Draco Malfoy was now twenty-five years old. Old. Old. The word kept running through his head. He was a quarter century old, for Merlin's sake! The notion was ridiculous - how could he be twenty-five already?! How could life go by so incredibly fast and yet so damnably slow at the same time
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It felt, of course, like ages since he had seen Draco, though he knew it had only been some weeks via the village. Charles's hair was longer, combed back over his ears, and he still wore clothing more suited to the 1970s than current times. His bruises and cuts were healing, but perhaps he looked a bit more haunted around the eyes; he did, though, muster a smile when he heard Draco's question. He waited to hear the answer.
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He took out the candle and sucked the frosting off the end as he turned, and was a bit startled to see Charles there. And then he was just confused.
"What are you wearing?"
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The gift was a number of food items that he'd found, supposedly the very best England had to offer, and some of them 'wizarding'. This he supplemented with Elven wine that the village now carried at times. Later. He'd sent a card that the gift would be delivered the next day.
For now he had learned about 's'mores', which sounded like something decadent that Draco would like and he was trying to find the young man.
Sorry so late, I was away.
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"Hey!" he said with a mildly sticky smile, and licked melted chocolate off of his thumb.
[Not a problem! I was late for his birthday too. XD]
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"I see you're indulging, as is proper." Not that Draco wouldn't anyway. "When explained to me, it sounded like this was something for you."
He waved his hand at 'this'. It wasn't chocolate on Draco's face but remnants of marshmallow. Then again, Draco might have left a bit on the lips deliberately.
"You know I didn't make anything for you but I could not resist using a bit of something from home." Draco did not have the gift yet. "There's wine."
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Bastard probably would manage it, but then he'd miss out on part of the fun.
"Ooh! Elven wine? I do love Elven wine."
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[ooc: hopefully better late than never!]
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Even with the teenager attitude, Jace would be missed.
"No idea," he said and licked at the frosting. "They're creepy, and yet so tasty."
[Always!]
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"Oh dear. I'm not sure I love you enough to be able to tolerate an invasion like that."
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