Six Sentence Sunday
Tagged by my lovely @tackytigerfic 😘 (Loving Lee’s POV there babe!)
This is from an enemies-to-lovers-sort-of-mafia au I’m going to be working on after I finish with my hurtfest fic!
For a moment he played it out in his mind, how he would need to twist his arm and lock his muscles, how he would have to drive his whole body forward into the visceral impact the task would require. He imagined the heat of the blood, and wondered whether Potter’s green eyes would be shocked or resigned, or as cool and knowing as they were now. He imagined the silence, after, the stillness of the trees and houses around them—the fall of Harry Potter would surely call for it, for a shuddering moment of quiet as death swept up the man who had twice escaped it’s grasp. He would make it quick, for Potter, but he doubted his own end would be swift in the aftermath.
It was almost beautiful, in his mind. In the way that tragedy so often is, when you’re watching it from the safe vantage-point of the audience. But Draco knew, from painful experience, that his imagination was a kinder place than reality.
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