Stepping Stones - #67 Lucius/Lily
Summary: A collection of drabbles featuring unusual pairings.
For the Unusual Ship Bingo.
Strands of red hair sweeping past him, smelling of lilies in the hall.
Splashes of red are scattered over the wall, not brown like the name suggests. Mudblood. No, the liquid isn't dark, but bright; a contrast to the purple velvet canvas it's laid across.
It's warm, like summer; the scent of her filling his nostrils.
Now all he smells in the air is iron. Cold, like the winter.
When his thumb runs along her skin it is only for a moment, but he revels in the soft feel of it.
It isn't like that any more. There are scars running up and down her arms, legs, her left cheek. Every single one is dripping with blood, he imagines the one beneath her eye isn't blood at all, but tears stained red. Her chest is rising and falling quickly as her eyes dart around the room, before settling on him.
Lucius forces himself to meet her gaze, as if he hadn't watched the Death Eaters that had been in here moments ago, torturing her. He wants to tell her he's sorry. He wants to say her name, Lily. He wants to wrap his arms around her, comfort her.
But none of it is possible.