WARNING - Implied/Referenced Self-Harm/Suicide
Lucius stared down at the blood dripping onto the pale marble floor. The soft plinking sound of it hitting the floor was the only noise in the otherwise silent view.
He clenched his fist, his muscles standing out against the thin wiry bones of his hand. He was pale, too pale, he thought.
He watched as the rivulets of blood ran over his muscles, framing its planes, and onto the floor.
He knew he was making a mess, the puddle on the floor growing with each small drop that fell from him, creating a moat around him. But he didn't care.
He no longer cared for much, he found.
The war had ended on the 2nd of May.
Draco had walked away on the 3rd.
Narcissa had taken his life's savings on the 4th.
It was now the 10th.
He hadn't changed out of the bedraggled clothes from when Narcissa had taken one look at him and left. He would have preferred her to scream, to shout, to rant at him, to do anything to show her anger and fury with him. But instead, she simply took one cold, scathing look and left, as if he wasn't even worth anymore of her precious time. He was nothing but the scum on her shoe for which she had scraped off and now walked away from.
But at least she had bothered to look at him.
Draco hadn't even deigned to collect his things; Lucius could only imagine what he was thinking. That he would rather leave all his worldly belongings in the manor rather than sneer at his face one last time. That he would rather go into the rest of his life with nothing than tell Lucius what he really thought of the Malfoy family.
Lucius stared at the growing puddle of scarlet blood he was sitting in.
He didn't remember sitting down. But he didn't dispute that he was now slumped against the wall, his arm hanging limply at his side.
His gaze drifted from the puddle to his hand. His fingers coated in the warm, thick blood still slowly oozing from his wrist. He would have chuckled if he'd had the energy, but instead, he fixated on his hand, trying to squeeze it loosely into a fist. The muscles underneath rippled with the effort. The blood coating his hand almost looked as if he could really see his muscles moving beneath his skin, desperately trying to contract and relax in time with his nerves.
He continued to stare at the rippling muscles, his vision blurring. He blinked a few times, he tried to raise his arm to wipe across his eyes, but it only shook slightly before falling languishly to his side one more.
Lucius blinked a few more times.
He couldn't make out much very well now; black spots were littering his view. He didn't know if he was breathing fast or slow.
He shut his eyes, his body slumping even more as if he were a puppet with its strings cut.
He didn't hear the door being opened.
He didn't hear Draco's shouts for him.
THC/The Houses Competition.
Round 4 - Drabble
House - Ravenclaw
Class - Potions
Prompt(s) chosen -
[Character] Lucius Malfoy
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