valis2 | The Dark Veil/To Capitulate

Title: The Dark Veil
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: RL/SS
Summary: Remus knows exactly who he's brought into his bed.
Disclaimer: JKR, Scholastic, and Warner Bros all own the Potterverse. I make no money from this work of fiction.
Warnings: Poetry (set of haikus), angst, slash, but nothing graphic.
Note: Companion poem to "To Capitulate." Both poems form part four of my series of Snupin-themed haikus, but it isn't necessary to read the others first (or at all). Find the rest here: Treachery, Through These Walls, A Taste of Honey. Beta-read by the ever-lovely

julian_black.

Who are you to say
I am empty? You, hollow
as the shallow grave.

You think you are a
cypher, you wish to be smoke,
cooling as it fades.

I can see the heart
of you, the bitter, bitter
heart, it smolders, chars.

You bite, break your teeth,
the struggle, the clawing--how
dare you mock the wolf

when you are more the
animal. You draw your own
blood, lick 'til it's raw.

The days turn back on
themselves. I feel your tension,
it thrums below skin.

You withdraw, you are
submerged in your wounds, and I
am sublimated.

Haze against the moon.
I smell it. I taste the harsh
rusty iron moon.

Dry panting breaths, loud,
the cell is always too cold,
too clear, barren, bright.

It takes a day, two,
before the stink of fur slips
away. You won't touch.

I must approach you
with milk and fig, bait the trap
and wait, palms open.

Later, when I have
held you (you think that you have
permitted me), when

I have nuzzled you,
your awkward, acrid body,
you will sigh, untie.

You would loathe me if
I said the truth--your heart has
been trapped already,

it is only your
sharp-edged body I must find
again and again.

With eye and tongue and
hand, I have always craved you,
the dark veil of smoke.

Title: To Capitulate
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: RL/SS
Summary: Snape hates being in love.
Disclaimer: JKR, Scholastic, and Warner Bros all own the Potterverse. I make no money from this work of fiction.
Warnings: Poetry (set of haikus), angst, slash, but nothing graphic.
Notes: Companion poem to "The Dark Veil." Beta-read by the ever-lovely

julian_black.

There are days when your
eyes are hollow, when the
stark emptiness in you

overflows, spilling
down to the cracked wooden floor,
until I think I

am crazy to stay,
crazy to leave, cursing my
own mute, stubborn tongue.

A heart beating and
writhing, how I loathe you and
love you, how I wish

you would succumb to
or sever it--I don't want
to share you, ever.

You cajole, you grin,
you feed me sweet lies, but I
know that yesterday

you were not a man.
I can rage, I can break my
own hands against the

bars, but it will not
cease, it tears you away
and leaves me howling.

A night alone, no
stars, only the horrible
smoky moon, it burns.

After, that first touch
grates like rust. The first kiss tastes
of hard, measured pain.

But then your hands, they
promise me things I cannot
bear to hear out loud.

Sharp edges of teeth
on my skin, my ribs. I stay
again and again,

I abide the smell
of fur, I capitulate,
I give in, damn you.

You are just as mad;
I am a bitter shell that
cannot be filled by

kind words or milk, and
you cannot rid me of my
own rooted poison.

The Dark Veil/To Capitulate

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