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SEVERUS SNAPE

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[personal profile] pushfall 2014-10-20 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ Claire laughs into him, pressing her palms into either arm. Her hands come back dryer, and his sleeves damper, but she's grinning up at him. After a beat, it turns a little incredulous. ]

Yeah, you should really, really stop doing that. [ She stretches to kiss him again - short, chaste, stressing a point as much as declaring affection - then rocks her weight back onto her heels and nods over at the table. ] Help me get this pretty much cleaned up before I pass standing.
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[personal profile] pushfall 2014-10-20 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ She stores the space Tupperware in the back of the fridge somewhere so that anyone who comes across it might be less likely to steal it before she can do that herself and kicks the dishwasher door shut with the heel of her foot and decides that's all a job very well done. Never having investigated the effects of not sleeping on her particular blood type, Claire has no interest in getting started anytime soon. ]

All part of my master plan. [ She says while walking alongside him down the hallway. This one is blissfully free of encroaching darkness or murals that reach out to her. No archways, either; at least, none of the same architecture that they encountered in the halls. ] While you're passed out, I'm just gonna come back down here and steal the rest of that stew.

[ Oh, look, a door. Behind that door is a bed she plans on faceplanting on just as soon as she can get her shoes off. ]
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[personal profile] pushfall 2014-10-20 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ Claire sits down almost immediately, toeing out of her shoes as she perches at the edge of his bunk. The overall feeling of being totally worn out and worn down means that reservation or the idea of overstepping any boundaries is shoved down somewhere below the floor. She is pretty sure she is going to be eating that pillow in about five minutes whether he has anything to say or not. Not that he will, though. Claire knows better. ]

I'd fight tooth and nail. [ A yawn, another jaw-cracker. ] Or something.

[ She doesn't bother at all with pretense and curls up like a cat underneath the top blanket. There is a sheet trapped between her and the mattress that she, disgruntled, has to yank out from underneath herself. ]
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[personal profile] pushfall 2014-10-20 02:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Claire doesn't take her pullover off, even though the zipper might get snagged on something, though there's a good chance that once she falls asleep, she won't actually move at all due to being completely exhausted. It isn't in the interest of propriety but because he keeps the room cooler than she's used to, and she has no interest in waking up because it's cold. She does fish her comm unit out of her pocket so she can swipe the screen and set an alarm for a few hours. The dogs should be fine until then, but she doesn't want to leave them when she's been gone so long already, even if they were entertained by everyone else while she was away.

Tiny warrior being the victor, she rolls onto her side to face him. Her eyes catch the stark white of the bandage before he lies down, but she lets him get settled, and herself in turn, before mentioning anything about it. She doesn't feel awkward, whether by force or just... she can be comfortable around him without trying too hard. But the potential is there. Claire doesn't entertain it and presses her nose into his shirt while burrowing in. ]


Did you hurt yourself? [ The bandage, which she's seen before but has never inquired. Her voice is tired and her eyes are already closed. It's a half-formed question, no adherence to time lines, an observation. ]
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[personal profile] pushfall 2014-10-20 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay.

[ Weighted down the way that she is, one foot already sucked into some quasi-conscious state, it's easy to just write it off for now. Not easy enough that she will forget asking about it later, but enough that she can't find it within herself to care at the moment. A long story is too long of a story right now, and as it's not exactly a pressing injury or anecdote, Claire feels like she can let it slide in favor of just sliding into unconsciousness.

Her eyes are closed before she gives them permission, though she lingers in that strange twilight between awake and asleep even while trying to tip herself over into the latter. ]


Okaygoodbye. [ Is a phrase that magically becomes one word as she spills in the right direction, unsure of how long it's been since she said anything else in the first place and unable to care as she finally just passes the hell out. ]
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[personal profile] pushfall 2014-10-21 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ The moment that she's out, she's out. For stretches of time, it's a restful sleep, deep and untroubled, utterly blank and devoid of anything that isn't the black backs of her eyelids. Or maybe that is a dream, a reflection of the last eight days spent in darkness with only the bobbing guide of three flashlight beams to cut through it all.

When she does wake up, briefly, Claire doesn't stop to consider the possibility. Her alarm goes off after three hours, and she hovers in between awake and asleep long enough to send a message to whoever it is keeping an eye on the dogs in comms, asking them to please keep them a little while longer, she's so tired, drop them off back at the room and please feed them, etc. She doesn't drift off completely again until the unit chirps in affirmation, and then it's back under, submerged once again.

Waking up for good is a slow process, and she hasn't moved very much in almost eight hours so while her bones don't ache, everything weirdly still feels stiff. For a while, she fights with this new conscious state, rejecting it in favor of the alternative. Eventually she extracts a hand from where it's been curled into a ball between them and scrubs at her face, pushing a substantially larger amount of hair back from her eyes and nose than was there when she laid down to begin with. ]


Good morning. [ Bleary. Eyes closed. She hopes her breath doesn't stink and she just manages to avoid a typical morning stretch while still in such close proximity. ] How long was I asleep?
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[personal profile] pushfall 2014-10-21 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Claire has to think about that for a moment. Ultimately she decides that it sounds too familiar to have been a dream and, stretching her toes, retrieves her comm unit from the comforter. ]

Alarm went off. I didn't feel like getting up. [ She yawns, still only approaching the idea of being wholly awake. ] Had to make sure the dogs were okay.

