Eleanor xSS
[Growth line is the main focus, not just a sweet article]
[The author wants to see a gloomy, restrained, and tense emotion in a relationship with unequal power. He wants to see them fall in love beyond recognition and think that their relationship is a kind of transgression and a kind of redemption. Self-cut leg meat to produce grain╰(￣▽￣)╭
"I still have... Many, many things I want to say to you."
The sourness in Eleanor's chest was about to overflow. She wanted to smile, but her eyes seemed to be crying. She stared at the other person, and her mouth opened and closed weakly.
She had an impulse, but she didn't know where it came from or where it was going.
"Don't say it." Severus's eyes were empty and dull black, and his expression seemed to be indifferent and dead. "I like you - telling those stories about you spending time in life and becoming an adult." His voice was particularly soft, and each word was spoken slowly between his lips and teeth, which could almost be mistaken for tenderness. "Except me."
Eleanor's heart skipped a beat, and all the blood rushed to her head, and then it all faded away, leaving her every inch cold.
Eleanor felt like her heart was like a dying jellyfish, immersed in a pool of poisonous water, its legs dead, its umbrella dead.
Dead, like water disappearing into water.
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Severus Snape's soul was a ruin ruled by hunger.
When he was young, he swallowed the cold treatment and humiliation from the outside world and turned it into a greedy desire for the power of dark magic.
Lily's death caused him to turn this desire on himself - he chewed on his regrets and made a living from it.
His desire for Eleanor is a dangerous, betrayal of the past, an appetite that he is ashamed of and frantically represses.
Concept: Magic never sleeps!
