Lucius Malfoy (ab_lucius) wrote in freedom_reigns, @ 2016-10-16 15:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, c: dani, d: lucius |
RP: For Whom The Bell Tolls
Who: Lucius, Dani, Others
What: Lucius dies
Where: Malfoy Manor
When: Starts early morning 16th October, 2016
Lucius was bored out of his mind. Charles had asked them to be careful for a while, which was code for don't kill people, and if you do, don't let it show that it was Death Eaters. Normally, it wouldn't have been a problem. Lucius had lived most of his life without killing and torturing others. Sure, he enjoyed it, but he didn't need it. However, that was when he had a comfortable house, a position, a wife he loved and a doting son. Now, he was left with a wife he could only see sporadically and in secret. It was not what he enjoyed.
Tonight the boredom had set in around midnight. They were drinking and talking. Some were missing, probably enjoying a Muggle or two that they'd obliviate if they didn't kill her. It was strange how much they didn't have a problem fucking Muggles while they hated them. He supposed that in this case, Muggles were nothing more than a convenient way to pass the time, no different than a game of chess.
By one in the morning, he decided that it was late enough that Danielle wouldn't expect him, which meant no surprise Aurors. He Apparated to the front door and entered his house. He smiled at the thought. This was still his house, despite all the changes. He lit his wand and used it as light as he walked through the manor, not that he needed it. He could navigate this house in total darkness if needed.
In his room, he stared at his beautiful wife for a moment. He liked looking at her when she was so unguarded, but he hadn't come here to look. He went to the bed and cupped her breast, heavy with the pregnancy. "I'm home, darling," he said, squeezing her nipple to ensure that she'd wake up, before moving away and already taking his clothes off. "Champagne, to celebrate," he said to no one, but he knew one of the house elves would be there. They dare not leave him alone and forced to do things for himself. He wasn't let down when a bottle and two flutes appeared on the table. "Danielle, would you take care of that while I finish with my clothes?"