[log] i wish i had the blind faith of an atheist

[apostatised]

Not once, but twice; there is something disconcerting about reliving that particular moment all over again, not quite able to disconnect himself from these men who might very well come from different worlds entirely. They look at him the same way - with rightful suspicion and outright shock, like they've seen a ghost put to rest and he's tearing open old wounds, like he always would - and it feels the same, like a lifetime ago wasn't long enough.

(It wasn't; it was little more than a year.)

The situation, Martel has decided, calls for a drink and a friendship one has to be this twisted in the first place just to fall into. He tells Candice, first, being not entirely a fool, and sends warning ahead to the castle to see if he's welcome enough to drop by.

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[aterastrum.livejournal.com]

Martel is one of the few individuals who is always welcome about the Snape residence - by himself, anyway, let's not push our luck. Severus is in the dungeon (we could call it a basement laboratory, but why?) when he gets the notification, and not up to anything pressing, cleans up his work and drifts topside, arriving at the heavy doors just in time to let him in. There are no servants here, which is undoubtedly not surprising - just him, the occasional bird, and, well. Gillian. Though he's not about, presently.

"Martel."