RP: What do you want for your birthday?
Date: September 18th, 1998
Characters: Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy
Location: Malfoy Manor
Summary: Discussing birthday plans
Status: Semi-Private - interruptions are okay!
Completion: Incomplete
Lucius looked out into the yard. It was near the end of September.
With a content sigh, he smiled. Narcissa's birthday was nearly upon them. Oh, he couldn't celebrate as they had in his younger years. The days of buying expensive gifts, sparing no expense on dinners, and orchestrating creative and elaborate romantic gestures were long gone. The last year the two of them had truly celebrated together was the year before the Dark Lord had returned.
This year would be different. He would make sure they had some sort of celebration, even if it was far more modest than his pride would normally allow.
"If you wouldn't mind, I thought we might take dessert in the sunroom tonight. It seems to be a nice night, and the chill has not come down yet," he said as he sliced into his salmon. Scowling slightly at his plate, he shoved the broccoli off to one side. Why they could not understand that he preferred asparagus was beyond him. "
Seriously, there ought to be some other way of dealing with this infuriating lifestyle that had been inflicted upon him. If he had to choke down one more serving of broccoli, he might just consider binging and accepting a sugar overdose.
Characters: Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy
Location: Malfoy Manor
Summary: Discussing birthday plans
Status: Semi-Private - interruptions are okay!
Completion: Incomplete
Lucius looked out into the yard. It was near the end of September.
With a content sigh, he smiled. Narcissa's birthday was nearly upon them. Oh, he couldn't celebrate as they had in his younger years. The days of buying expensive gifts, sparing no expense on dinners, and orchestrating creative and elaborate romantic gestures were long gone. The last year the two of them had truly celebrated together was the year before the Dark Lord had returned.
This year would be different. He would make sure they had some sort of celebration, even if it was far more modest than his pride would normally allow.
"If you wouldn't mind, I thought we might take dessert in the sunroom tonight. It seems to be a nice night, and the chill has not come down yet," he said as he sliced into his salmon. Scowling slightly at his plate, he shoved the broccoli off to one side. Why they could not understand that he preferred asparagus was beyond him. "
Seriously, there ought to be some other way of dealing with this infuriating lifestyle that had been inflicted upon him. If he had to choke down one more serving of broccoli, he might just consider binging and accepting a sugar overdose.