FICLET: Pretty Little Liars (Lucius/Amos)
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rarepair_shortsTitle: Pretty Little Liars
Character Pairing: Lucius/Amos
Prompt: hush, little baby
Rating: G
Word Count: 780
Summary: Lucius Malfoy quietly entered the Malfoy nursery and stared down at the face of his child.
Author's Notes: Fic Seven of Table Three.
Link to Prompt Table: http://briony-tallis.livejournal.com/57921.html
Amos placed his hand on Lucius's arm, covering the hideous blemish which would only remind him of terrible things, the midnight torture of a young boy and a letter left lying on the floor under his bed. "Can't you do something about this?" He asked, squeezing, as though he could will the mark away.
"No," said Lucius, frowning down at Amos. "I cannot."
"Why did you do it, Lucius?" Amos spoke in a whisper. "Why did you let it happen?"
"I thought you weren't interested, Amos," Lucius replied coldly, shifting slightly, sliding his arm out of Amos's grasp. "You didn't want to hear about my betrayal. You didn't want to hear about the curse."
"Not this curse again." Amos rolled his eyes and grabbed Lucius again, pulled him in so that their bodies pressed tightly together. "Can't you be honest with me for one moment, Lucius? Can't you explain anything you've done?"
"I am as honest as I know how to be, Amos, as far as you are concerned."
"A perfectly Malfoy-esque answer; pretty little words saying nothing."
"You are free to believe what you wish. I don't particularly care, as long as you remain in this bed with me."
"Now that, I believe."
*****
Lucius Malfoy quietly entered the Malfoy nursery and stared down at the face of his child. He had not spent much time with young Draco as of yet, having little interest in babies. Dealing with newborns was the job of the wife and household staff; it was beneath the master of the manor. And now that Abraxas was dead and buried, Lucius was the master.
It was odd, how Lucius could feel so young and so old at the same time. He was a man now, and still he felt tethered to child-like problems, whims, and desires. His fling with Amos Diggory should have ended ages ago; it should have ended when he was Marked. And yet those two things still ruled his existence, pulling him in opposing directions – the Dark Mark, and Amos.
Amos always hesitated when he saw the faded mark; it was the one moment in each of their trysts when Lucius thought Amos might leave, might change his mind. Lucius would remove his cloak, and Amos would frown at the unveiling, at the very sight of the forearm where the mark would forever lie upon Lucius's skin. But Amos never stopped, and Lucius was grateful for it, for he knew not what would become of him if Amos were ever to stop.
It didn't make sense, that he could still hold onto his mark, and what it meant, and also want a man such as Amos so badly. But Lucius had long since stopped trying to figure it out. He was a Malfoy, and he would be proud and certain, no matter what the circumstances. He would be proud, despite the fact that he had no idea what sort of life he was living.
Lucius looked down upon his son and gently touched his head, smoothing down the wispy tendrils of blonde hair upon the crown of Draco's skull. The boy shifted at the contact, and opened his eyes, squinting up at his father in apparent confusion. Lucius couldn't help but smile, for Draco was already a handsome child, and his eyes were as grey as his father's. "You'll be a proper Malfoy, too, young one," he said quietly, arranging Draco's blanket so as to tuck the toddler in more securely. "You'll learn all the tricks, just like your father. Pretty little liars, the Malfoy men, every one of us. And you'll serve a higher power, whether you like it or not."
"Daddy?" Draco asked, his eyes widening, sitting up in bed and sticking his thumb in his mouth.
"Hush, child," Lucius replied soothingly. "Daddy is merely spouting nonsense. The lies may do that, from time to time." He smiled, and nearly laughed at the sight of little Draco staring up at him with such innocent confusion, his grey eyes wide as saucers. "My son," Lucius said, and tucked the child in once more, Draco tugging the covers tightly to his tiny body. "How do I feel such a strange affection for you, this little being I know not? Even as I slip away to betray your mother, I think of you lying here, so quiet and naïve. Strange, indeed."
Draco said nothing, merely closed his eyes and drifted back into sleep, drooling slightly onto his blanket. Lucius smiled down at him before departing, closing the door tightly against the reality of the outside world, the darkness which lay everywhere, especially in Lucius himself, the prettiest and nastiest of Malfoy liars.
