⁣ ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏ.

[⁣ ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏ. @antevitam]

⁣　𓆙 ⁣　Dʀᴀᴄᴏ Mᴀʟғᴏʏ

⁣　𝖵𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗍’𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖠𝖽𝗏𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖯𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 & 𝖠𝗅𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝖧𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖡𝗈𝗒. 𝖯𝗋𝗈𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖼𝖼𝗅𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗌. 𝖧𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖬𝖺𝗅𝖿𝗈𝗒.

[⁣ ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏ. @antevitam]

intrigued by its curves and the softness to it, and it impelled him to test it again, gently, this time curling the end around his index finger.

“But I’d rather hear it from you. What is it you’re seeking?”

[⁣ ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏ. @antevitam]

If he hadn’t been aware of the proximity between their frames before, he was certainly now yearning to abolish it in its entirety. He took his time, however; his eyes never leaving hers even when he filled his lungs with the sweet burn of nicotine, allowing it to soothe his -

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that had remained.

“Danger, perhaps.”

He was so damn close he could feel the warmth emanating from her form, seeking to reach him, and it took everything in him not to succumb to its whim. Instead, the blond tugged at a strand of wavy hair that fell below her shoulders, -

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her features with curious intent; perhaps she was holding all the answers to his questions there. He might’ve unknowingly shifted closer, too, for when he rose the lighter to the cigarette at his lips his hand brushed hers for half a heartbeat — and his? Almost halted.

[⁣ ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏ. @antevitam]

The contrast between the two was immensely palpable. While she spoke the languid language of warmth and sunny days, Draco related to the first snow storm on a mountain top and wintery twilights. Where light and dark are bound to come together, by the supreme commanding forces, -

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scenery was incomparably beautiful, but with Astoria in it, drank in moonlight? Absolutely breathtaking.

“I was hoping you would’ve. It would’ve been the wisest thing to do, and yet here you are. Seeking… something.”

Draco tilted his head the slightest bit, his eyes scanning -

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but yet again, he sensed her long before she made herself known.

“Was almost wondering if you had changed your mind.”

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While the previous night had been spent tossing and turning underneath layers of the finest silk, sleep yet again evaded him in similar fashion. There was a strange sense of warmth that had curled uninvited beneath his skin, settling itself, making room in every gap, and damn -

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in the deep silence, that void which was only interrupted by the steady rolling of the waves at the shore.

He couldn’t tell how long he had been standing there, hands tucked away in the depths of his coat while he stepped on those slippery pebbles that drank the moonlight; -

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a dozen meters away that he glanced over his shoulder with a flash of a smile,

“Goodnight, little lamb.”

[⁣ ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏ. @antevitam]

It went without saying that this little arrangement of theirs, emerging from a space of comfort and secrecy and everything else that lied in between, was theirs only. For some reason that still surpassed his understanding, Draco knew this was perhaps the only something she -

[⁣ ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏ. @antevitam]

much else was passed between the two in the short minutes that followed, nothing but the pending yearning for what tomorrow would bring.

When they stood by the door in the empty corridor, ready to part ways, the blond bowed his head in curtsy. But it was only when he was half -