@WHlT3MAMBA#𝓱ıme : you need to know it’s mutual . i absolutely love your character , your interpretation ! you were so creative , that’s so rare around here these days . really, thank you for the support !! 🥹
#𝓱ıme :
lately, it’s been hard being the oh-so-beloved lucius malfoy in this universe . maybe i’ll put things on pause this week , think about another character . . maybe , who knows ? but i love this man , facts .
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ᅠᅠ⠀⠀﹙⠀𝒍𝙸𝙻𝚈⠀ 𝒆𝚅𝙰𝙽𝚂 ﹚
⠀⠀⠀⠀𝒕𝐇𝐄 ⠀ ⠀𝖉𝙰𝚁𝙺⠀⠀⠀𝕯͟᪤𝑬.
⠀⠀⠀I'll do 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 to keep
⠀⠀ them ⠀⠀alive. ╱ anything ?
⠀⠀ 𝘆𝗲𝘀. ⠀(...) even if it means ⠀⠀⠀embracing⠀⠀𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺.
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𝓵ucius couldn’t help but smile, a hint of amusement shining in his eyes “is it really charm ?” he murmured, his voice soft and low, eyes locked with hers. “ or are you simply too 𝐢͟𝐫͟𝐫͟𝐞͟𝐬͟𝐢͟𝐬͟𝐭͟𝐢͟𝐛͟𝐥͟𝐞 for me to resist ?”
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lucius raised an eyebrow, a slight, ironic smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “oh, i’m sure you’ve gone through quite the transformation,” he replied, his tone cold, yet slightly amused. “it’s fascinating how time has the power to change things”
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glad to hear that.
—rowle dedicated a (fake)smile to him, she’s happy for narcissa tho.—
your distrust offends me, lucius, i’ve become a new person over the years.
—she’s obviously lying.—
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“undoubtedly, our reality is marked by a much firmer order and a clearer view of what is necessary to maintain control . . their chaos, so tangled in emotions and flaws, will never be our truth.”
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𝓵ucius briefly wondered, with a quiet sigh, how different things could’ve been if 𝐝͟𝐫͟𝐚͟𝐜͟𝐨 had more of 𝓳ennifer’s sharp clarity, that strength in knowing exactly what was expected of him and not faltering to please anyone . .
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he remained silent for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly as he processed her words. then, with a slow and calculated sigh, he ran his fingers along the handle of his cane, as if the simple touch helped him maintain his composure.
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[ 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘪 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰. ] echoes in her mind thinking about her next argument.
“ he’s 𝐨𝐮𝐭 of the manor. ” came out in a sober voice, and her fingertips stopped touching her ring.
“ he left by his own to a presumed party to reunite with classmates. ” sighs.
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potential, but that potential was often squandered in moments of weakness. a desire to fit in, to play along with whatever the current masses deemed appropriate. .
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