not canon precisely
Apr. 26th, 2003 03:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
threeplusfireHaving one of those Can't sleep, Don't want to sleep, Fuck, What am I doing I should be sleeping moments for no reason whatsoever. Would also like to repeat curses over and over, because I keep having the urge to say incredibly crass things for no damned reason. Maybe I'm really twelve.
Anthony showed up at 2am, because apparently before I got off work there was a little party at our place. A friend of a friend has an Academy copy of The Two Towers and I missed it! Damn. Well. Anthony showed me the kick ass, amazing game he is beta testing for, which requires a machine light years beyond mine. So I won't get to play unless I freak out an buy a new computer. Which hopefully will not happen. I'm attached to this machine and I don't want to transfer. Though I do want a wireless card, and I need to figure out exactly what kind will do for a Fujitsu Lifebook C Series 6581. Bueller?
Tori Amos in about 16 or 17 hours. I think I even know how to get to the Backyard now as well. Our tickets have been burning a hole in my purse for a month now. Got paid today, always a relief and soon they will switch into a normal every other week schedule. Steady cash flow is a fine thing.
Full of impulses and have no idea where they are coming from. Well, some idea, but none of it is really clear. My past is bothering me more than my future these days, which is an odd feeling. But here I am anyways.
I should go to bed before I do anything more insane.
I started this for someone, and I thought I might work it out a little more, because the scene is so clear in my head. It works with both LN canon, or as something else entirely. One never knows at first where these things might go when given free rein to wander.
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Staring into the fire, Lucius propped his head up with one hand and sipped with great deliberation at his scotch. Fire for both the inside and outside, and something else to occupy his thoughts. His cufflinks reflected the light, smooth ovals of white gold that he would open and shut carelessly without even realizing it. During the endless meetings at the Ministry this afternoon, he had leaned back in his chair with a carefully neutral sneer and fidgeted out of sight. It was a relief, after such a long and dreary day, to be home. Home, in his library, with his robes tossed over his desk chair and relaxing with his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
A cool hand drew him out of his reverie, and he knew without looking that Tom was there behind him. He usually sat in a chair, preferring to be more formal even here, and Lucius wondered what could draw him down onto the rug. Fingers pushed his hair back behind his ear, and a heart beat later the voice was in his ear. He had long since learned to control the little shiver he felt each time, but he blinked slowly as he settled his thoughts. Lucius did not turn his head, finding it easier to remain looking into the fire than to meet Riddle's eyes. Something in them disturbs him faintly.
The man, something both less and more than human, whispered to him. The litany of promises, rewards and pleasures to be found in his service, and Lucius let his eyes stray slightly to the Dark Mark so cunning embroidered onto his forearm. Each word became more alluring than the last, as the latent magic in his blood stirred at the sound of the Dark Lord's decpetively youthful voice. He did not question, or even stop to wonder. The scotch was warm in his mouth, warmer than the fingers that touched his neck or his shoulder, and to him this was exactly as it should be. Scotch, dark magic, and the quiet library, his lord promising him everything he could want and the chance to be greater than any Malfoy in centuries.
Anthony showed up at 2am, because apparently before I got off work there was a little party at our place. A friend of a friend has an Academy copy of The Two Towers and I missed it! Damn. Well. Anthony showed me the kick ass, amazing game he is beta testing for, which requires a machine light years beyond mine. So I won't get to play unless I freak out an buy a new computer. Which hopefully will not happen. I'm attached to this machine and I don't want to transfer. Though I do want a wireless card, and I need to figure out exactly what kind will do for a Fujitsu Lifebook C Series 6581. Bueller?
Tori Amos in about 16 or 17 hours. I think I even know how to get to the Backyard now as well. Our tickets have been burning a hole in my purse for a month now. Got paid today, always a relief and soon they will switch into a normal every other week schedule. Steady cash flow is a fine thing.
Full of impulses and have no idea where they are coming from. Well, some idea, but none of it is really clear. My past is bothering me more than my future these days, which is an odd feeling. But here I am anyways.
I should go to bed before I do anything more insane.
I started this for someone, and I thought I might work it out a little more, because the scene is so clear in my head. It works with both LN canon, or as something else entirely. One never knows at first where these things might go when given free rein to wander.
~~~~~~~
Staring into the fire, Lucius propped his head up with one hand and sipped with great deliberation at his scotch. Fire for both the inside and outside, and something else to occupy his thoughts. His cufflinks reflected the light, smooth ovals of white gold that he would open and shut carelessly without even realizing it. During the endless meetings at the Ministry this afternoon, he had leaned back in his chair with a carefully neutral sneer and fidgeted out of sight. It was a relief, after such a long and dreary day, to be home. Home, in his library, with his robes tossed over his desk chair and relaxing with his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
A cool hand drew him out of his reverie, and he knew without looking that Tom was there behind him. He usually sat in a chair, preferring to be more formal even here, and Lucius wondered what could draw him down onto the rug. Fingers pushed his hair back behind his ear, and a heart beat later the voice was in his ear. He had long since learned to control the little shiver he felt each time, but he blinked slowly as he settled his thoughts. Lucius did not turn his head, finding it easier to remain looking into the fire than to meet Riddle's eyes. Something in them disturbs him faintly.
The man, something both less and more than human, whispered to him. The litany of promises, rewards and pleasures to be found in his service, and Lucius let his eyes stray slightly to the Dark Mark so cunning embroidered onto his forearm. Each word became more alluring than the last, as the latent magic in his blood stirred at the sound of the Dark Lord's decpetively youthful voice. He did not question, or even stop to wonder. The scotch was warm in his mouth, warmer than the fingers that touched his neck or his shoulder, and to him this was exactly as it should be. Scotch, dark magic, and the quiet library, his lord promising him everything he could want and the chance to be greater than any Malfoy in centuries.
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