Draco Malfoy (dracolucmalfoy) wrote in amesoeurrpg, @ 2013-02-14 12:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | !!open, !!thread, !places: hogsmeade, !player: ashley, !player: dani, alexandra montgomery, draco malfoy |
Thread: Draco & OPEN
Who: Draco Malfoy & OPEN TO ANY
What: Mix together self-induced Hermit-ism and years of rigid Pride and you get Malfoy hiding in a dank pub indulging in an attempt at alcohol poisoning. Or, where the mun forces her character out of seclusion into a public setting in hopes of something hilarious or amusing happening.
When: February 14th, Evening.
Where: The Hog's Head
Rating: PG-13, for drinking and at least horrible mental language.
Status: Incomplete, Open to more than one character.
It had been a mixture of life-long and rigid pride and slef-imposed hermitage that ended with the decision he had come to. He had been going to hide out in his home, the comment of his father and mother be damned. This was the worst day in his life. At least when he was under the Dark Lord he had been capable of holding onto his shredded pride beneath the veneer of selfless sacrifice. He submitted, he allowed, he stood on in the face of it all for his family. For their survival. He had done with with selfless and unconditional love in the only show of it someone like him was capable of. But this? This potion, his involvement in it, there was little pride to be had.
How could there be pride for something that was going to strip him utterly and completely of free will? He did not take it willingly. He did not want this. He had been on the verge of controlling his life and returning to a mental state where he would be ready and capable to take on his dutiful pureblood wife, one that would take him with all the slander and horrid business attached. He'd produce and heir and spare, perhaps a daughter as well. There was control in that. An acceptable sacrifice. But the control was now stripped away from him. But the worst part of this was the fear.
The fear that his unnatural and wrongful inclinations would be discovered. His shame brought on the the unnatural attentions of the male Death Eaters would be known in the gaining of a male Soul Mate. Platonic would be fine, but as more? As a lover? He would be utterly ruined. For his parents to know how far his corruption went...
He had to get out of the house. He couldn't sit still. He couldn't let Theo see his agitated state. So he went to, hopefully, the one safe public venue; The Hog's Head. He had arrived in the late afternoon suitable disguised with his blonde hair a brown so dark it looked black except for when under the right light, take up a seat in a darkened corner indulging in some wizarding made meade. But now it was evening, and after stomaching some poorly made fare, he was now on to ale and contemplating the further addition of firewhiskey.
Drinking would solve nothing, but at least no one knew it was Draco Malfoy who sat in the dank pub in Hogsmeade. His features and eyes were the same, but the blonde hair was what people noticed and associated with Draco, so changing it was enough to go under the radar except for the most steadfast of examinations. So he drank in peace, dreading the formation of the pull.
But his peace was interrupted when a person sat at his table. "I prefer to drink alone, thank you," he said in a tone unlike the usual Malfoy, for the alcohol already consumed relaxed him in a way not often seen, and not at all outside of privacy. In fact, he seemed only mildly disgruntled at the disturbance, and there was no hint of the privileged and rich prat he was.