" no , severus. "
a softened countenance;
emerald orbs filled with the
utmost compassion and empathy.
" you were lost,
but now you've
found your way
back again . . .
like i always
believed that you would. "
she slips into the shared
commons effortlessly ;
appendages entwining the
lycanthrope in an embrace
from behind.
" hello , remi. "
she greeted with
an innocent peck
on his scarred cheek.
" have i ever told you
that you make my
favorite hot chocolate
in the whole entire world? "
she takes the cup between
steady palms ; emerald eyes
softening.
" and i mean that. "
she furrowed her brow ;
as if she had to contemplate
it for a moment before speaking.
" no. "
she hummed , an echo
of laughter in the rim
of the cup.
" but i would , strangely
trust them with my life. "
" the point is , severus
that you must redeem
yourself. "
a gentle reminder ,
though the image in the
mirror began to fade.
" there are worse things
than death. some people
lose their souls before the
grave. "