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[closed] every night, my dream's the same. same old city with a different name.

Jan 08, 2011 01:15

Who: Heine Rammsteiner (stray_gunner ) and Draco Malfoy (in_leatherpants )
When: Backdated a few hours to Friday night.
Where: Backalleys around the New Arrivals block.
Format: Starting with paragraph? Give me a kick if you want to change.
What: Draco sulks, Heine skulks, violence ensues.
Warnings: Violence? Probably about PG-13, maybe worse if they get into it.

( Men are coming to take me away - I don't know why but I know I can't stay. )

draco malfoy, heine rammsteiner

Comments 4

in_leatherpants January 9 2011, 10:13:35 UTC

Waiting until night (or just as soon as it was dark enough that Draco thought that he had the chance to get around the city without being seen) to leave his aunt's house had been something that he had been quite accustomed to doing. To his relief he had still been able to apparate wherever he needed to go, though even that was slightly frustrating in that it took a considerable amount of bloody concentration to manage to get to where he wanted to go ( ... )

stray_gunner January 9 2011, 16:55:55 UTC

It wasn't much colder than the city he'd lived in, and at least there were actual seasons here. But that didn't mean that Heine didn't get cold, and he was starting to feel chilled. He ignored it for the moment and only continued on his aimless walk.

His footsteps slowed as he turned the corner. Gaze fixed somewhere near the top of the building nearby, he was almost surprised by someone calling out further down the alley.

"It's not your alley," he muttered, half to himself. "And I'm not exactly hiding, either," he added in a louder voice.

in_leatherpants January 10 2011, 03:40:17 UTC

At the sound of the voice, Draco very nearly jumped out of his own skin, whipping himself around with his wand hand held out as he whispered lumos so that he could try to see where that voice was coming from.

"It's my alley if I say it's mine," it sounded weak to his own ears, but it was necessary for him to feel some semblance of control in this situation, and it helped him to put the other man in his place.

"Who are you? Get into the light." He was perhaps a little bossy, but it wasn't something that he thought ohe ought to be ashamed of. He was a Malfoy, a pureblood. It was his right to put people in their place.

stray_gunner January 10 2011, 03:59:57 UTC

The sudden light made him wince and draw back on reflex, but when no further odd things occurred, he relaxed. Only slightly, though, because it had been a similar ability to the one that that woman had --

-- okay, not thinking about that. Heine scowled and barely remembered to listen to the other person's words.

"Yeah, yeah. Pretty demanding, aren't you?" There was something like a sneer on his face, and if he weren't so tired, he'd probably be saying something more offensive. "If you want to see me, you can do it yourself, whoever you are."