Missing. [For Mike.]
Draco is alone that day, Mike being off at that place called Galoshes. Or perhaps it isn't Galoshes, but Draco distinctly remembers Mike saying he was going to Galoshes, so it probably is. Draco wonders why anyone would call a place 'Galoshes', but then remembers someone chose 'Lichtenstein,' 'Blackbutt,' 'Seventeen Seventy' and 'Jundagallup' too, so it all balances out.
He gets the paperwork of the day done, which takes a while, given that the Malfoy Estates and businesses are many and varied. Then he has a light lunch, goes horseback riding, hexes door-to-door sales-wizards and decides to floo to London for a spot of shopping. After the fourth rag-and-bone wizard, Draco gives up and returns to the Manor and decides to have a nap.
His sleep is plagued by disturbing dreams, figments of images that he can't quite catch or recognise. When he wakes, he feels out of sorts and has a headache developing. Rather than stick around and be pestered by who knows what, Draco decides instead to visit the planet where Anna and Galen live. It's been a while after all, and sometimes, Draco just needs a little solitude.
It isn't long before Fred materialises next to the home of Galen and Anna. Draco exits, locks the door (more out of habit than anything else), waves to Galen and greets his Ship politely. Galen waves back, distracted by what is probably spatial mechanics, but what looks to Draco suspiciously like a man tuning a car engine. Draco knocks on the door of the house and is greeted by Anna, unsurprised to see him (of course, Technomages being what they are,) who feeds him, listens to him, asks him questions and generally satisfies that need Draco sometimes has that he has no name for - the need for a parental figure of some kind to show some genuine interest in him for himself, not for their own gain.
He accepts their invitation to stay for a few days, thinking to himself that he's stressed, tired, overworked. His sleep that night is troubled again and he wakes a few hours after midnight, sweat drenched and shaking. There's no trace in his memory of the dream that woke him, only a vague sense of disquiet and discomfort and he misses Mike, misses his presence in the bed, his thoughts in his head. When Mike goes and gets absorbed in other things, the sense of him is tenuous - ever present to be sure, but not the usual familiar and well loved sense of usual.
The night is warm, so Draco dresses quietly and slips out of that house that is the only dwelling on a planet with no name in a constellation that has not yet been discovered by humanity, and goes for a walk. The stars twinkle in the sky just as they do back on Earth; the night time air is redolent with the scent of what might be roses and honeysuckle. What could be crickets chirp merrily, and the breeze blows gently through the trees and grasses, creating a soft rustling. It's all peace and serenity here, and Draco can hear the faint hum of the TARDIS as she chats merrily with Ship - two sentient alien vessels communicating in their own language of technology.
Draco wishes Mike wasn't at Galoshes. It's beautiful here and he suddenly wants very much to share the beauty of this late night stroll with his beloved. Draco wonders if he can convince Mike to blow two weeks - maybe a month - and go to Barbados for sun drenched laziness, sex, swimming, laughter and conversation; the occasional play or musical, late evening dinners and sun warmed sea and sand.
He gets the paperwork of the day done, which takes a while, given that the Malfoy Estates and businesses are many and varied. Then he has a light lunch, goes horseback riding, hexes door-to-door sales-wizards and decides to floo to London for a spot of shopping. After the fourth rag-and-bone wizard, Draco gives up and returns to the Manor and decides to have a nap.
His sleep is plagued by disturbing dreams, figments of images that he can't quite catch or recognise. When he wakes, he feels out of sorts and has a headache developing. Rather than stick around and be pestered by who knows what, Draco decides instead to visit the planet where Anna and Galen live. It's been a while after all, and sometimes, Draco just needs a little solitude.
It isn't long before Fred materialises next to the home of Galen and Anna. Draco exits, locks the door (more out of habit than anything else), waves to Galen and greets his Ship politely. Galen waves back, distracted by what is probably spatial mechanics, but what looks to Draco suspiciously like a man tuning a car engine. Draco knocks on the door of the house and is greeted by Anna, unsurprised to see him (of course, Technomages being what they are,) who feeds him, listens to him, asks him questions and generally satisfies that need Draco sometimes has that he has no name for - the need for a parental figure of some kind to show some genuine interest in him for himself, not for their own gain.
He accepts their invitation to stay for a few days, thinking to himself that he's stressed, tired, overworked. His sleep that night is troubled again and he wakes a few hours after midnight, sweat drenched and shaking. There's no trace in his memory of the dream that woke him, only a vague sense of disquiet and discomfort and he misses Mike, misses his presence in the bed, his thoughts in his head. When Mike goes and gets absorbed in other things, the sense of him is tenuous - ever present to be sure, but not the usual familiar and well loved sense of usual.
The night is warm, so Draco dresses quietly and slips out of that house that is the only dwelling on a planet with no name in a constellation that has not yet been discovered by humanity, and goes for a walk. The stars twinkle in the sky just as they do back on Earth; the night time air is redolent with the scent of what might be roses and honeysuckle. What could be crickets chirp merrily, and the breeze blows gently through the trees and grasses, creating a soft rustling. It's all peace and serenity here, and Draco can hear the faint hum of the TARDIS as she chats merrily with Ship - two sentient alien vessels communicating in their own language of technology.
Draco wishes Mike wasn't at Galoshes. It's beautiful here and he suddenly wants very much to share the beauty of this late night stroll with his beloved. Draco wonders if he can convince Mike to blow two weeks - maybe a month - and go to Barbados for sun drenched laziness, sex, swimming, laughter and conversation; the occasional play or musical, late evening dinners and sun warmed sea and sand.