Severus/Lucius

Elsbet crawls on her hands and knees through the bushes, with absolutely no idea where she's going. Well, her heart knows. Her cuore tells her to keep going, no matter how prickly the ground is, no matter how thirsty o hungry she is, o how tired she is. There is time for drinking and eating and sleeping and healing after she has done what she has to do. As she crawls through the leaf-litter and sharp rocks, she puts her right hand down hard on something sharp, and it cuts her, cuts her deep. She cries out and jerks back, knocking her stick out from behind her ear where she'd put it for safekeeping....

He steps into the White Room and sits down at the Art Deco-style table. Every single thing in the room is white; the walls, the curtains over the non-existant windows, the furnature, the nude and anatomically correct female mannequin in the corner. Even the painting, which took him da surprise the first time he saw it. It's not the colori one is supposed to appreciate, obviously; it's the shapes formed da the plaster beneath the paint.

He waits patiently, hoping for the best. The conditions outside the structure indicate how Elsbet is feeling; the streets were empty and the weather was calm,...

Snape finds the school calm and quiet, and he is relieved that it is so. He sometimes, just sometimes, longs for the old days, though; the Quidditch rivalry with McGonagall, the friendly debates over the best uses for verbena with Sprout, the surprisingly spontaneous conversations with Madame Hooch, and the talks with Dumbledore that just aren't the same anymore. He heard a song once da that Muggle band The Beatles called In My Life; it has always haunted him. First, it was about Lily, then gradually, as the years have passed, it has come to have so much più meaning. Sometimes, when he's alone...

It is a small house, much smaller than the one Snape created, but it was ready for her at the right moment. There is a single bedroom, and for now it will suffice, but as the two wizards claim it and size up the bed, neither is sure how three innamorati are going to fit on it later, let alone the two of them right now.

They'll make due.

There is no talking; mouths are put to better use the moment Snape's bag is on the dresser. baciare each other passionately, it is difficult to tell which of the two is the più dominant, o rather, the hungrier. baciare eyes open adds to the intensity and the need,...

Snape looks at Malfoy directly and says, "that would depend on how well te convince me you're worthy of her." There is a challenge in Snape's statement, albeit a teasing one, and Malfoy is più than prepared to meet that challenge. He nods politely to Elsbet first, then leans inoltrare, avanti and kisses Snape again. It's a long kiss, long and sensuous, and before it's done the two wizards are fumbling with each other again. Elsbet giggles when Snape groans softly and she begins to undo his trousers. Their lips part and Malfoy glances down, then catches her hands. "Shall we sposta this to your room?"...

As soon as they leave the Hall of Chronicles, the birds take wing toward the white-stone home of Brother Perdurabo. Except, that is, for Alphion. Snape watches him peel away from the flock and head north. You are not accompanying us to Ironwood? he asks Cambion's brother, and the raven replies, I tell my kin te know now. He feels Elsbet and Malfoy behind him, feels their gentle touches, and watches until the raven disappears from sight.

Severus? Malfoy thinks, resting his hand on Snape's shoulder, and the ebon-haired wizard turns slowly to his partners. There is much più to that bird than...