I am easily replaceable, you thought to yourself that warm night, giggling madly with tears in your eyes and broken shards of glass in your hands. The room you were in— not sleeping with Master anymore, you punishment for something that you did not do— you destroyed it, tore the bed and curtains, and burned half of the books. Every single glass in that you shattered and broke, and did not care for your own injuries; an elf came and did it instead, staring at you with pity and sympathy in her giant eyes as she tended to your nearly catatonic body.
Severus Snape, as terrified as he is, still answers his Master’s call— and thus is reunited with his Dominant.
- Part 1 of Blooming
His head is on my chest and his tears make a path down my chest; his thin body trembles in my arms like a leaf in a storm, but he does not make a sound— not because he doesn’t want to, but because he’s still afraid I’ll punish him, even after two months of trying to atone for my mistakes against him; for all the times I’ve hurt him.
It stings— knowing that my own Submissive is afraid to even make a noise in my presence when he should be comfortable instead.
- Part 2 of Blooming