01-08-2020, 07:57 PM
“And you’re not just as boring?” Draco questions back, the grin that splits his lips revealing bloodstained teeth. What anger he felt is extinguished by consuming amusement, and he laughs. It is a loud and biting sound, one that is clearly entertained but too cold to truly feel it. Draco knows that physically he is one of the more mundane creatures of Pangea; but he also knows the pink fish that stands before him is just as goddamn plain.
“Go on, tell me how boring I am,” he whispers and leans in, the glow of his eyes only JUST hinting at fear. Something feral twists in the pit of his stomach—perhaps Hades, the master he has always been destined to serve—and tells him this is what he likes. Is it masochism? He chews on the thought, and when he tastes the bittersweet flavor of sadomasochism—
Draco swallows the revelation with a hearty gulp.
“Tell me how boring I am while you prove how much you don’t belong here—or anywhere—because you’re the exact same kind of plain cruel that does not fit with the evil or the good.”
Draco shrugs nonchalant shoulders, casting those unfeeling eyes to the trees to his right.
“I can smell the fear on you, darling. Why don’t you just lean into it?”
“Go on, tell me how boring I am,” he whispers and leans in, the glow of his eyes only JUST hinting at fear. Something feral twists in the pit of his stomach—perhaps Hades, the master he has always been destined to serve—and tells him this is what he likes. Is it masochism? He chews on the thought, and when he tastes the bittersweet flavor of sadomasochism—
Draco swallows the revelation with a hearty gulp.
“Tell me how boring I am while you prove how much you don’t belong here—or anywhere—because you’re the exact same kind of plain cruel that does not fit with the evil or the good.”
Draco shrugs nonchalant shoulders, casting those unfeeling eyes to the trees to his right.
“I can smell the fear on you, darling. Why don’t you just lean into it?”
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