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Crucify My Love
Rating: R
Pairing: Draco/Lucius
Warnings: Incest and Slash
Chapter 1: Silver and Cold
The brilliant red, playful orange, and lively yellow flames licked away at the last remnants of rotting wood radiating a nearly uncomfortable heat. The flicker of the flames and the taunting milky moon were the only sources of light filtering into the study of Lucius Malfoy. His bluish-grey eyes stared at the dying flames as he unconsciously drummed his long pale fingers against the side of his silver serpent cane. Running his other hand, just as elegant yet strong as the other, through his long blonde hair he sighed feeling the rather unknown warmth of the fire place gradually fade, the room slowly swept up by the bitter coldness much more familiar to Malfoy Manor. His rather melancholy thoughts were momentarily distracted by the sharp feeling of another presence in the room. Swiftly turning in his chair and rising from it, Lucius moved to see the figure of his son standing in the doorway.
His son, his heir, the only person who he truly loved in this horrid place. Draco Malfoy was now in sixth year and a complete beauty. He stood tall at 5'8", his skin still an enticing pale shade, his eyes the same gleaming silver pools that betrayed his stolid countenance by exposing everything that lay deep within, and his entire body completely fit from years of playing qudditich. But these were thoughts a father could not think about his son... his only son, his beautiful, alluring, perfect son- Lucius quickly shook his head as if to rid himself of these thoughts that could never be allowed to exist. Draco was only sixteen, not truly a child but still far too young to understand the depth to which Lucius felt for his son, the raw emotions that poured through his veins when he saw Draco lift those entrancing eyes for the approval only a son can crave from his father. Of course Draco loved him, he loved and respected Lucius as a father. These word Lucius kept in mind. Just as a father, he is too young, I cannot think these thoughts.
Draco cleared his throat quickly jerking Lucius from the turbulent thoughts that ran wildly throughout his mind.
"Father..."
"What is it my son?"
"My initiation to the Dark Lord will be soon, wont it?"
Lucius could only nod towards his son trying his best to keep his countenance as antipathetic as possible. It certainly was not an easy task when, although Draco's brave face tried to hide it, those silvery eyes were consumed by interminable uncertainty and utter fear. Lucius would do anything to prevent Draco from receiving the Dark Mark as well as the miserable fate that came along with it. Lucius just couldn't imagine letting his beloved son live the same horrid life Lucius, himself, was forced to endure.
"I don't blame you father," Draco stated simply his face still stern but his voice wavering slightly despite his best efforts to stay together.
Lucius was taken aback at how Draco seemed to clearly read his mind but he didn't show it. No, Lucius had to be strong for his son, no matter how much he craved to reach out and embrace him. To feel that angelically soft silvery blonde hair against his cheek.... Once again Lucius had to shake away these thoughts that would destroy him eventually.
"I will do my best to make you proud," Draco said firmly and turned to leave but then stopped midway as if contemplating something, then in one swift moment he turned around and moved quickly towards his father taking him in a tight embrace.
Lucius froze as he felt Draco wrap his slender yet firm arms around his neck and rest his temple just below Lucius's shoulder as was his height. Draco continued to hug Lucius despite the fact his father just stood there motionless, seemingly not caring that his son was showing such a blatant act of emotion.
Lucius just stayed there, wanting more than anything to wrap his arms around Draco and reassure him, to run his fingers through his hair and whisper in his ear comforting words. But he couldn't, not to his son, for if he returned the simple hug he wouldn't be able to let go; already the sweet vanilla smell drifting from Draco's glossy hair and warm flesh was making Lucius rather lightheaded. Yes, the boy radiated a wonderful warmth from his fragile body, from his surprisingly fragile spirit, the same fierce warmth the fire from the fireplace attempted to create but failed in doing so. Draco radiated the only type of warmth that could possibly destroy the extreme coldness that filled the essence of Malfoy Manor. Still Lucius did not dare move, he could not...
Draco stayed with his arms around his silent and still father for only a moment more before admitting defeat. Draco knew better than to expect his father to show any sort of emotion but the pain was still inevitable. His pulled away slowly and let his silver eyes wander until they met with the desolate grey ones of his father. Draco stared for a moment longer before hastily turning and then quickly leaving and heading towards his room.
