Crucify My Love
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Bleed Black
Crucify My Love
Rating: R
Pairings: Draco/Lucius, mention of Severus/Lucius
Warnings: Slash and Incest
Chapter 3: Bleed Black
The last few rays from the fading sun diminished behind the overbearing horizon, another empty night claiming the Malfoy Manor. The master bedroom lay in silence as Narcissa Malfoy paced slowly over the plush crimson carpet from one side of the immensely opulent room to the other equal in its wealth. Crossing in front of the large fire place mantel, adorned in a silver serpent design, her violet eyes darkened with animosity as they fell upon a picture of Lucius and herself placed on the edge of the mantel. This very significant picture was that of herself and her husband on their wedding day. Known popularly as a day of happiness, joy, a splendid affair of love, compassion and commitment. Rather a fierce shattering of such love, passion, a pure fragment of joy forever crushed. At her hands perhaps? The mere thought of causing him, her husband, any misery at all brought a small smile to her face.
Everything was meant to be hers, descending from a pure blood line she was to be given her rightful inheritance . And Lucius, the blonde pure blood wizard was to be her husband. But Lucius never loved her... hell she never loved him either. However, that didn’t matter, sustaining aristocratical blood had not a thing to do with this emotion referred to as love, it was of obligation. But as the years passed Lucius had become more and more unfaithful, at least in the sense of not being faithful to the part, or rather the role in life he was destined to play. An obedient death eater who had no emotion, nothing to hold him back or cause him to second guess himself. But it was the night of their wedding that Narcissa saw this illusion come crashing down...
{------22 years ago-------}
A low guttural cry resounding through the dusty shadowed room; an utter completion achieved by both of the men in the darkened library. After a few gasps the lighter haired one rested his head against the equally pale yet darker haired one. After softly and nearly tenderly removing himself from him, Lucius Malfoy rested his head against the slightly damp temple.
“Tomorrow is you wedding day–“
“Shh! Don’t speak of such things.... I wish not to recall the rest of the world. Let reality sleep for a little longer.”
“I need you...”
A sigh.
“My beloved. Your love is like that of a bloody rose. Crimson heaps falling into velvety petals, consuming and thrashing, beating upon the depths of my tattered heart..”
“I never took you to be a poetic one Luc.”
The blonde-haired boy playfully bit into a pale shoulder. His eyes seeming to be shards of icy water. A cloudy blue shard of ice, breaking into sharp pieces there in front of his lover.
“Time passes so quickly. I want to go away. I need you as well. I love you. I need to love you because I cannot suppress these emotions. But they make me, they make me and it hurts. I don’t want to leave, I want you to take away the pain. Don’t let them take me. I want to stay,” Lucius mourned, such lament rushing through his lungs, suffocating him into a gust of misery.
The other opened his mouth to respond however upon hearing a noise from the opposite side of the room he closed it quickly.
Violet eyes glowing with untamable anger gleamed from the darkened doorway of the dusky room. Suppressing an angry hiss at the scene that lay in front of her eyes, Narcissa placed a satisfied, evil smirk upon her pale lips, a veil of cold masking the cold countenance. Not bothering to conceal the malice in her sickly sweet, vilely sugared coated voice she entered the room.
“What do we have here?”
Both men jumped apart, utter disgust evident on one man’s face, pure terror placed upon the other’s. The latter of the two, being the 7th year Severus Snape, pieces of his dark hair strewn and matted upon the sallow pale skin, continued to move away until his back hit the against the towering bookcase of Narcissa’s library.
“Severus,” she nearly whispered bitterness laced within her words, “you shall never see my fiancé, or rather as it will be in a few hours, my husband again. He will make sure of that.”
As she hissed the words, she raised her arm slightly allowing the opulent material of her sleeve to fall back, revealing the sinister dark mark. The dark-haired Slytherin visibly winced at the site, not so much acknowledging her threat, yet the defeat evident in his eyes told all. Severus hadn’t the strength to dare oppose Voldemort, the Dark Lord. And sadly glancing at his lover, Lucius had even less ofhanchance to do so.
