An IRC log of an event that happened quite a long time ago. Done for kicks.

( It is very dark... )

For the first time in ages, Severus awoke slowly, late in the morning. A man naturally given to strict habits and an early riser through years of life in a school, there was a moment of disorientation as he looked up at bed curtains not his own and saw the angle of light peeking in through them. There was a time when he would have had wand out and curtains open in an instinctive jerk, but this morning something felt too utterly right for paranoia. Snape found himself calm and merely a little confused.

Then something brushed against his cheek. Hair? Red hair. Red hair that curled itself around his finger and oh sweet flowers of Elysium Nadezhda.

Stretching, Snape found himself a bit sore...and smiled. The little tendril around his finger led to a coiling nest in which the pale oval of his wife's face lay. It was, to him, a sight that had filled and defined him and would do so all his days.

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While taking advantage of the 3-day extension on paid accounts offer, a fact was brought to my attention.

This journal is paid through 2009.





Merlin's tits, I love you guys.

What are you afraid to say, unless it's anonymous? Say it here. It could be something you're afraid to say to me, to an employer, to a friend or loved one. Perhaps it is something you're afraid to say about your world or the nexus. Perhaps it is a secret you've been keeping. Say it here.

((IP logging and anonymous screening are off. If you are going to say something OOC anonymously, do so in brackets. Meme taken from osborn_journals))

Throughout days so vexing I could walk from this house and never return, and in defiance of the endless winds of change and chaos that erode even the most basic laws of man and nature, you are there, always, when I close my eyes.

S. Snape,

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So. They didn't take you. Say bye-bye to Damsel, Corefire, and the rest of the
Champions club. Welcome to the rest of the world.

That's okay.

You can do something, can't you? Something no one else can. Something they don't like. Maybe you built it in your garage. Maybe you leared it at the dojo. Maybe you just woke up on a bright summer morning with something dark inside you.

We've been there. We know about this. You're strange. You're a little
crooked. That's okay. We like that. There's a lot of us out here. Welcome to the other side. The supervillains.

And we won't tell you what to do with your superpowers.

-Doctor Impossible

( It comes with a badge, even. )