Lucius stared at the departing figure of his son and tried to push away the vision of deep hurt he saw in his son's eyes.
"I would do anything for you Draco. If I could I would take the Dark Mark all over again just to prevent you from receiving it. I would take all of your sins and let them fall upon me, no matter how heavy the burden. One day my son you will understand just how much I love you... but not today. Perhaps one day...," Lucius whispered towards the darkened and empty doorway.
His eyes flickered over to the fireplace where the last remnants of the flames died down and then a moment later entirely disappeared. The room was quickly consumed by darkness, only a light silver shadow from that unforgettable moon falling onto the deep emerald rug. Lucius took a seat once again on the large chair and sat in silence feeling the cold surround him. Lightly he closed his eyes and somewhere in the back of his mind he could swear he still smelt the light vanilla fragrance of the boy. It was enough to allow himself to grow drowsy as he leaned back in the chair and soon enough he fell asleep alone in his study, the cold dark air only cut by a single silver light provided by the celestial moon. I love you my dragon, was the last thought that filtered through Lucius' mind as sleep fully overtook him.
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I came here by day
But I left here in darkness and found you on the way
And now it is silver and silent, it is silver and cold
You, in somber resplendence, I hold
Your sins into me, oh my beautiful one
Your sins into me
As a rapturous voice escapes I will tremble a prayer
And I'll beg for forgiveness
Your sins into me, oh my beautiful one
Light like the flutter of wings
Feel your hollow bones rushing into me
As your longing to sing
So I will paint you in silver
I will wrap you in cold
I will lift up your voice as I sink
Cold in life throes
I'll fall asleep for you
I only ask you turn away as they seep into me
Your sins into me
Oh my beautiful one now
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~ "Silver and Cold" by AFI
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Well that's the first chapter... I hope you all enjoyed it, I really love feedback so please do review. The plot bunny hasn't really hit me as of yet so I could use any and all suggestions! Thanks much!
Crucify My Love
Rating: R
Pairing: Draco/Lucius
Warnings: Incest and Slash
Chapter 1: Silver and Cold
The brilliant red, playful orange, and lively yellow flames licked away at the last remnants of rotting wood radiating a nearly uncomfortable heat. The flicker of the flames and the taunting milky moon were the only sources of light filtering into the study of Lucius Malfoy. His bluish-grey eyes stared at the dying flames as he unconsciously drummed his long pale fingers against the side of his silver serpent cane. Running his other hand, just as elegant yet strong as the other, through his long blonde hair he sighed feeling the rather unknown warmth of the fire place gradually fade, the room slowly swept up by the bitter coldness much more familiar to Malfoy Manor. His rather melancholy thoughts were momentarily distracted by the sharp feeling of another presence in the room. Swiftly turning in his chair and rising from it, Lucius moved to see the figure of his son standing in the doorway.
His son, his heir, the only person who he truly loved in this horrid place. Draco Malfoy was now in sixth year and a complete beauty. He stood tall at 5'8", his skin still an enticing pale shade, his eyes the same gleaming silver pools that betrayed his stolid countenance by exposing everything that lay deep within, and his entire body completely fit from years of playing qudditich. But these were thoughts a father could not think about his son... his only son, his beautiful, alluring, perfect son- Lucius quickly shook his head as if to rid himself of these thoughts that could never be allowed to exist. Draco was only sixteen, not truly a child but still far too young to understand the depth to which Lucius felt for his son, the raw emotions that poured through his veins when he saw Draco lift those entrancing eyes for the approval only a son can crave from his father. Of course Draco loved him, he loved and respected Lucius as a father. These word Lucius kept in mind. Just as a father, he is too young, I cannot think these thoughts.
Draco cleared his throat quickly jerking Lucius from the turbulent thoughts that ran wildly throughout his mind.
"Father..."
"What is it my son?"
"My initiation to the Dark Lord will be soon, wont it?"
