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hikarievandar Title: Death’s Season
Pairing: Lucius Malfoy/Harry Potter
Rating: G
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Summary: His beloved is the Master of Death, and this is his season.
Notes: Happy Halloween!
Harry brings the smell of autumn when he enters the manor, the earthy crispness of death and decay, and the sweetness of cold rain. The twilight nips at his heels, his cheeks are flushed and his eyes glitter. Lucius lowers his book as he approaches, only half-imagining the autumn fog clinging to the hems of his auror robes.
His beloved is the Master of Death, and this is his season, regardless that Harry has no love for Halloween; the dying of the year brings out his unearthly side, the side that never came back from the Killing Curse. It has wound its tendrils tight around him.
Harry drops onto the sofa at Lucius’ side and leans in for a kiss that tastes of apples and fallen leaves, and Lucius breathes in the smell of bonfires from his hair.
“Good day?” Harry asks.
“I find it very recently improved,” Lucius replies, linking their fingers together and ignoring the chill of bones that aren’t really there, despite what his senses say.
Harry grins widely. “Charmer,” he says, leaning in once more.
Lucius kisses him deeply, relishing in the cold of his magic as much as he does the taste of his lips.