Lucius, heir of Mortimer Malfoy, was a beautiful child. His grey-blue eyes and glossy white-blonde hair, aristocratical features all traits of the well breed boy. His skin that of icy porcelain, beautiful. But porcelain is delicate, and it can break. He had passion and heart, but he was weak. In the physical sense, he wasn’t particularly weak. He was average in such, but only average and therefore Mortimer Malfoy wouldn’t dare allow average showings of his son appear. An act of rebellion indeed, when Lucius became seeker of the quidditch team, merely to beat James Potter, in a silly retaliation of the teasing he and his Gryfindor cronies would inflict upon his best friend and lover Severus Snape. In any case, this isn’t the weakness that Lucius had, his weakness was far worse. He felt, he loved, he needed, he craved, his control was minimal. Such control that only became stronger after years of training his emotions to do so. He had to hide it all, and so he did. By 7th year, Lucius was strong, or so his facade showed himself to be. A mask he would only allow to slip, to fall and shatter onto the cold ground when Severus was with him. But still, lovely porcelain can only hide so much. The glossy material, glossy like the pale hair of Lucius, can reflect many secrets and hidden desires, and such emotions Narcissa could see. She could see his weakness.
Staring at the slightly trembling man right now, she could see his weakness once again. The way his eyes darkened in trepidation upon facing the horrid burned fleshNarcNarcissa’s forearm. The resentment and destroyed hope that lingered in his smoky eyes, wisps of shattered expectancies.
“And on the day before our wedding day too, my love? I wonder how you got him in my lovely home. Hmm, never mind, I don’t think I care to know,” she said these words with no traces of malice left, only stolid amusement.
Her graceful pale arms reached for the dusty heap of Severus’s clothing, lifting them and eyeing them disdainfully.
“Severus,” she calmly spoke while holding out the pile of clothing, “We shall both see you at Death Eater gatherings and such. Besides this... I never want to see you again, nor will my beloved Lucius.”
Severus opened his mouth slightly, as if to protest, to say something, anything in orto pto prevent this silent ultimatum to occur but was soon quieted by the sight of that evil dark mark and the venom embedded in her eyes. With a whisper of defeat gracing his raven eyes, Severus left took the clothing and dissapparted out of the room leaving the vicious women and furious man behind.
Luciusld pld put nrds rds forth that would even be suited to attempt his frustrations against the women and his fateful situation. Instead he raised an angry hand and slapped the haughty women standing before him. Falling back, a fierce line of crimson appearing on the cheek in which his hand can come into contact with, she laughed a hollow laugh, hauntingly filling the empty expanse of the dusty library.
Not yet done inflicting any and all physical pain upon Narcissa, Lucius firmly grabbed her shoulders and slammed her against the cold marble door frame. She only laughed in a distasteful manner, a sinister smile gracing her malevolent lips.
Spotting the silver moisture within his light eyes, her crimson lips curled into a daunting smirk.
“Your so pathetic. If it weren’t for your family line I would be utterly disgusted with this marriage that will occur tomorrow.”
Once more he shoved her against the wall, her pale face crashing against the marble doorframe with a sickening noise. A small stream of scarlet fell dorom rom her scalp, flowing across her cheek and dripping lightly from her pointed chin.
“You disgust me! I will be your husband and you will not speak to me in such ways! I will not tolerate such disrespect,” Lucius continued to shout though his voice hoarse and his misery unable to be hidden beneath the folds of his interminable anger.
She only responded withatisatisfied smile and a few words.
“You are weak Lucius,” she lightly traced her fingers across his cheek, “You’ll break one day, and when you do I will be there smiling ever so happily at you.
She smiled once again at the memory, all anger at such petty betrayals quickly washed away. Bitter memories had a sweet edge, a refreshing calming feeling in the mere fact of remembering the paiflicflicted unto her shattered husband. Crimson lips curled into a tingting smirk slowly dissolving into an expression of anxiety as a loud noise exploded from the ivory, long length mirror in the corner of the shadowed room. The anxiety was soon pacified, violet eyes exuding solemn understanding, her master was there, his cold and frightening smile adding to the dreary surroundings.
Bloody scarlet eyes stared relentlessly at the pale and vivacious women in front of the dusty and abandoned, forgotten in a mist of ashes and smoke. His lips twistnto nto a purely sinister smile a small choked laugh escaping thin and daunting lips. Voldemort was here.
Violet eyes lowered to the plush ground in respect.
“My Lord...”