Lucius could only nod towards his son trying his best to keep his countenance as antipathetic as possible. It certainly was not an easy task when, although Draco's brave face tried to hide it, those silvery eyes were consumed by interminable uncertainty and utter fear. Lucius would do anything to prevent Draco from receiving the Dark Mark as well as the miserable fate that came along with it. Lucius just couldn't imagine letting his beloved son live the same horrid life Lucius, himself, was forced to endure.
"I don't blame you father," Draco stated simply his face still stern but his voice wavering slightly despite his best efforts to stay together.
Lucius was taken aback at how Draco seemed to clearly read his mind but he didn't show it. No, Lucius had to be strong for his son, no matter how much he craved to reach out and embrace him. To feel that angelically soft silvery blonde hair against his cheek.... Once again Lucius had to shake away these thoughts that would destroy him eventually.
"I will do my best to make you proud," Draco said firmly and turned to leave but then stopped midway as if contemplating something, then in one swift moment he turned around and moved quickly towards his father taking him in a tight embrace.
Lucius froze as he felt Draco wrap his slender yet firm arms around his neck and rest his temple just below Lucius's shoulder as was his height. Draco continued to hug Lucius despite the fact his father just stood there motionless, seemingly not caring that his son was showing such a blatant act of emotion.
Lucius just stayed there, wanting more than anything to wrap his arms around Draco and reassure him, to run his fingers through his hair and whisper in his ear comforting words. But he couldn't, not to his son, for if he returned the simple hug he wouldn't be able to let go; already the sweet vanilla smell drifting from Draco's glossy hair and warm flesh was making Lucius rather lightheaded. Yes, the boy radiated a wonderful warmth from his fragile body, from his surprisingly fragile spirit, the same fierce warmth the fire from the fireplace attempted to create but failed in doing so. Draco radiated the only type of warmth that could possibly destroy the extreme coldness that filled the essence of Malfoy Manor. Still Lucius did not dare move, he could not...
Draco stayed with his arms around his silent and still father for only a moment more before admitting defeat. Draco knew better than to expect his father to show any sort of emotion but the pain was still inevitable. His pulled away slowly and let his silver eyes wander until they met with the desolate grey ones of his father. Draco stared for a moment longer before hastily turning and then quickly leaving and heading towards his room.
Lucius stared at the departing figure of his son and tried to push away the vision of deep hurt he saw in his son's eyes.
"I would do anything for you Draco. If I could I would take the Dark Mark all over again just to prevent you from receiving it. I would take all of your sins and let them fall upon me, no matter how heavy the burden. One day my son you will understand just how much I love you... but not today. Perhaps one day...," Lucius whispered towards the darkened and empty doorway.
His eyes flickered over to the fireplace where the last remnants of the flames died down and then a moment later entirely disappeared. The room was quickly consumed by darkness, only a light silver shadow from that unforgettable moon falling onto the deep emerald rug. Lucius took a seat once again on the large chair and sat in silence feeling the cold surround him. Lightly he closed his eyes and somewhere in the back of his mind he could swear he still smelt the light vanilla fragrance of the boy. It was enough to allow himself to grow drowsy as he leaned back in the chair and soon enough he fell asleep alone in his study, the cold dark air only cut by a single silver light provided by the celestial moon. I love you my dragon, was the last thought that filtered through Lucius' mind as sleep fully overtook him.
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I came here by day
But I left here in darkness and found you on the way
And now it is silver and silent, it is silver and cold
You, in somber resplendence, I hold
Your sins into me, oh my beautiful one
Your sins into me
As a rapturous voice escapes I will tremble a prayer
And I'll beg for forgiveness
Your sins into me, oh my beautiful one
Light like the flutter of wings
Feel your hollow bones rushing into me
As your longing to sing
So I will paint you in silver
I will wrap you in cold
I will lift up your voice as I sink
Cold in life throes
I'll fall asleep for you
I only ask you turn away as they seep into me
Your sins into me
Oh my beautiful one now
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
~ "Silver and Cold" by AFI
~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~
Well that's the first chapter... I hope you all enjoyed it, I really love feedback so please do review. The plot bunny hasn't really hit me as of yet so I could use any and all suggestions! Thanks much!