[ The blankets are too warm for her to jeopardize letting any of the cold air in from outside, so Claire gets one of her arms under his and draws her knees up almost to her chest, pressing up against him and not bothering to be hesitant about it. Conversation comes to her in snipped fragments from the hours prior to falling asleep. She hasn't forgotten about the bandage even without having to look at it. ]

You sleep okay?
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[personal profile] pushfall 2014-10-21 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ She makes a noise of vague acknowledgment, wondering if she's still half-asleep and nothing else. Her eyes flutter closed again, just briefly, and then she takes a deep breath in and following it back out, waking up the last little bit of the way. Even if she wanted to go back to sleep, there would be no getting back to that level of nothingness now. ]

I'm awake. [ In case anyone other than her needed clarification. ] Not that I'm complaining right now, but did you know that your room is really cold?
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[personal profile] pushfall 2014-10-21 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Although she isn't sure why anyone would choose a dungeon to keep their quarters and house in, at the moment she really isn't complaining about the temperature. It means that she has an excuse to stay where she is without having to consider the ramifications or implications surrounding it. Her mind has been a constant tangle about this for months; for once it's nice to have some clarity, even if it's based on a flimsy excuse. ]

Maybe later. [ At the moment the only part of her that's actually cold at all is her nose. The cocoon they have managed to somehow carve out does okay in keeping everything else warm, and in the interest of making sure that he doesn't get up to fix it, Claire gathers up some of his shirt in the curl of her fingers. ] Who put a dorm in a dungeon anyway?
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[personal profile] pushfall 2014-10-22 01:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The way that he describes it, as limited and without adjectives as it is, still makes it sound kind of awesome. But still. Cold and damp. Claire supposes that's where magic comes in handy. ]

My view at Arlington was of a tree and a bunch of other dormitories. Water on one side and stars on the other sounds way better, even if it was cold and damp. [ She furrows her brow, giving the illusion of thinking hard. ] And green. For some reason I imagine everything being vaguely green.
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[personal profile] pushfall 2014-10-22 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Can you stop reminding me that you live in a castle? [ She seems suitably upset about having to make this request. ] Six-year-old Claire is getting very jealous every time it gets brought up.

[ Claire twists, rearranging her legs a little so that she can more easily stretch them out, now that she's not so cold. Her shirt follows in turn, riding up just a bit and catching on the mattress so that she can very quickly tell the difference between skin, sheet, and bandage. She looks behind her, which twists her neck at a weird angle, and then maneuvers so that she can roll halfway and land on her back. Her shoulder bumps his arm out of the way, and she carefully circles her fingers around his wrist so that the bandage stands out against his skin. ]

So what happened?

[ Probably she doesn't anticipate how disorienting it's going to be going from discussing castles to discussing the Dark Mark. ]
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[personal profile] pushfall 2014-10-23 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ In a way, Claire has a feeling that she knows what it is long before he even removes the bandage, maybe before she even asked him about it in the first place. Of course she could have no ideas of the specifics, any of the details surrounding it, what it might look like and how cold it would feel to actually see what was beneath the bandage, but, looking at it, Claire acknowledges it with a certain level of satisfied expectation. There was always going to be something underneath that wasn't pleasant and probably had a lot to do with the things that he's told her. Seeing it outlined and colored so plainly makes it that much more real. ]

It looks like it hurt. It looks like someone branded you.

[ Obviously she's aware that it's much more than that, but her frame of reference still relies on what she's seen in person, and feels like it's an apt comparison. Maybe no one pressed a hot poker into him, but she can imagine that it was just as painful on any number of levels. You don't belong to anyone, she thinks she wants to say, but even in her head it sounds stupid and naive. A million other questions fly through her mind too quickly for her to catch on to just one of them. Instead, she presses her thumb into the open maw of the skull, tentative, like it might burn him. ]

Does it hurt now?
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[personal profile] pushfall 2014-10-23 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ Claire entertains the idea that she knows something about good and bad pain, but she knows that she could never consider it the same thing or even on the same playing field. Smoothing her thumb over the skin in an experimental swipe, she does expect it to be more raised than it is. She can definitely tell without looking where the Mark stops and his skin takes over, but it's less of a shift than she would have thought.

It isn't exactly the easiest thing to look at, and it would certainly raise a lot of questions, if not from people who knew anything at all about what he's done then at least from anyone who had some sort of interest in body art. ]


I can understand why you do. [ If he's adamant about covering it up around a bunch of strangers who wouldn't even know what it meant then it's just as likely that he wouldn't exactly be thrilled at the idea of having to explain it to anyone who asked. ] How old were you when it was done?

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