[ player info ]
i. hrundh (ruh·un·da)
ii. hrundh#6333
iii. advertisement
[ character info ]
i. antonia
ii. female
iii. andalusian (or PRE)
iv. grey (buckskin base, EE/aa/nCr/Gg)
v. 16.0 hands
vi. 12
[ sample ]
what is a man to a god?
a muggle to a wizard?
lucius stands on the edge of something. he can't quite be sure what it is, only that is very important. a great wave building up inside him, threatening to break through his meticulously crafted dam. what rushes through? he doesn't want to think about the answer, the consequence of what it might mean. one small crack and the water will begin to trickle through—all the lies, the secrets, the madness. it beats against him and he grows tired.
so very tired—
of fighting, trying, living.
but then he thinks about them. his reason to exist, to keep patching the great dam. he thinks it might eventually kill him, it might kill them all. he can't let it happen. he refuses. so lucius malfoy covers the cracks, trembles as his hand takes his wand from his pocket, feels the mark on his arm begin tingle.
&
the great hall is quiet. not even the slightest whisper as lucius malfoy sits down and the sorting hat is placed on his head.
ahhh,
curls a strange voice
you—
i've been waiting
—waiting for you, lucius
he thinks about licorice and sunny afternoons and his mother planting flowers and—
hufflepuff? oh, no, not you
not you—
so he thinks about sitting by the fire reading into the night, cups of tea with dark smears at the bottom and trying to read his own future—
ravenclaw? you must be daft ....
you know where you want to go, they always do—
there's images of bravery, they flick through his mind. bravery and arrogance and a mammoth need to prove himself that equates to—
gryffindor? come now, lucius!
his brow sweats, his lips twist.
what do you want most of all, lucius?
to protect those you love?
and what, dear boy, are you willing to do to save them?
slytherin—
the house erupts with cheers and applause and lucius, stunned into sheepish silence, gets up from the stool. he staggers like a drunk man to the table, sits down among the children who so cleverly believe a lie. believe he is one of them by the very blood in his veins.
&
your hand brushes the hair from her shoulder and there, against the snowy slope, you place your burning lips.
to quote the marriage of heaven and hell—
for everything that lives is holy.
and she is holy, lucius. she is everything you have ever wanted and you have spent all your hours trying to make her smile.
when you met her in the shadowy greenhouse and you talked about plants and books and the patterns in the stars—the patterns of the little freckles along her spine now a new thing, a new constellation for you to admire.
how could something so good belong to you? now you know why the hat determined your house to be slytherin—you are selfish and arrogant and you are ruthless in what you want.
your desires—your fingers around her wrist, pulling her closer. the first night you spent together in the greenhouse—
the first and now this, a marriage bed covered in white lace. you lay there beside her, spent and sticky with sweat—you watch her sleep. the way her body moves with every breath, the way the moon dripping from the window catches in her hair.
you watch and you love her, don't you?
then you roll over on your back to stare at the ceiling.
at the thoughts swirling around in your head. what is a man except what he loves most? there is a smudge of her lipstick on your palm, another at the corner of your mouth.
&
draco is small, too small. his face is round and red and slimy from the snot dripping down his nose. it's late, too late. the moon is full, heavy. the night is hot, sticky, somewhere in the distance people scream.
they had taken her out to the shed, the muggleborn, behind the great house in the night. they were torturing her back there. they were twisting her body, they were vultures and they picked, picked, picked. cissa looks at him, her eyes are round as draco's face and her mouth is trembling.
she wants to say
don't
but
he does
"i have to go out there," he tells her and they exchange a kiss and lucius feels a prick in his chest like a poisoned needle. his fingers brush the cheek of his son, giving him a soft kiss on the forehead.
maybe for the last time, he thinks.
because out in the shed something terrible, unspeakable, is happening. his friends are out there—
he looks back at cissa and their son, the life he's tried so hard to build for them even in this chaos. he looks at them and he sees the reason he must go out into the shed. into the screaming night.
he would do anything
for people he loved most.