd like to warn him otherwise, but all she can gather up the conviction to say is: ]

Okay.

[ She knows she's being awkward, and she has to try very hard not to just openly stare at him, but she hopes the amount of gratitude she begins to feel is at least able to be absorbed by some kind of osmosis. ]
pushfall: (⚕ force quit on your losing streak)

[personal profile] pushfall 2014-05-20 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Being terrified isn't something that she's experienced so much from other people as she has from herself. Claire can still remember what it was like to figure out what she could do initially, from the first cloying breath she tried to take, feeling like she was drowning in her discovery. Zach had been freaked out in his own way. Gretchen, eventually, even if for other reasons. Alex. West. It never mattered if there was a level of abject horror; there was always some kind of response she wasn't looking for but anticipated getting. She doesn't want to set him apart from the rest - that's asking a lot - but she can't help but appreciate his response.

It's fine. It's rarely been fine. ]


How's the sandwich?

[ Maybe she would hate him, if she knew. It would definitely mean reevaluating a lot of her own convictions. But that's neither here nor there. She doesn't know. What she knows is they're here, now. ]
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[personal profile] pushfall 2014-05-21 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
Good.

[ From the half still resting on the paper, Claire steals a little torn square of sandwich and eats it. ]