snupin100 | F for Forbidden Forest: Game, Hurt, Intimacy. PG

Title: Game, Hurt, Intimacy
Word Count: 3 x 100
Rating: PG
Challenge: Alphabet. F for Forbidden Forest
Characters: Remus/Severus
Authors Notes: Drabbles, somewhat connected. Pre-slash - for now. Shameless gacking of alphabet theme for all the drabbles.

Game

His heart is a rabbit, shaking in fear, as he runs over the grass.

He holds his wand tightly, the lance with which the righteous knight will kill the beast.

Oh, how he hopes the beast will come. How he wants its blood, its heart; shattered
over the ground, unclean.

His body sings of need, of hate, as he moves from one square to another, from one tree to the next, from the edge of the forest, over the dark meadows.

The ground is a pattern of light and dark in the moonlight.

Check or mate, wolf? Check or mate?

Hurt

'We have to find him, Severus.'

Minerva's voice is cold, but you can feel the thaw behind the ice. She is fond of the wolf.
You don't care, you tell yourself, but it hurt anyway. They never cared about you like that, bringing the spring into their voices for you.

'I'll go,' you say, just to get away from the concern which does not concern you.

You find him hidden under a rotten, hollow trunk. He lies there, curled into a ball of puppy and hurt, curled around his torn body.

It kills you to see him lost like that.

Intimacy

The hours go by, tick-tock, tick-tock.

He just lies there lost in his unconsciousness, lost in the forests of his mind, as you watch over him.

You can see the trace of thorns and twigs imprinted on his skin, as if the trees have tried to keep him there, inside the woods, to let him be forbidden too.

And he is, to you.

Maybe the lingering caress (a thin finger over the white skin) you leave there is nothing but thorns into your heart.
But the sigh he offers you heals your hidden wounds.

You walk away from him, smiling.