FTtSoL 06
Title: Faster Than the Speed of Love
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Charlus/Draco slash
While in hospital he'd had time to consider where he was supposed to go when he was let out, and no real answer had presented itself. He was alone in this world with no money and proof of his identity. There had been some thought of finding his relatives, but Draco had already realized the futility before anyone had even said anything.
He hadn't been surprised when the rejection letter had come from some long-named solicitor. Though no one from the family had personally seen him, the Malfoys of this era had already rejected him. He had unclean creature blood that wasn't generations removed--the family head had disinherited him the minute he'd been informed.
Draco couldn't blame the Malfoys. If he could have, he would have broken off contact with himself.
"You look as though you are pondering weighty subjects." Charlus raised a questioning brow.
"Nothing very important," Draco said in what he hoped was a smooth tone. "I feel much better after my nap. I didn't realize how tired I was until I lay down."
Charlus didn't quite fiddle with his silverware, but that was mostly due to strict manners. "As your soulmate, it is my duty and my pleasure to care for you." He leaned forward intently, his brown eyes locking with Draco's. "Please let me lavish you with attention. I wish to care for you as you deserve."
Draco could feel his cheeks heating and he didn't even think to break Charlus' gaze.
A soulmate bond was ridiculously powerful. Draco had never considered it before, but now that he was feeling it... He finally understood all of the fairy stories he'd once scoffed at.
He felt connected to Charlus. Tied to him so strongly that he couldn't see any way to escape. And didn't want to anyway.
Charlus made him feel safe. Just being able to look at him gave Draco the hope that everything was going to be all right. He just had to hold on.
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Charlus/Draco slash
While in hospital he'd had time to consider where he was supposed to go when he was let out, and no real answer had presented itself. He was alone in this world with no money and proof of his identity. There had been some thought of finding his relatives, but Draco had already realized the futility before anyone had even said anything.
He hadn't been surprised when the rejection letter had come from some long-named solicitor. Though no one from the family had personally seen him, the Malfoys of this era had already rejected him. He had unclean creature blood that wasn't generations removed--the family head had disinherited him the minute he'd been informed.
Draco couldn't blame the Malfoys. If he could have, he would have broken off contact with himself.
"You look as though you are pondering weighty subjects." Charlus raised a questioning brow.
"Nothing very important," Draco said in what he hoped was a smooth tone. "I feel much better after my nap. I didn't realize how tired I was until I lay down."
Charlus didn't quite fiddle with his silverware, but that was mostly due to strict manners. "As your soulmate, it is my duty and my pleasure to care for you." He leaned forward intently, his brown eyes locking with Draco's. "Please let me lavish you with attention. I wish to care for you as you deserve."
Draco could feel his cheeks heating and he didn't even think to break Charlus' gaze.
A soulmate bond was ridiculously powerful. Draco had never considered it before, but now that he was feeling it... He finally understood all of the fairy stories he'd once scoffed at.
He felt connected to Charlus. Tied to him so strongly that he couldn't see any way to escape. And didn't want to anyway.
Charlus made him feel safe. Just being able to look at him gave Draco the hope that everything was going to be all right. He just had to hold on.