HP: Embrace the Darkness

"……Yes?"

Aces laughed angrily, groping in the dark and pinching the potion master's cheek to vent his anger.

"If you're worried, why don't you say anything? If I don't ask, how long do you plan to hold it in?"

Snape stopped the hand that wanted to continue squeezing, feeling a little aggrieved, "You said you need to calm down."

"You don't even look at what you said." Asseth muttered.

"what?"

"It's nothing." Asseth sighed and said helplessly, "Don't say that kind of thing next time. If you really don't know what to say, just call me by my name."

name?

He called, but no sound came out.

Snape lowered his head and pressed it against the collarbone of Artes' neck, calling in a low voice: "Artes."

After a moment of pause, he added: "...don't be angry."

The air was silent.

It was so quiet that Snape could hear the heartbeat.

If the noisy heartbeat at this time could express his true feelings, it wouldn't seem so clumsy.

With this thought in mind, he took Ass's hand and put it on his chest. His folded hands felt the chaotic heartbeat underneath through the thin layer of nightgown.

What should I do with you? Seaver.

Asseth breathed out very softly, took out his hand and pulled the person over, hugging him tightly, "I'm not angry with you, and I don't want to leave, so don't worry."

"it is good."

Snape hugged the regained warmth tightly, and threw away the quilt covering him because he disliked it being in the way. Artes raised his own quilt to wrap him up in a funny way.

There was no gap between the two of them.

Asseth thought of the forceful kiss just now, and his tight arms relaxed a little, "Do your lips still hurt?"

Snape licked the wound on his lower lip, not feeling the rusty smell, and shook his head, "It doesn't hurt."

"Come, let me see."

Aces let go of his hand, magic flowed to his fingertips, and a faint fluorescent light lit up.

He stepped away a little distance and clasped Snape's chin. His eyes swept across the lips. He was relieved to put out the light when he saw no obvious redness, swelling or bruises.

In the dark, no one saw Snape doing anything outrageous.

Once there was light, he couldn't stand it.

Not to mention checking the lip wound.

After Asseth made a move, he used all his willpower not to dodge.

As soon as the lights went out, Asseth clearly felt that the muscles of the people around him relaxed quickly and returned to a lazy posture.

Are you that resistant?

Feeling funny and helpless at the same time, he leaned forward in the dark, held Snape's face, and gently kissed Snape's battered lips with a comforting kiss.

"Okay, it's okay."

The gentle tone of voice was like coaxing a child to soothe Snape's inner restlessness. He raised his head in response to receive the kiss from his lover.

After several pecks, Artes pulled away slightly and touched the tip of Snape's nose intimately with the tip of his nose, and their breaths intertwined intimately.

Using his fingers to figure out the location, he said: "Sif, use Legilimency."

Snape grabbed Arthur's hand suddenly, "What do you mean! Do you think I-"

"No." Asses interrupted.

Snape breathed heavily and suppressed his anger and asked, "What is that?"

Artes gave him the go-ahead, "I want to show you something. It's too troublesome to borrow a pensieve from Dumbledore in the middle of the night. This is more convenient, that's all."

Snape was still dubious.

The main reason is that every Legilimency of Arthas left an extremely deep memory on him.

He would even prefer to let Voldemort take his soul, at least it wouldn't hurt so much.

"Take a look, the answer you want is here."

Arthur sighed and clasped Snape's hand back, bringing it to the end of his eyes without any doubt, "I put that memory at the top, you can take your time to read it."

Snape picked up the bedside wand and pointed it at Artes, then followed the position of his hand and looked at the peach blossom eyes.

A faint light flashed in his eyes, and he recited the incantation: "Legilimency."

Countless memory fragments emerge without reservation, like a book that is completely open to be turned.

Snape resisted the urge to explore other memories and followed Artes' words to find a carefully preserved memory in the outermost memory.

Dense rainforest reappears.

The black leopard, the awkward first encounter, the silent indulgence, the apology in the tent, the food given away, the all-night waiting, the tears condensed into ice crystals.

There is also strong and heavy heartache and guilt.

These memories and emotions that should never see the light of day passed through the limitations of time and space and appeared before Snape's eyes.

Seeing this memory again, I can only watch the black panther's life passing away. His helplessness and guilt are like wires wrapped around his throat, forcing Asseth to be unable to breathe.

He closed his eyes in confusion and took the initiative to disconnect Legilimency.

Snape wasn't much better.

Forced to withdraw from Legilimency, he was unprepared for the stabbing pain in his mind, but he seemed not to feel it, staring in the direction of Artes with red eyes.

"who is he?"

Asses felt as if someone had stabbed him with a knife at the top of his heart, and he was heartbroken.

He calmed down his ups and downs.

"It's you. To be precise, it should be you in another time and space. There is still a soul in the black panther. He is just attached to it. The price is... death."

Snape seemed to understand why Ass's reaction was so loud tonight.

He held back his sourness and jealousy and asked again: "What about you - him?"

Aces knew who Snape was asking and sighed, "It's most likely death. Other than that, I can't think of a reason why he would come here regardless of the cost."

Snape closed his eyes and stopped talking.

After Asses recovered, he began to regret it. This memory was too heavy and he was impulsive.

Suddenly he remembered the Legilimency that had just been disconnected out of control, and he quickly reached out to touch Snape's forehead and said distressedly: "Do you have a headache? I'm sorry, I..."

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore." Snape pressed his hand against Asseth's hand without hesitation. "For tonight... forget it. Whether you are dead or alive, I accept it."

Aces stroked his closed and slightly trembling eyelashes, "Believe me, we will not get to their point. I promise that we will be together forever."

"I believe you."

Snape took the initiative to hug Artes.

Artes did not resist, and allowed himself to be held in Snape's arms, closing his eyes peacefully, enjoying the feeling of being surrounded by his lover's breath.

After solving the things that bothered the two of them, sleep finally emerged, embracing the two people hugging each other on the bed like the moonlight outside.

Aces' mood fluctuated greatly all night. As soon as he relaxed, his consciousness began to become hazy and he could fall asleep at any time.

Of course, he didn't forget to say good night.

Holding his eyelids open, Asses said "good night".

"Good night."

Snape responded softly, then waited.

After a while, the breath of the person in his arms became long and regular.

Aces fell asleep.

Snape moved closer carefully, and Artes' hot breath sprayed on the side of his face. He did not avoid it, and traced the familiar eyebrows with his fingertips distressedly.

How could he... force him like this.