HP: Embrace the Darkness

At this time, pain came from the overused brain, Snape groaned, and frowned unconsciously.

The ravine of human desire is difficult to level.

But at this moment, the heartache that came from the deepest and softest place in my heart surged throughout my body, easily defeating the surging impulses in my body.

The hand stopped firmly on the thin and strong waist, and kept rubbing it but did not go down any further. After pausing for a few seconds, the hand left the waist, gently soothing the pain in the brain.

"Is it a headache?"

Snape frowned, "Arces?"

"Well, I'm here." Aces pressed harder and massaged near his temples, "Have a headache?"

Snape didn't answer.

That bit of pain only briefly brought back clarity, but now the clarity has faded and confusion has taken over.

The potion master's usually deep and calm eyes were stained red with emotion. He looked at Artes blankly and confusedly, as if he didn't understand why he stopped. His fingers curled up slightly, trying to grasp the feeling just now.

The beautiful peach blossom eyes were forced to turn red by Snape's actions. Instead of being gentle before, a gloomy black mist rolled up. He locked his dazed eyes tightly and spoke every word.

"Sev, you will regret it when you wake up."

Artes and Snape looked at each other for a while, defeated, and sighed in defeat.

He could never do anything to Snape.

After looking at each other for a few seconds, the fire burned even more fiercely. Snape obeyed his heart and raised his hand to pull Artes down and continue his behavior just now.

Aces moved faster this time.

He lowered his head and kissed Snape tenderly. He was self-taught and lost all sense of the kiss. When he pulled away, he still wanted to chase and absorb the warmth.

This action was tantamount to adding fuel to the fire. Aces closed his eyes. Even though the volcano in his body was on the verge of erupting, he still tried to keep his breathing steady and asked for Snape's consent.

"Can I help you?"

Snape stared at Artes steadily. At this time, he seemed to have regained his previous sanity, or maybe he was just confused about what Artes was talking about.

A few seconds passed while looking at each other, and he didn't speak. He hooked his arms around Ass's neck and kissed her gently.

Nothing was said, yet it seemed like everything was said.

Aces sighed inwardly.

No longer restrained, he took off Snape's robes, leaving only half a quilt covering him.

Returning to the crater, Snape held onto Ass's arm tightly as if he was afraid of being left.

Asseth could only cooperate with him in kissing him and reach out his hand to comfort him.

The potion master squinted his eyes comfortably and rubbed forward through the quilt.

Aces was breathing heavily, but he still couldn't bear to look away from his crimson cheeks on the bed.

The candlelight flickered, then suddenly went out after a violent sway, and the bedroom fell into darkness and silence.

The potion master huddled under the quilt, as if he hadn't recovered yet, staring at the ceiling not knowing what he was thinking.

After finishing his work, Asseth breathed a sigh of relief.

If it doesn't end, he will explode.

The man who was about to explode stood up and backed away completely. He retracted his hand and looked at Snape tenderly.

"Go to sleep, I'm right here."

The boy has grown up, and saying such words inexplicably makes people feel safe and warm.

Maybe Voldemort's Cruciatus Curse and Legilimency had destroyed Snape's sanity too much, or maybe what just happened was really comfortable.

Snape actually closed his eyes in peace.

Seeing him closing his eyes, Asseth took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands clean, lit the lamp, transformed into a towel again, and gently cleaned his body under the light.

It was two people who lost control just now. Snape vented his anger, but Artes didn't. He simply wiped it away and almost exhausted all his rationality to contain it so that it didn't change.

The soft and warm touch of the towel came over his body, as well as the right amount of force. His body and soul were soothed at the same time. Snape, who had just closed his eyes, gradually became sleepy and soaked his brain in warm water.

After a while, he fell asleep.

After wiping the last bit, Asseth stopped wiping his hands, changed Snape's nightgown, smoothed his messy, sweat-wet hair, and covered him with a quilt.

Then he looked at Snape quietly.

This was the first time he took a closer look at Snape's sleeping face in the firelight.

Before that, both of them slept in the dark.

Snape slept uneasily and frowned slightly, wondering if he still remembered Voldemort's torture.

Aces couldn't help but stretched out his hand and gently rubbed away his frown. After thinking about it, he took out his wand and released the blue white tiger patron saint.

The patron saint is wrapped with silver vines.

Just now, considering Snape's rejection of the flow of magic, he didn't use the curse. Now that Snape was asleep, he didn't have to worry so much.

The white tiger shrunk, nuzzled Arthur's hand, twisted his body and ran to Snape, gently rubbing his head against his cheek.

Then he lay down next to Snape's pillow, leaned against Snape intimately, and used his body to warm him.

The Patronus had a soothing effect, and coupled with the relief of dark magic from dead trees, Snape finally relaxed his brows and fell into a deep sleep.

Asseth looked at him tenderly.

Snape, who was relaxed and sleeping, had a relaxed expression. There were two shallow wrinkles between his eyebrows. It was difficult to see clearly when his eyebrows were stretched. They must have been left behind by frowning all year round.

Frowning...

Why do you like to frown so much?

Aces caressed Snape's brow.

As if he wanted to erase the marks caused by those worries, his fingertips couldn't help rubbing.

The characteristics of Snape that were unique to the Potions Master were that he could always find many small scars, from which he could glimpse the Severus Snape who was alone and walking in the darkness in the past.

Everything I have experienced in the past thirty-five years has finally turned into a carving stroke by stroke, deeply penetrating into this soul that is on the verge of exhaustion.

No, it should be said that this tired soul never compromised and endured most of the sufferings in the world before torturing himself like this.

Aces stared at it for a long time and thought about it for a long time.

Why couldn't he have appeared earlier, why couldn't he have endured all this.

His life was so smooth and beautiful, a dream far out of reach for many people, but now he just wanted to see Snape have such beauty.

As for those sufferings... no matter if they happened to him, or if they suffered twice as much, as long as they didn't happen to Snape, he would be happy to do so.

Candlelight quietly illuminates the bedroom, spreading warmth.

Silent and soundless, like a god who knows all things and witnesses the joys and sorrows of the world, waiting compassionately for a destined fact to happen.

Aces broke away from his chaotic thoughts and took out the ring that he had prepared long ago.

The ring is completely white, as white as jade and crystal clear. A silver thread as thin as a hair can be faintly seen inside, swimming in a regular and orderly manner.

He took Snape's hand and put the ring in very slowly, seriously and reverently.

The Potions Master's hands are white and slender, with well-defined joints. If you look closely, the luster is even stronger than that of white jade, and he can easily control the ring as warm as white jade.