Character Pairing: Lucius/Amos
Prompt: hush, little baby
Rating: G
Word Count: 780
Summary: Lucius Malfoy quietly entered the Malfoy nursery and stared down at the face of his child.
Author's Notes: Fic Seven of Table Three.
Link to Prompt Table: http://briony-tallis.livejournal.com/57921.html
Amos placed his hand on Lucius's arm, covering the hideous blemish which would only remind him of terrible things, the midnight torture of a young boy and a letter left lying on the floor under his bed. "Can't you do something about this?" He asked, squeezing, as though he could will the mark away.
"No," said Lucius, frowning down at Amos. "I cannot."
"Why did you do it, Lucius?" Amos spoke in a whisper. "Why did you let it happen?"
"I thought you weren't interested, Amos," Lucius replied coldly, shifting slightly, sliding his arm out of Amos's grasp. "You didn't want to hear about my betrayal. You didn't want to hear about the curse."
"Not this curse again." Amos rolled his eyes and grabbed Lucius again, pulled him in so that their bodies pressed tightly together. "Can't you be honest with me for one moment, Lucius? Can't you explain anything you've done?"
"I am as honest as I know how to be, Amos, as far as you are concerned."
"A perfectly Malfoy-esque answer; pretty little words saying nothing."
"You are free to believe what you wish. I don't particularly care, as long as you remain in this bed with me."
"Now that, I believe."
*****
Lucius Malfoy quietly entered the Malfoy nursery and stared down at the face of his child. He had not spent much time with young Draco as of yet, having little interest in babies. Dealing with newborns was the job of the wife and household staff; it was beneath the master of the manor. And now that Abraxas was dead and buried, Lucius was the master.
It was odd, how Lucius could feel so young and so old at the same time. He was a man now, and still he felt tethered to child-like problems, whims, and desires. His fling with Amos Diggory should have ended ages ago; it should have ended when he was Marked. And yet those two things still ruled his existence, pulling him in opposing directions – the Dark Mark, and Amos.
Amos always hesitated when he saw the faded mark; it was the one moment in each of their trysts when Lucius thought Amos might leave, might change his mind. Lucius would remove his cloak, and Amos would frown at the unveiling, at the very sight of the forearm where the mark would forever lie upon Lucius's skin. But Amos never stopped, and Lucius was grateful for it, for he knew not what would become of him if Amos were ever to stop.
It didn't make sense, that he could still hold onto his mark, and what it meant, and also want a man such as Amos so badly. But Lucius had long since stopped trying to figure it out. He was a Malfoy, and he would be proud and certain, no matter what the circumstances. He would be proud, despite the fact that he had no idea what sort of life he was living.
Lucius looked down upon his son and gently touched his head, smoothing down the wispy tendrils of blonde hair upon the crown of Draco's skull. The boy shifted at the contact, and opened his eyes, squinting up at his father in apparent confusion. Lucius couldn't help but smile, for Draco was already a handsome child, and his eyes were as grey as his father's. "You'll be a proper Malfoy, too, young one," he said quietly, arranging Draco's blanket so as to tuck the toddler in more securely. "You'll learn all the tricks, just like your father. Pretty little liars, the Malfoy men, every one of us. And you'll serve a higher power, whether you like it or not."
"Daddy?" Draco asked, his eyes widening, sitting up in bed and sticking his thumb in his mouth.
"Hush, child," Lucius replied soothingly. "Daddy is merely spouting nonsense. The lies may do that, from time to time." He smiled, and nearly laughed at the sight of little Draco staring up at him with such innocent confusion, his grey eyes wide as saucers. "My son," Lucius said, and tucked the child in once more, Draco tugging the covers tightly to his tiny body. "How do I feel such a strange affection for you, this little being I know not? Even as I slip away to betray your mother, I think of you lying here, so quiet and naïve. Strange, indeed."
Draco said nothing, merely closed his eyes and drifted back into sleep, drooling slightly onto his blanket. Lucius smiled down at him before departing, closing the door tightly against the reality of the outside world, the darkness which lay everywhere, especially in Lucius himself, the prettiest and nastiest of Malfoy liars.
