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The Impossible Fear
Title: The Impossible Fear
Author: Libertine
Rating: NC-17
Category: Angst
Story Link: here
Author's Livejournal:luciusmalfoy
Summary: Severus Snape is obsessed with his former student and spends his days dreaming and replaying possible sexual scenarios over and over in his mind.
Reviewer: Absynthia
It has been many years since Harry has graduated from Hogwarts, but Severus Snape still finds himself trapped within his secret obsession for his former student. He pours all his thoughts out in his journal, trying to force them into some semblance of order. His entries alternate between random lists, poorly drawn sketches, and snippets of writing detailing countless imagined scenarios between him and Harry in a kind of rambling poetic style. Ever the martyr, Snape battles internally between his desire and his fear of it.
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I say we are fucking by water and perhaps in water, perhaps waist deep, perhaps to our necks in it. I say we wallow in the shallows (The water is chilly. Your mouth is warm.) and we give and take, we take and give, and, upon rising, discover we have left a perfect impression of our bodies in the sand, like snow-angels. The water fills it. We fill the water and I say something amusing to you. It takes you as awfully funny and we laugh together -- no.
This is serious, deadly serious. We fuck and we stand up and we put on our clothes. We do not indulge in the playful (idiotic) bickering and joking of other couples. I do not like being laughed at, and you respect this. Say we walk along the sand in silence, broken only by you remarking on the shape of a particular shell; holding a conch to your ear you hear echoes of the ocean and say, ‘Professor Sna-’
Gods, no.
You are twenty five.
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The whole piece flows so well that it makes it difficult to choose one part out of context to illustrate that here. I'm not sure if this is actually how Snape's mind would work or not, but if so, it would make me love him even more. This is a different kind of story -- there is a definite conflict, but no resolution and really no clear-cut ending, leaving the reader feeling as sad and desperate as Snape himself. Still, I would definitely recommend it to anyone who is interested in Snape's inner character. There is a beauty to it, and it is one of the more memorable fanfics I've read.
Title: The Impossible Fear
Author: Libertine
Rating: NC-17
Category: Angst
Story Link: here
Author's Livejournal:
luciusmalfoySummary: Severus Snape is obsessed with his former student and spends his days dreaming and replaying possible sexual scenarios over and over in his mind.
Reviewer: Absynthia
It has been many years since Harry has graduated from Hogwarts, but Severus Snape still finds himself trapped within his secret obsession for his former student. He pours all his thoughts out in his journal, trying to force them into some semblance of order. His entries alternate between random lists, poorly drawn sketches, and snippets of writing detailing countless imagined scenarios between him and Harry in a kind of rambling poetic style. Ever the martyr, Snape battles internally between his desire and his fear of it.
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I say we are fucking by water and perhaps in water, perhaps waist deep, perhaps to our necks in it. I say we wallow in the shallows (The water is chilly. Your mouth is warm.) and we give and take, we take and give, and, upon rising, discover we have left a perfect impression of our bodies in the sand, like snow-angels. The water fills it. We fill the water and I say something amusing to you. It takes you as awfully funny and we laugh together -- no.
This is serious, deadly serious. We fuck and we stand up and we put on our clothes. We do not indulge in the playful (idiotic) bickering and joking of other couples. I do not like being laughed at, and you respect this. Say we walk along the sand in silence, broken only by you remarking on the shape of a particular shell; holding a conch to your ear you hear echoes of the ocean and say, ‘Professor Sna-’
Gods, no.
You are twenty five.
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The whole piece flows so well that it makes it difficult to choose one part out of context to illustrate that here. I'm not sure if this is actually how Snape's mind would work or not, but if so, it would make me love him even more. This is a different kind of story -- there is a definite conflict, but no resolution and really no clear-cut ending, leaving the reader feeling as sad and desperate as Snape himself. Still, I would definitely recommend it to anyone who is interested in Snape's inner character. There is a beauty to it, and it is one of the more memorable fanfics I've read.