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I am exploring the inside
I find it desolate
I do implore these confines
Now as they penetrate, “recreate me”
I’m hovering throughout time
I crumble in these days
I crumble, I cannot find reflection in these days
If you listen, listen close
Beat-by-beat you can hear when my heart stops
I saved the pieces when it broke
And ground them all to dust
I am destroyed by the inside
I disassociate
I hope to destroy the outside
It will alleviate and elevate me
Like water flowing through lungs
I’m flowing in these days
As morphine tears through deadened veins
I’m numbing in these days
I know what died that night
It can never be brought back to life once again
I know I died that night and I’ll never be brought back to life
Once again I know
~@~@~@~@~@~@~
“Bleed Black” By AFI
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Rating: R
Pairings: Draco/Lucius, mention of Severus/Lucius
Warnings: Slash and Incest
Chapter 3: Bleed Black
The last few rays from the fading sun diminished behind the overbearing horizon, another empty night claiming the Malfoy Manor. The master bedroom lay in silence as Narcissa Malfoy paced slowly over the plush crimson carpet from one side of the immensely opulent room to the other equal in its wealth. Crossing in front of the large fire place mantel, adorned in a silver serpent design, her violet eyes darkened with animosity as they fell upon a picture of Lucius and herself placed on the edge of the mantel. This very significant picture was that of herself and her husband on their wedding day. Known popularly as a day of happiness, joy, a splendid affair of love, compassion and commitment. Rather a fierce shattering of such love, passion, a pure fragment of joy forever crushed. At her hands perhaps? The mere thought of causing him, her husband, any misery at all brought a small smile to her face.
Everything was meant to be hers, descending from a pure blood line she was to be given her rightful inheritance . And Lucius, the blonde pure blood wizard was to be her husband. But Lucius never loved her... hell she never loved him either. However, that didn’t matter, sustaining aristocratical blood had not a thing to do with this emotion referred to as love, it was of obligation. But as the years passed Lucius had become more and more unfaithful, at least in the sense of not being faithful to the part, or rather the role in life he was destined to play. An obedient death eater who had no emotion, nothing to hold him back or cause him to second guess himself. But it was the night of their wedding that Narcissa saw this illusion come crashing down...
{------22 years ago-------}
A low guttural cry resounding through the dusty shadowed room; an utter completion achieved by both of the men in the darkened library. After a few gasps the lighter haired one rested his head against the equally pale yet darker haired one. After softly and nearly tenderly removing himself from him, Lucius Malfoy rested his head against the slightly damp temple.
“Tomorrow is you wedding day–“
“Shh! Don’t speak of such things.... I wish not to recall the rest of the world. Let reality sleep for a little longer.”
“I need you...”
A sigh.
“My beloved. Your love is like that of a bloody rose. Crimson heaps falling into velvety petals, consuming and thrashing, beating upon the depths of my tattered heart..”
“I never took you to be a poetic one Luc.”
The blonde-haired boy playfully bit into a pale shoulder. His eyes seeming to be shards of icy water. A cloudy blue shard of ice, breaking into sharp pieces there in front of his lover.
“Time passes so quickly. I want to go away. I need you as well. I love you. I need to love you because I cannot suppress these emotions. But they make me, they make me and it hurts. I don’t want to leave, I want you to take away the pain. Don’t let them take me. I want to stay,” Lucius mourned, such lament rushing through his lungs, suffocating him into a gust of misery.
The other opened his mouth to respond however upon hearing a noise from the opposite side of the room he closed it quickly.
Violet eyes glowing with untamable anger gleamed from the darkened doorway of the dusky room. Suppressing an angry hiss at the scene that lay in front of her eyes, Narcissa placed a satisfied, evil smirk upon her pale lips, a veil of cold masking the cold countenance. Not bothering to conceal the malice in her sickly sweet, vilely sugared coated voice she entered the room.
“What do we have here?”
Both men jumped apart, utter disgust evident on one man’s face, pure terror placed upon the other’s. The latter of the two, being the 7th year Severus Snape, pieces of his dark hair strewn and matted upon the sallow pale skin, continued to move away until his back hit the against the towering bookcase of Narcissa’s library.
“Severus,” she nearly whispered bitterness laced within her words, “you shall never see my fiancé, or rather as it will be in a few hours, my husband again. He will make sure of that.”
As she hissed the words, she raised her arm slightly allowing the opulent material of her sleeve to fall back, revealing the sinister dark mark. The dark-haired Slytherin visibly winced at the site, not so much acknowledging her threat, yet the defeat evident in his eyes told all. Severus hadn’t the strength to dare oppose Voldemort, the Dark Lord. And sadly glancing at his lover, Lucius had even less ofhanchance to do so.
