Drabble
Title: Twisted Absolution
Author: Me. :)
Words: 250
Notes: This could be viewed as Lucius/Snape or Lucius/Narcissa. Whichever the reader prefers.
I dream of you. In my dreams you aren't what you've become today, but something more and, perhaps, something less. They aren't nightmares as one might expect. They don't make me relive over and over the things you've done to me. They used to be, you know, but now they aren't.
Now, they've changed, evolved, morphed into some elegance more worthy of you. I can't say that they're happy dreams, they aren't. Then again I never expected happy from you. Not from you who forces me to bend painfully to your will at every turn, not from you who attempts again and again to break me.
No, I never expected happy from you who rapes the essence of everything that is me. Did you know that I loved you once? I think you must have known, to have used the fact against me so artfully. You taught me to hate, you ruined me while I was still an innocent.
I hated myself, what I had become, the world around me. I hated what had been done to me, so cleverly turned against myself and then to fall to what I was... And in hating those things I sought vengeance and then, absolution. But the strange thing is that absolution does not bring the relief it promises.
To me absolution has bequeathed dreams of you. Dreams of the man I loved, of the man I hated, of the man who's hand is fated to steal my last breath. I dream of you, Lucius...
Author: Me. :)
Words: 250
Notes: This could be viewed as Lucius/Snape or Lucius/Narcissa. Whichever the reader prefers.
I dream of you. In my dreams you aren't what you've become today, but something more and, perhaps, something less. They aren't nightmares as one might expect. They don't make me relive over and over the things you've done to me. They used to be, you know, but now they aren't.
Now, they've changed, evolved, morphed into some elegance more worthy of you. I can't say that they're happy dreams, they aren't. Then again I never expected happy from you. Not from you who forces me to bend painfully to your will at every turn, not from you who attempts again and again to break me.
No, I never expected happy from you who rapes the essence of everything that is me. Did you know that I loved you once? I think you must have known, to have used the fact against me so artfully. You taught me to hate, you ruined me while I was still an innocent.
I hated myself, what I had become, the world around me. I hated what had been done to me, so cleverly turned against myself and then to fall to what I was... And in hating those things I sought vengeance and then, absolution. But the strange thing is that absolution does not bring the relief it promises.
To me absolution has bequeathed dreams of you. Dreams of the man I loved, of the man I hated, of the man who's hand is fated to steal my last breath. I dream of you, Lucius...