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a glass of expensive scotch swung between the tips of two fingers, lucius barely interested in making sure none of it spilled. silence presses against his ears and he wishes it would rain or storm or that someone would put on a record so there’d be more sound than this deafening silence, but nothing happens. his mother has just died and nothing happens — his chest still moves as he breathes and the clock still ticks and everything seems to go on as it always does. he’s pulled back to being thirteen and learning she’s ill and wanting to fight the entire world to fix her. thing is — there’s nothing to fix now. it’s over. over a decade of suffering, hospital visits and hoping things will be fine is over. she’s gone.
he downs his drink, puts down his glass, presses the palms of his hands against his eyes and lets out a shaky breath. lucius gets up, picks out a record – bach, one of his mother’s favourites – and puts it on, eyes falling on narcissa ( @dyiingflower ) as she stands in the doorway. he doesn’t say anything, just moves towards her and embraces her, not caring that there’s tears burning in his eyes.
despite forced smiles in front of strangers narcissa knew her husband better than anyone, knew that he was not taking the tragically somewhat expected but sudden death of his mother well. death was rarely kind, and in this case it only seemed to be worse in happier times with draco being such a new addition to the malfoy family. there was little consolation she could provide, even if andromeda's departure from her life might have left a similar feeling albeit with a bitter taste in her mouth it was not the same. it could never be the same and regardless of how much it had pained her to see him so broken this was not something she could will away and fix. it was completely out of her hands.
the blonde remains silent, standing on the door way with sorrow filled eyes and heavy heart with her gaze set upon him almost feeling guilty for intruding unsure if he'd reject the comfort or not. it had been one of the biggest reliefs of her entire life when he moved forward, wrapping arms around her smaller frame and holding her close. she wasn't going to tell him it was okay --- it certainly wasn't and nothing would ever change that so instead she lets her actions speak for her leaning up on her toes to hold him close and gently ran her fingers through his hair. " i'm here, " she whispers just loud enough for him to hear before placing a kiss on his cheek.














