Tempus Fugit
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draco100Title: Tempus Fugit
Author / Artist: hiddenhibernian
Prompt: Late
Characters: Draco, Lucius
Rating: G
Word count: 100
Warnings: None
Notes: Trust Lucius to die the way he had lived.
If nature ran its course, Malfoys took their last breaths surrounded by heavy velvet curtains and house-elves attending their every whim, the finest Healers of the day battling to keep them alive.
They died anyway, but at least they did it in style.
Draco touched his father's cold hand. “I loved you.”
It was easier to tell a corpse than say it when Lucius had been alive.
Slowly realising everything his father had taught him was wrong, Draco had taken even longer to understand his father did love him, despite everything.
For Scorpius, there would be no 'despite'.
Just love.
Author / Artist: hiddenhibernian
Prompt: Late
Characters: Draco, Lucius
Rating: G
Word count: 100
Warnings: None
Notes: Trust Lucius to die the way he had lived.
If nature ran its course, Malfoys took their last breaths surrounded by heavy velvet curtains and house-elves attending their every whim, the finest Healers of the day battling to keep them alive.
They died anyway, but at least they did it in style.
Draco touched his father's cold hand. “I loved you.”
It was easier to tell a corpse than say it when Lucius had been alive.
Slowly realising everything his father had taught him was wrong, Draco had taken even longer to understand his father did love him, despite everything.
For Scorpius, there would be no 'despite'.
Just love.
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