DRABBLE: Soldiers (Lucius/Amos)
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rarepair_shortsTitle: Soldiers
Character Pairing: Lucius/Amos
Prompt: meanwhile
Rating: PG
Word Count: 430
Summary: Even in daylight, any who entered the grand house of Malfoy knew they were stepping into something powerful and dangerous.
Author's Notes: The eleventh fic of Table Two.
Link to Prompt Table: http://briony-tallis.livejournal.com/48169.html
Malfoy Manor, midnight. Shadows lingered in the corridors, black fingers reaching in an endless pursuit of prey, their hunger fed by the invisible swirls of Dark Magic which seeped in through every crack and window. Even in daylight, any who entered the grand house of Malfoy knew they were stepping into something powerful and mysterious.
In the drawing room, the usual group had gathered, sitting solemnly around the grand table, leaning back in their chairs with their hands upon the glass. Each had his hood pulled up over his head, their unmasked faces cast in shadow. Candlelight flickered before them, dancing across their hands. Their Lord sat at the head of the table, with Abraxas Malfoy proudly by his side, smug in his triumph at acquiring the position of Home Base.
"You have done well, my friends," said the Master, red eyes gleaming in the darkness. "We have managed to strike spectacularly in several places without drawing too much suspicion. Our plan is succeeding nicely." Murmurs of agreement swept around the circle, pleasure at pleasing their Lord. "However, things are beginning to accelerate, and I am need in more soldiers, to carry my word more swiftly."
"My Lord, I humbly submit my son to your calling," said Abraxas Malfoy, leering at the others, for none but he could boast of such a handsome, obedient son. "Lucius is dutiful and fiercely loyal, and as proper as any true Malfoy; he begs to join the fight by your side."
"Does he, now?" The Master mused this over, steepling his fingers before his face, pale as a ghost's in the light of the flickering candles.
"He is due to leave Hogwarts in mere months," the elder Malfoy continued eagerly. "And alas, I confess I am beginning to age; I will be less useful to you in the coming tide of war."
"I also have soldiers to provide, my Lord." Lestrange leaned forward into the light. "My sons are more than ready to serve."
"Bring your sons to me," said the Master, sweeping his arms wide. "I shall judge them for their loyalty myself. If they prove themselves, as you all did, they shall be welcomed. And the growing ranks of our Death Eaters will devour the unworthy."
"Yes, Lord." Abraxas smiled with satisfaction, already planning his next letter to his son.
Meanwhile, in a world very far away, Lucius Malfoy kissed Amos Diggory fiercely, pressing his lover to the wall as hard as he could, as though, with enough passion, he could convince Amos completely of his refusal to join the Dark Ones.
Character Pairing: Lucius/Amos
Prompt: meanwhile
Rating: PG
Word Count: 430
Summary: Even in daylight, any who entered the grand house of Malfoy knew they were stepping into something powerful and dangerous.
Author's Notes: The eleventh fic of Table Two.
Link to Prompt Table: http://briony-tallis.livejournal.com/48169.html
Malfoy Manor, midnight. Shadows lingered in the corridors, black fingers reaching in an endless pursuit of prey, their hunger fed by the invisible swirls of Dark Magic which seeped in through every crack and window. Even in daylight, any who entered the grand house of Malfoy knew they were stepping into something powerful and mysterious.
In the drawing room, the usual group had gathered, sitting solemnly around the grand table, leaning back in their chairs with their hands upon the glass. Each had his hood pulled up over his head, their unmasked faces cast in shadow. Candlelight flickered before them, dancing across their hands. Their Lord sat at the head of the table, with Abraxas Malfoy proudly by his side, smug in his triumph at acquiring the position of Home Base.
"You have done well, my friends," said the Master, red eyes gleaming in the darkness. "We have managed to strike spectacularly in several places without drawing too much suspicion. Our plan is succeeding nicely." Murmurs of agreement swept around the circle, pleasure at pleasing their Lord. "However, things are beginning to accelerate, and I am need in more soldiers, to carry my word more swiftly."
"My Lord, I humbly submit my son to your calling," said Abraxas Malfoy, leering at the others, for none but he could boast of such a handsome, obedient son. "Lucius is dutiful and fiercely loyal, and as proper as any true Malfoy; he begs to join the fight by your side."
"Does he, now?" The Master mused this over, steepling his fingers before his face, pale as a ghost's in the light of the flickering candles.
"He is due to leave Hogwarts in mere months," the elder Malfoy continued eagerly. "And alas, I confess I am beginning to age; I will be less useful to you in the coming tide of war."
"I also have soldiers to provide, my Lord." Lestrange leaned forward into the light. "My sons are more than ready to serve."
"Bring your sons to me," said the Master, sweeping his arms wide. "I shall judge them for their loyalty myself. If they prove themselves, as you all did, they shall be welcomed. And the growing ranks of our Death Eaters will devour the unworthy."
"Yes, Lord." Abraxas smiled with satisfaction, already planning his next letter to his son.
Meanwhile, in a world very far away, Lucius Malfoy kissed Amos Diggory fiercely, pressing his lover to the wall as hard as he could, as though, with enough passion, he could convince Amos completely of his refusal to join the Dark Ones.
