Oct 3, 2019
worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, narcissa slides an anxious gaze toward the mantle, where the clock — trimmed in gold with a sparkling glass dial reminiscent of the clock tower found at hogwarts — sits, innocently displaying the reason for her nervousness. lucius is twenty-two minutes late. given his recent activities, it’s any wonder she can manage a full night’s sleep. then again, he’s quite adept at distracting her from her justifiable concerns with practiced flirtations and skilled hands. ﹤ but not this time. ﹥ this time, he won’t be able to sweet-talk his way out of the dog house.
@ petrixchor
