HP: Embrace the Darkness

Asseth, who had fallen asleep, still maintained a good posture, neither leaning nor bending down.

If his eyes were not tightly closed, it would not be inappropriate to put him in a banquet where people were drinking and drinking.

Snape's gaze was fixed on his face. Artes's bones were very well matched, especially those eyes. When he opened his eyes, his slightly curved eyebrows were dazzling, suppressing the bottomless tiredness.

Now An An quietly closes his eyes, his smile disappears, and traces of the fatigue that have been suppressed for a long time are revealed between his brows. The fatigue can be seen even from such a long distance.

Snape stood up, carefully sat on the edge of the bed, and slowly traced Artes' face with his eyes, trying to find the tiredness that was inadvertently revealed.

In fact, there was no need to deliberately search for it. The obvious bruises under his eyes, the white and peeling lips, and the small scratches he didn't know when and where they were scratched clearly told Snape how tired the person in front of him was.

At Cavendish Manor, relying on a few words from Joel and Susanna, he had already vaguely guessed that Artes was in a very dangerous place, doing something very dangerous, so dangerous that he stopped communicating with him for several days. .

What Haierbo said later undoubtedly confirmed this guess, and also told him another point that he didn't know - Ass's target was Haierbo, and his right arm had been injured several times.

Snape's breathing involuntarily became heavier when he thought of the scene where beautiful blood flowers bloomed on Asseth's body.

He couldn't imagine what would happen to Asseth if the gun hit his heart. Would he close his eyes forever and never smile at him again?

The mere birth of this idea made Snape extremely uncomfortable, and it even made him uncomfortable to look at Artes, who was sleeping with his eyes closed.

He slowly raised his hand and touched Asseth's eyes.

Bring your fingertips to the end of your eyes and rub them gently.

The warm touch calmed the inner panic, and was replaced by an indescribable peace of mind.

"I'm sorry for everything that happened that day."

Artes had already woken up before Snape sat down on the bed.

In the battlefield, there is no absolute safety.

During those few days in the war zone, he was forced to sleep for an hour and accumulate energy for the day.

His vigilance would not disappear even this hour. The sound of footsteps, gravel falling to the ground, and calls, no matter how small the sound, could forcibly wake him up from his rest.

He had just come back and had not yet adapted to the peaceful environment, so the sound of Snape sitting down by the bed was enough to wake him up.

Almost subconsciously, he quietly clenched his fist to prepare for a counterattack, but when he clenched his fist, he discovered that the smell lingering on the tip of his nose was not the smoke of the battlefield, but the familiar bitter aroma of herbs.

He was back, Asseth was stunned, and realized this belatedly.

At this moment, someone suddenly touched the end of his eye. By some strange mistake, he did not open his eyes and heard Snape's solemn apology.

Aces was stunned again, his heart softening unknowingly because of Snape's actions and words, and there was a tendency for it to continue to soften.

After the softening of heart, heartache followed.

Why did his Sif only dare to apologize when he was asleep?

If he hadn't been awakened, if he hadn't heard the words, if he hadn't known anything.

This person will not let him go for long.

Aces had no intention of letting Snape continue to put him in a dead end.

After sorting out his thoughts, he quietly opened his eyes and faced Snape's suddenly narrowed pupils. A smile naturally appeared on his lips, and he grabbed Snape's hand that he wanted to take away with his backhand and held it.

"Sev, can you listen to me?"

Snape didn't speak, and Artes took it as his acquiescence and relaxed his throat, making his voice softer.

"Maybe you don't believe it, but I'm really not angry and I didn't blame you.

I know that with your temperament, you will not attack without reason, unless there is a misunderstanding.

So I always knew it was a misunderstanding, but I just couldn't find the right opportunity to tell you clearly.

I was also at fault for not telling you clearly in time, so don't blame yourself for everything. "

Snape stared at the hands held between the two of them, feeling the warmth coming from them continuously, and listening to the gentle words coming from his ears, it felt like he was in another world.

For nearly a week without Asseth, he thought he didn't care, but now he realized that he had been forcing himself to deliberately not care.

Aces's words continue

"Also, I was too sleepy just now and didn't hear you clearly. If this made you misunderstand that I was angry, I can tell you again."

After saying this, he paused, his voice slowed down, and he solemnly said: "No matter in the past, present, or future, I will never be angry with you."

"I believe."

Snape was confused and said something unexpectedly.

Aces didn't follow his train of thought, "Huh?"

"I trust you're not angry."

Snape patiently repeated it a second time, and said it more clearly. His black eyes, which were as cold as a cold pool, were staring at Artes, with indescribable emotions in his eyes.

"Did Shen Feng Wuying hit you that day? Is the wound... still painful?"

"what?"

Ace's eyes flashed slightly, his face full of confusion.

"Did you hit me?"

Snape was also a little confused, "Didn't he get hit? But there was blood on the cellar door."

The two of them subconsciously looked at the hands they were holding.

But Asseth's right hand had been regenerated by the explosion, and there were no traces of the newly grown skin. Asseth quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

"I didn't feel anything at the time. It probably wasn't hit. It might just be other marks."

Seeing that Snape still didn't give up staring at his hands, Artes smiled helplessly, "Okay, if you keep reading, I will fall asleep again, so talk to me."

The potion master frowned and looked up and down Artes's face. He found that fatigue was still hanging on Artes' brows, and his tone couldn't help but become colder.

"You should sleep now."

Aces disapproved, holding his chin and staring straight at Snape.

"You can sleep at any time, but you can't look at it at any time. Let me look at it a few more times."

Snape felt uncomfortable looking at him, and his eyes vaguely avoided him, falling on the faint blood on his chest.

"Your wound is torn?"

Aces lowered his head, "Probably, but I didn't make any big moves."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered that when Snape approached him, he clenched his fist hard and prepared to fight back. It may be that at that time, the wound opened.

"It's okay, don't worry, it doesn't hurt. I'll have someone come over and bandage it later."

"I'll help you."

Snape stared closely at the blood slowly spreading on his chest, feeling that the red was particularly dazzling.

Aces raised his eyebrows, a little surprised by Snape's words, but he didn't reject it out loud. He unbuttoned the shirt with one hand and took off his white shirt in a few clicks.

As he took off his clothes, he looked at Snape, not missing every expression on Snape's face.

Knowing Snape, he had no problem figuring out what those expressions meant.

There are worries, hesitations, and shyness.

But there is no rejection.

Okay, the plans he had to make for a platonic relationship could be scrapped.