there’s nothing left in me but melancholy. no anger, no curiosity, no arousal, no pain. just a drowsy sadness.
you can leave the door unlocked, you know. i’m not going to barge in.
we’ve always belonged to ourselves, and yet there’s always been someone looming over us. we can only govern ourselves as far as the will of another, someone who holds power over us, allows.
you’re no longer daddy’s boy. nor lucius’s. so who’s your master now?
he’s gained a questionable reputation in the underground circles and trap houses of his decaying industrial hometown, largely due to his unconventional medical practices and the substances he creates.
someone stole his clothes and towel whilst he was in the shower, so he rips the shower curtain down, wraps it around himself like a dress, and heads back to his room like that.
almost snatching the notebook from the other’s hands, severus pressed it to his chest. his gaze was as hostile as ever, but the naga’s good intentions soon dawned on him, and his shoulders sank.
“have you read it?”
Replying to @VeletVenomous
Naga lingered near the Slytherin common room’s tall windows, quietly observing Severus from a distance. He’d noticed the other boy’s habit of keeping to himself, always buried in books or scribbled notes. After a moment’s thought, Naga approached, holding a small notebook he’d-
sometimes these who smile are just waiting for you to stumble.
Replying to @prewettpetals
@thecurepotion
“Honestly, Severus, when was the last time you let someone do something nice for you without looking as though you suspect them of poisoning you?”


















