DRABBLE: The Art of War (Lucius/Amos)
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rarepair_shortsTitle: The Art of War
Character Pairing: Lucius/Amos
Prompt: black ink
Rating: G
Word Count: 444
Summary: On the first day of term, Amos found a small piece of parchment sticking out of his trunk.
Author's Notes: The second of my second Lucius/Amos set! Hmm, I should probably come up with an overall title for this series, especially as it may extend even beyond this table, depending on how things go.
Link to Prompt Table: http://briony-tallis.livejournal.com/48169.html
On the first day of term, Amos found a small piece of parchment sticking out of his trunk.
Perplexed, he bent over and tugged on its corner, his brow furrowed. The parchment tore slightly, and Amos gave in with a huff, sitting in his corner of the dorm room and opening the lid. On top of his neatly folded robes was a crumpled note, wedged into the latch. Amos pried it free and smoothed out the creases, shutting his trunk and leaning heavily upon the lid. The handwriting seemed familiar; he couldn't say for certain, but who else would stick a letter into his trunk? A Malfoy is capable of anything.
"All war is deception. -- Sun Tzu"
Amos stared at the words, taking in their meaning. There was, no doubt, a war brewing; one could no longer ignore the frightened whispers, the suspicious disappearances. The words in his hand must reference this war, the physical manifestation of the differences between Malfoy and Diggory, beginning with a horrifying moment in a dark wood. It was another excuse in a pathetic and useless argument. Lucius Malfoy pretending to torment in order to save face was just as detestable as an honestly malicious tormentor. It didn't matter.
Amos crumpled the parchment and tossed it into the wastebasket, shutting his eyes briefly to block the sight of the offending note hitting its target. Even as he loathed Malfoy, still he wanted to savor each bit of him.
At dinner, Lucius had black ink stains on his fingertips, the color of war and despair. Amos frowned at the sight of them. "Been writing a lot of notes lately, Malfoy?" He asked pointedly as he passed the Slytherin table, staring Lucius in the eye with as much bravery as he could muster.
"I don't know what you are talking about, Diggory," Lucius replied. He sounded perfectly nonchalant, but his eyes told a different story, and Amos responded in kind, silently informing Malfoy that he did not care for surprise quotes in his belongings.
Lucius let his gaze slip away from Amos Diggory and refocus on Narcissa Black, who was laughing at something one of her girlfriends was saying. Casually, Lucius let his fingers settle upon her shoulder, playing with the edges of her hair. Narcissa shot him a pleasantly surprised look at the contact, and Lucius smiled at her, openly and in direct line of sight to Amos, who gawked for a moment before jerking away with a scowl upon his face. It was slightly painful, allowing Amos to think that Lucius's affections had transferred to another, but, after all, war was deception, and Lucius was fighting many wars.
Character Pairing: Lucius/Amos
Prompt: black ink
Rating: G
Word Count: 444
Summary: On the first day of term, Amos found a small piece of parchment sticking out of his trunk.
Author's Notes: The second of my second Lucius/Amos set! Hmm, I should probably come up with an overall title for this series, especially as it may extend even beyond this table, depending on how things go.
Link to Prompt Table: http://briony-tallis.livejournal.com/48169.html
On the first day of term, Amos found a small piece of parchment sticking out of his trunk.
Perplexed, he bent over and tugged on its corner, his brow furrowed. The parchment tore slightly, and Amos gave in with a huff, sitting in his corner of the dorm room and opening the lid. On top of his neatly folded robes was a crumpled note, wedged into the latch. Amos pried it free and smoothed out the creases, shutting his trunk and leaning heavily upon the lid. The handwriting seemed familiar; he couldn't say for certain, but who else would stick a letter into his trunk? A Malfoy is capable of anything.
"All war is deception. -- Sun Tzu"
Amos stared at the words, taking in their meaning. There was, no doubt, a war brewing; one could no longer ignore the frightened whispers, the suspicious disappearances. The words in his hand must reference this war, the physical manifestation of the differences between Malfoy and Diggory, beginning with a horrifying moment in a dark wood. It was another excuse in a pathetic and useless argument. Lucius Malfoy pretending to torment in order to save face was just as detestable as an honestly malicious tormentor. It didn't matter.
Amos crumpled the parchment and tossed it into the wastebasket, shutting his eyes briefly to block the sight of the offending note hitting its target. Even as he loathed Malfoy, still he wanted to savor each bit of him.
At dinner, Lucius had black ink stains on his fingertips, the color of war and despair. Amos frowned at the sight of them. "Been writing a lot of notes lately, Malfoy?" He asked pointedly as he passed the Slytherin table, staring Lucius in the eye with as much bravery as he could muster.
"I don't know what you are talking about, Diggory," Lucius replied. He sounded perfectly nonchalant, but his eyes told a different story, and Amos responded in kind, silently informing Malfoy that he did not care for surprise quotes in his belongings.
Lucius let his gaze slip away from Amos Diggory and refocus on Narcissa Black, who was laughing at something one of her girlfriends was saying. Casually, Lucius let his fingers settle upon her shoulder, playing with the edges of her hair. Narcissa shot him a pleasantly surprised look at the contact, and Lucius smiled at her, openly and in direct line of sight to Amos, who gawked for a moment before jerking away with a scowl upon his face. It was slightly painful, allowing Amos to think that Lucius's affections had transferred to another, but, after all, war was deception, and Lucius was fighting many wars.
