blind man on a canyon's edge

[amourpropre]

Who: Lucius Malfoy (Sr) and Lucius Malfoy (Jr)
What: There isn't any such thing as boundaries when you also know alohomora.
Where: The Malfoy residence; Lucius Jr's office.
When: Now.

It was a nice day and from what Lucius could tell, one that was relatively quiet.

The office wasn't locked when he initially tested the door, but that possibly might not have stopped him from entering regardless. Kept as neatly as he expected it to be, with minor touches and details that Lucius fancied felt unsettlingly familiar. Cane rested against desk, he picks his way through the books and looser pages upon its surface with abstract curiousity - a curiousity he wasn't aware he even had until he entered the room. There's nothing feverish or even aimed about his casual perusal over his younger analogue's work and professional life - it's casual, lacks direction, but brims full of handsy entitlement that has him opening drawers, fingers in filing cabinets.

He settles in a chair with some documentation that looks particularly interesting, leaning back into it with a leg crossed over the other. At the very least, he had ceased to wear any clothing that belonged to the younger man after Narcissa had brought him back the required articles. Accepting charity-- no matter what they said about it-- is a chafing thing, but.

If they considered him entitled to it, Lucius had declined to correct them. Or limit said entitlement.

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[byrightsinhell]

He doesn't expect to be coddled, but even if his alternate doesn't have any self-respect left, Lucius is still going to be damned if he doesn't eke out some minimal respect for himself.

"So I hear." Lucius studies the older man, not quite sure he's ready to let it go at that. Finally, he says, "There are decent libraries, considering. Nothing terribly useful, and of course nothing about getting out, but there are some accounts, about the fog."

[amourpropre]

"Mm. The libraries have been recommended to me previously."

This is where Lucius might give him a hard time about fraternising with Harry bloody Potter, but perhaps that's better left for another argument. Besides, Lucius could do without the reminder that his personal resentment of Potter is somewhat after this Lucius' time, for all that it is well within Sebastian's.

The end of his cane drags along the ground a few inches as he turns to leave the other where he is. What he intends to do about the fog may be shared when he knows he isn't going to back out of it or fail at it, and he isn't staying to be asked any more despite his indifference as to the privacy of his younger counterpart. "Don't be late for work on my account, now," is mocking chide as he heads for out at a stroll.

[byrightsinhell]

Lucius briefly wonders if he has always been such a bloody asshole, but he doesn't voice the thought. He lets him go with the longsuffering expression of an adult child forced to deal with an adult parent (an experience, granted, that Lucius has never actually had).