amourpropre: (i got soul but im not a soldier)
lucius malfoy ([personal profile] amourpropre) wrote in [community profile] multiversallogs 2011-09-04 08:26 am (UTC)

He has his doubts. Just on principle.

But tonight, he submits to being shepherded along, giving up on the simple things, like being overly neurotic about glowing in places for a few days, or dissecting the unnerving ease in which he listens to her and adapts to this environment. She was right when she'd noted Lucius' exhaustion, and on the later end of his 40s, this counts for something when it comes to token resistances. Maybe later, he will be more sharply aware-- according to himself-- that he doesn't belong here. Probably when he realises he's been given his younger double's clothing.

For now, he lays his cane against the guest bed, allows once-elegant boots to thud dropped against the ground, and glance at himself in the mirror, both at moon stains and the state of himself. And not linger there for any length of time. He'll take that bath, yes, he decides, mouth pulling in minute grimace.

"You don't ask about the future," he observes, quite suddenly, as he sets his coat down across the back of a chair. "You have your reasons, I imagine."

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