Lucius, heir of Mortimer Malfoy, was a beautiful child. His grey-blue eyes and glossy white-blonde hair, aristocratical features all traits of the well breed boy. His skin that of icy porcelain, beautiful. But porcelain is delicate, and it can break. He had passion and heart, but he was weak. In the physical sense, he wasn’t particularly weak. He was average in such, but only average and therefore Mortimer Malfoy wouldn’t dare allow average showings of his son appear. An act of rebellion indeed, when Lucius became seeker of the quidditch team, merely to beat James Potter, in a silly retaliation of the teasing he and his Gryfindor cronies would inflict upon his best friend and lover Severus Snape. In any case, this isn’t the weakness that Lucius had, his weakness was far worse. He felt, he loved, he needed, he craved, his control was minimal. Such control that only became stronger after years of training his emotions to do so. He had to hide it all, and so he did. By 7th year, Lucius was strong, or so his facade showed himself to be. A mask he would only allow to slip, to fall and shatter onto the cold ground when Severus was with him. But still, lovely porcelain can only hide so much. The glossy material, glossy like the pale hair of Lucius, can reflect many secrets and hidden desires, and such emotions Narcissa could see. She could see his weakness.
Staring at the slightly trembling man right now, she could see his weakness once again. The way his eyes darkened in trepidation upon facing the horrid burned fleshNarcNarcissa’s forearm. The resentment and destroyed hope that lingered in his smoky eyes, wisps of shattered expectancies.
“And on the day before our wedding day too, my love? I wonder how you got him in my lovely home. Hmm, never mind, I don’t think I care to know,” she said these words with no traces of malice left, only stolid amusement.
Her graceful pale arms reached for the dusty heap of Severus’s clothing, lifting them and eyeing them disdainfully.
“Severus,” she calmly spoke while holding out the pile of clothing, “We shall both see you at Death Eater gatherings and such. Besides this... I never want to see you again, nor will my beloved Lucius.”
Severus opened his mouth slightly, as if to protest, to say something, anything in orto pto prevent this silent ultimatum to occur but was soon quieted by the sight of that evil dark mark and the venom embedded in her eyes. With a whisper of defeat gracing his raven eyes, Severus left took the clothing and dissapparted out of the room leaving the vicious women and furious man behind.
Luciusld pld put nrds rds forth that would even be suited to attempt his frustrations against the women and his fateful situation. Instead he raised an angry hand and slapped the haughty women standing before him. Falling back, a fierce line of crimson appearing on the cheek in which his hand can come into contact with, she laughed a hollow laugh, hauntingly filling the empty expanse of the dusty library.
Not yet done inflicting any and all physical pain upon Narcissa, Lucius firmly grabbed her shoulders and slammed her against the cold marble door frame. She only laughed in a distasteful manner, a sinister smile gracing her malevolent lips.
Spotting the silver moisture within his light eyes, her crimson lips curled into a daunting smirk.
“Your so pathetic. If it weren’t for your family line I would be utterly disgusted with this marriage that will occur tomorrow.”
Once more he shoved her against the wall, her pale face crashing against the marble doorframe with a sickening noise. A small stream of scarlet fell dorom rom her scalp, flowing across her cheek and dripping lightly from her pointed chin.
“You disgust me! I will be your husband and you will not speak to me in such ways! I will not tolerate such disrespect,” Lucius continued to shout though his voice hoarse and his misery unable to be hidden beneath the folds of his interminable anger.
She only responded withatisatisfied smile and a few words.
“You are weak Lucius,” she lightly traced her fingers across his cheek, “You’ll break one day, and when you do I will be there smiling ever so happily at you.
She smiled once again at the memory, all anger at such petty betrayals quickly washed away. Bitter memories had a sweet edge, a refreshing calming feeling in the mere fact of remembering the paiflicflicted unto her shattered husband. Crimson lips curled into a tingting smirk slowly dissolving into an expression of anxiety as a loud noise exploded from the ivory, long length mirror in the corner of the shadowed room. The anxiety was soon pacified, violet eyes exuding solemn understanding, her master was there, his cold and frightening smile adding to the dreary surroundings.
Bloody scarlet eyes stared relentlessly at the pale and vivacious women in front of the dusty and abandoned, forgotten in a mist of ashes and smoke. His lips twistnto nto a purely sinister smile a small choked laugh escaping thin and daunting lips. Voldemort was here.
Violet eyes lowered to the plush ground in respect.
“My Lord...”
~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~
I am exploring the inside
I find it desolate
I do implore these confines
Now as they penetrate, “recreate me”
I’m hovering throughout time
I crumble in these days
I crumble, I cannot find reflection in these days
If you listen, listen close
Beat-by-beat you can hear when my heart stops
I saved the pieces when it broke
And ground them all to dust
I am destroyed by the inside
I disassociate
I hope to destroy the outside
It will alleviate and elevate me
Like water flowing through lungs
I’m flowing in these days
As morphine tears through deadened veins
I’m numbing in these days
I know what died that night
It can never be brought back to life once again
I know I died that night and I’ll never be brought back to life
Once again I know
~@~@~@~@~@~@~
“Bleed Black” By AFI
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