A Change of Feeling

Fuckin' Snakes!

Something was on his face.

It smelled like ash.

...Fire?

Harry blinked and saw that the room was still dark. The fire in the room was out, but it was still smoldering. The smell of semen, sweat, and other bodily fluids entered Harry's nose. He grimaced, although the smell wasn't terribly unpleasant, there was also a kind of sour undertone that Harry wanted to wash away. His skin was dry, but to the extreme; on his stomach was a trail of dried semen, now falling like an extreme form of dandruff from his belly.

He wrinkled his nose and curled his lip into a look of disgust. Only then did he feel something tossing in his hair that had fallen backward due to his movements. He looked at the dark shadow in his black locks and saw the small shape of Jormy. He looked at the cheeky snake that looked straight into his eyes without blinking.

Harry said nothing and just looked pointedly at the snake. Jormy lay still on his pillow, right next to a peacefully sleeping Rabastan, who smelled - in a strange and impossible way - of the fresh breeze of spring and not of dried semen. The lucky bastard.

Jormy hadn't moved yet and Harry couldn't tell anything from his behavior or expression. Harry was well aware that he had humanized Jormy, that he attributed human emotions to the snake. In the current situation, Harry gave the snake a stoic expression. Imperturbable and unaffected by the situation in which he found his master. And that worried Harry.

Because Jormy wasn't stoic, he was bold, flamboyant, and full of himself. The Jormy Harry knew was not a stoic snake, but had actually exploited the situation and possibly made it worse with false, sexual remarks.

But there was Jormy. Motionless, still as a statue, on his pillow. Only the flickering of his little gray tongue told Harry the little snake was still alive.

He blinked. Jormy didn't.

He tilted his head to get a closer look at the snake. Jormy didn't.

~'Jormy?'~ Harry asked softly, poking at the snake.

But Jormy didn't blink and looked intently at Harry.

Harry began to worry about his little snake. Hadn't he been in the fire often enough? Had he eaten too little, or was the harsh weather of January gripping the snake?

~'Jormy, talk to me,'~ Harry pleaded to the snake. ~'I'm sorry I haven't had much contact with you over the past few days, but I was just busy. I had school work, and I was researching my tattoo. And I was with Rabastan... Oh Jormy, I have so much to tell you.'~

Tears began to flow and Harry stroked his friend's smooth skin with his hand. The eyes didn't blink and seemed to stare deep into his soul. Harry began to feel uncomfortable under the snake's gaze and looked for ways to provoke a response. However, he didn't find anything to elicit the snake's interest, so he started talking haphazardly again.

~ 'I'm sorry,'~ he whispered softly, his lips on the snake's skin. ~'I'm sorry I was gone all day yesterday. I'm sorry I didn't visit you right after that to talk to you. I was a little distracted.'~ Harry added a little sheepishly.

~'I'm so sorry I haven't seen you before when I-'~

~'Jormy saw you.'~ the little snake interrupted without blinking. ~'Jormy saw everything, and knows you have copulated.'~

Harry opened his mouth to speak but stopped with a single blink of Jormy's eyes.

~'Fornicate.'~ The snake hissed smugly.