[He can't breathe, and it is without any sense of shock that he accepts this fact. His power in this realm is regeneration, and thus trusts in its power to keep himself calm even as the airflow is restricted. He cannot help the attempt at gasping his throat does as an instinctual reaction, but other than that, he keeps his reaction minimal. He listens to Snape's words, and knows that he is speaking true. It's what drives his rage, and the hatred in his eyes is visceral. This man betrayed him.
Voldemort raises his hands, not to grab at the hand against his throat but to grab at Severus's. Surely his reach is as long, if not longer, than the professor's. He does not expect it to connect, as it's in truth a diversion: something for Severus's body control powers to focus on while his leg aims for the true target: Snape's crotch.
The Dark Lord is not above playing dirty, it seems.]
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Voldemort raises his hands, not to grab at the hand against his throat but to grab at Severus's. Surely his reach is as long, if not longer, than the professor's. He does not expect it to connect, as it's in truth a diversion: something for Severus's body control powers to focus on while his leg aims for the true target: Snape's crotch.
The Dark Lord is not above playing dirty, it seems.]