Alone [R]
Title: Alone
Name: dorothy_in_oz
Prompt: #0153 ~ picture
Prompt given by: Anonymous
Word Count: 298
Betas: Toto
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Angst. Hints of adultery.
Summary: Albus is completely alone at dawn.
The bed linen was in a mess, the pillows scattered on the mattress. Albus sat in the door's jamb, completely naked, his head almost hidden in his knees, his shoulders slumped forward in defeat.
He was alone. As always.
The sun was rising on the horizon, increasing his chances to be seen, but he couldn't care less. He shook his head, opening his eyes to his surroundings as he tilted his face to his left.
He had defied everything he had ever known - family, friends, acquaintances - to have what he had in that moment. A night, once a month, once every two months, to share with the only person he had ever loved. He blamed the cowardice of his lover, the publicity of his name, the uncertainty of a future that never seemed to quite arrive into his life. But he couldn't escape the truth.
He would do it all over again, only to feel those hands running up and down his spine, those lips over his own, that cock stretching him from the inside. Even if they made the same mistakes, even if he still couldn't stop Scorpius from marrying, even if he had to suffer every day from the hurt of seeing his heart breaking on the wake of Scorpius' steps out of his bed.
Albus hugged his knees, a shiver taking over his body. He allowed tears to spring out of his closed eyelashes, sobs to hurry out of his tightly sealed lips. He was broken, inside and out, and he couldn't find the missing pieces to fix the messed-up puzzle his soul was because they had all followed the path of another’s steps, of another dreams, just when Scorpius was Disapparating barely before dawn.
As the sun rays bathed his nude form, Albus wailed.
Name: dorothy_in_oz
Prompt: #0153 ~ picture
Prompt given by: Anonymous
Word Count: 298
Betas: Toto
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Angst. Hints of adultery.
Summary: Albus is completely alone at dawn.
The bed linen was in a mess, the pillows scattered on the mattress. Albus sat in the door's jamb, completely naked, his head almost hidden in his knees, his shoulders slumped forward in defeat.
He was alone. As always.
The sun was rising on the horizon, increasing his chances to be seen, but he couldn't care less. He shook his head, opening his eyes to his surroundings as he tilted his face to his left.
He had defied everything he had ever known - family, friends, acquaintances - to have what he had in that moment. A night, once a month, once every two months, to share with the only person he had ever loved. He blamed the cowardice of his lover, the publicity of his name, the uncertainty of a future that never seemed to quite arrive into his life. But he couldn't escape the truth.
He would do it all over again, only to feel those hands running up and down his spine, those lips over his own, that cock stretching him from the inside. Even if they made the same mistakes, even if he still couldn't stop Scorpius from marrying, even if he had to suffer every day from the hurt of seeing his heart breaking on the wake of Scorpius' steps out of his bed.
Albus hugged his knees, a shiver taking over his body. He allowed tears to spring out of his closed eyelashes, sobs to hurry out of his tightly sealed lips. He was broken, inside and out, and he couldn't find the missing pieces to fix the messed-up puzzle his soul was because they had all followed the path of another’s steps, of another dreams, just when Scorpius was Disapparating barely before dawn.
As the sun rays bathed his nude form, Albus wailed.