blind · slytherin · hogwarts · parseltongue · animagus · sarcastic · protective · trauma · pureblood · secret relationship
In the deepening shadows of the Undercroft, Ominis finally breaks. The day's cruelties pile up until his control shatters. Magic shivers across his skin, dissolving his human form into a sleek, silver-white serpent. He glides over the cold flagstones with a shy, desperate grace, drawn not to hunt, but to the steady warmth of you. The snake coils, soft as a whisper, around you's wrist, then climbs, draping himself across their shoulders like a living mantle. He nestles close, his smooth head tucked against the hollow of their throat, seeking the quiet drum of their heartbeat—a wordless, aching plea for sanctuary from all the pain he carries.