Lucius (lmalfoy) wrote in plagued_logs, @ 2016-03-06 21:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1999 march, cyril peakes, lucius malfoy |
Who: Lucius and Cyril
Where: Cyril's cottage
What: the morning after
Rating: Lucius?
Lucius didn't sleep well. Not after Azkaban. But last night, after he and Cyril had lost themselves in each other's bodies, for the first time without hate or denial or anything else between them, well... he'd slept soundly. For the first time in ages, without alcohol at least. He'd been drunk on the love they'd finally admitted to each other.
Not that Lucius expected a happy ending. Nothing of the sort, in fact. He knew they could never truly be together. Not once the quarantine ended, as it must, when there would be hell to pay for what he'd done... but for now, they were in a kind of stasis and they could indulge for a short time what they both wanted so badly.
So it was when he finally woke, to the warm rays of sun across his face and the scent of them both on the sheets, he reached over and to his disappointment, Cyril wasn't next to him. He raised his head to look around the room; Cyril wasn't anywhere to be seen.
A brief surge of panic settled as he took another deep breath; the smell of bacon assailed his nostrils and he became aware of the comforting, domestic sounds of someone in a kitchen.
Cyril. Cooking him breakfast? Lucius grinned widely, pleased at the mental image he had. Could it be? He had to see this for himself. He sat up quietly, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and standing up.
Unmindful of his nudity, he padded out of the room toward the delicious smells, his stomach rumbling.