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SEVERUS SNAPE

sorrycharles: (keeping terrorism classy)

[personal profile] sorrycharles 2014-09-22 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
I will.

[ Erik will also have another glass, wrist rolled off at a fancier pour than is really necessary for eating at a kitchen island with a wizard on level 10 of a terrible spaceship. ]

Thank you for cooking.
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[personal profile] sorrycharles 2014-09-24 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes.

[ He exchanges bottle for comms device, thumbing through his messages (none of which are new) before reaching to push it across the island and looking expectantly to Severus, like a german shepherd pushing a food bowl. Put encryption on it. ]
Edited 2014-09-24 19:22 (UTC)
sorrycharles: (i just work here)

[personal profile] sorrycharles 2014-09-30 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Erik drinks while he watches, each step in the process observed with prying eyes from afar. He has the gist of it before the device is turned back around before him, tickyboxes taken in with a glance that lingers just long enough to brand the image into the back of his brain.

He won’t have to be shown again. ]


Handy, [ he says, and leaves the screen to time out and blink dark on its own. ]
sorrycharles: (you used to be a better shot)

[personal profile] sorrycharles 2014-10-01 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
What would they do if they were? [ Erik asks, fueled increasingly by chardonnay. There’s dull humor in the way he looks sideways to Severus, a roll of his eyes conveyed without the roll itself. He drains his glass. ] Report us to security?
sorrycharles: (heh heh heh)

[personal profile] sorrycharles 2014-10-01 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Annoying technology. Meddling children. Erik starts to grin before he can steel himself back out into seriousness against crotchety wizard speak, brow furrowed hard into exaggerated focus on pushing his darkened comms device back down into his pocket. The wine isn’t helping. ]

My predecessor was in security, [ he says, in darker humor. ] Twice.
sorrycharles: NO MAAATTER WHAT THEY SAAAY (yooou are beautifulllll)

[personal profile] sorrycharles 2014-10-03 07:21 am (UTC)(link)
Lucky for you, [ Erik replies, without any trace of irony. Given the option, he might have preferred the same fate for Erik Lehnsherr the First.

But he doesn’t have the option. Just any empty wine glass, which he is considering refilling very seriously. ]
sorrycharles: (so much for)

[personal profile] sorrycharles 2014-10-07 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Security on principal, [ Erik decides very easily, without thought. He’s still looking at his glass, relishing buzzy warmth and the temporary quiet afforded him to enjoy it. ]

We don’t have the numbers we need to maintain on this ship alone.
sorrycharles: (Default)

*principle ok on principle

[personal profile] sorrycharles 2014-10-07 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Silence. Erik studies the ivory film left at the bottom of his glass. ]

Those that would look at a human and see the ferocity of feeling in their eyes. They see themselves.

[ In the next moment, he has the bottle in hand again, glancing only once aside to Severus’ glass to mark that he’s hardly touched it. Not especially bothered, he drops bottle neck to his own glass, click, and lets another round tumble in over the rim. ]

They feel noble.
sorrycharles: (i dont believe you)

[personal profile] sorrycharles 2014-10-10 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ Erik is quiet again. Drinking. Considering. ]

That’s probably true of most of them, [ he says, and on into his glass: ]

But I don’t think it’s what drove them into security.
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[personal profile] sorrycharles 2014-10-14 09:10 am (UTC)(link)
The blindly courageous are as easily led as the fearful, if the motivation is right. Let them feel as though they matter.

[ He nudges his glass away from his curled fingers while it’s still a third of the way full. ]

It’s better to have them all labeled, [ is added as an afterthought, after a glance to the inside of his own wrist. ] Voluntarily. The scarlet SEC.