there was only a handful of people that lucius allowed himself to show fragility to ( or, at least, a hint of it --- showing all of it was something he shied away from doing, still ). leo ( @leonardoflint ) was one of them, naturally, the closes thing he’d ever had to a brother, someone he trusted with so much. they were sat in his living room, a silence lingering between them, so much unsaid that didn’t need addressing, mutual understanding something that always hung between them. lucius bend over to fill his glass of scotch again, letting out a bit of a sigh. “i don’t think i’ve ever experienced such a long day,” he said, leaning back into the sofa again as he swirled his drink. “and people were especially stupid as well.”

apparently organising a funeral was quite different from organising any other kind of event. there were plenty of similarities, sure, but the fact that the reason for throwing it was so vastly different made the whole process a lot tougher. lucius malfoy may not be an emotional being, but he was human, and he grieved. he had people around him, though, that soothed the rawness of his being by simply being there. while he wasn’t a big fan of depending on others, he was now glad that he could --- especially as his father had been awfully absent during the entire ordeal. eyes fell on evan ( @evanrosie ) as the two of them shared breakfast at lucius’ kitchen table, and after taking a long sip of his coffee ( which he desperately needed ) he cleared his throat. “don’t know if i’ve said this already, but still --- thank you for coming over to help, today. trying to tackle this guest list has been a right nightmare.”

a glass of expensive scotch swung between the tips of two fingers, lucius barely interested in making sure none of it spilled. silence presses against his ears and he wishes it would rain or storm or that someone would put on a record so there’d be more sound than this deafening silence, but nothing happens. his mother has just died and nothing happens --- his chest still moves as he breathes and the clock still ticks and everything seems to go on as it always does. he’s pulled back to being thirteen and learning she’s ill and wanting to fight the entire world to fix her. thing is --- there’s nothing to fix now. it’s over. over a decade of suffering, hospital visits and hoping things will be fine is over. she’s gone. 

he downs his drink, puts down his glass, presses the palms of his hands against his eyes and lets out a shaky breath. lucius gets up, picks out a record -- bach, one of his mother’s favourites -- and puts it on, eyes falling on narcissa ( @dyiingflower ) as she stands in the doorway. he doesn’t say anything, just moves towards her and embraces her, not caring that there’s tears burning in his eyes.

rodolphus‌:

they had never been the best of friends, rodolphus wasn’t sure if they even held the fine line between friends and casual annoyances to one another but he did not attend for solely image. lucius was married to his wife’s baby sister, it only made sense that he would go leaving all rude remarks at home because for once this was not the place. believe it or not, for those he respected rodolphus could hold some decency and he knew that a funeral was not a place to be cracking jokes or his usual snarky remarks. “ you doin’ alright? ”

was he doing alright? lucius wanted to laugh at the question, so well-meant but stupid nonetheless. while parent-child relations were often complicated in their society, his relationship with his mother had been nothing but good, and now that she was gone, lucius was experiencing true grief for the first time. of course he wasn’t alright. he was a malfoy though, straight-backed and proud, and he didn’t crack. “i’m holding up okay,” he answered. he didn’t quite feel like sharing his emotions with his brother-in-law. “thank you for coming, rodolphus.” 

@canismajcrs

lucius had organised many events in his life, but nothing like this. usually, the things he organised were as a cover, to make him appear as a charitable individual in the public eye, but this time? it’d been personal and thus so much harder. still, lucius had taken the lead when it came to organising his mother’s funeral --- it wasn’t like there was anyone he trusted to do it. it’d been a distraction, a way to keep himself busy by doing things he was good at -- booking a venue, sending invites, hiring musicians and caterers -- and making sure everything went according to plan. but now the day was there and everything was perfect and he felt awfully empty, as if someone had ripped something from his being. he stood, next to his aunt and father, watching people move into the hall of the church, ready to shake another hand and receive condolences that did nothing to him.

narcissa‌:

“ do not mistake her words for kindness, she’d kill before complimenting anyone. ” the jab was not intentional but her words were not false, narcissa knew well enough that her mother had few polite intentions spitting out harsh words and cold insults rather than anything nice. all kind words had been a shock to the youngest former black when draco had first been introduced to his grandparents but shockingly, through forced smiles her mother had managed something a little less cruel. that type of influence still worried her, not wanting someone so unforgiving and cruel around her son but it was a thought pushed to the back of her mind for now. “ you would never miss a chance to compliment yourself darling, but i suppose you might be handsome as well. ” the blonde teased, leaning over to kiss his cheek mindful of draco. “ how incredibly lucky you are that i love you, ”

“oh, don’t you worry. i’m not THAT big a fool.” the contrast between his mother and narcissa’s was massive, even if they were both clever individuals who were able to shape words into weapons. when his mother would compliment someone ( which was rarely ), it was sincere, her honesty sharp as a knife and almost always present. in another life, his father and her could’ve made a dangerous match. perhaps it was for the best that they’d not loved one another. “why would i? i’m just sharing the truth, dear, but if it makes you feel any better ... i never miss a chance to compliment you, either.” fingers tangled in her hair after she kissed him, and he rubbed her neck softly. “oh, i really am. who knows where i’d be, if you weren’t here to put up with me.”

edgar:

he hummed in the back of his throat. the sound thoughtful as he turned to face lucius, arms crossed. this was not habit, for either of them. sharing their fears, disclosing their feelings. both arrogant bastards adept at burying any insecurities deep inside. “at least he’ll still be rich,” he remarked dryly. taking the moment to think further. with the shitty legacy draco had been born into, he might be ruined. but not for lack of trying otherwise. “you love him. his mother loves him. your overbearing family loves him. that’s a decent start.”

lucius regretted saying anything the minute he’d done it. this was unlike him, to divulge, to lift the veil that covered his fears and doubts ( because he had them, even if he liked to believe he didn’ ). “that is a comforting thought,” he replied, just as dry as edgar had been. he let the other’s words stew for a moment ----- love wasn’t enough. his father had loved him, narcissa’s parents had loved her, and they weren’t even close to being parents of the year. “hm, yes --- i suppose you are right.” his voice threatened to return to emotionally distant -- it’s natural state -- and he shifted in his seat. “i just hope that that and my good intentions are enough.” 

james‌:

“ too bad we’re not wizards then, isn’t it? “ he replies, voice a little dry, borderline mocking. most definitively sarcastic. eyebrows raise a little as his gaze wanders across the man, taking in his demeanor ( every last bit of him annoying james to his very core ). what he sees is what he could be —- what he might become, if he’s not careful. what he most definitively WOULD have been like, if it hadn’t been for his friends, the war and lily. so he gives lucius malfoy a glowering stare, his eyes devoid of their usual warmth and joy. somehow, a bit of amusement still lingers in dark irises, seemingly impossible to completely erase —- even in the presence of the most infuriating of men. “ so you get your coffee yourself. surprising. “

“why yes, i do, at times. trusting my house elf to do it for me is foolish. you’d understand, had you met him, though i doubt you ever will.” the idea of having james potter over is almost laughable to james, who thinks as lowly of the other as he does of his friends. it’s no surprise that he affiliates himself with people like sirius black, nor that he married a mudblood. if you ask lucius, there’s no kind of wizard worse than a blood traitor --- ungrateful, desrespectful, blind. he’s sure, though, that james will pay the price for his bad decisions one day. he almost feels bad for his son, but not fully. he is the result out of a rather ... unnatural marriage, after all. “now, if you don’t mind ... i do need that coffee.”

marlene‌:

eyes flicker over the paintings in the room. a distraction ( any distraction ) was welcome as lion heart beat as quick as a scared rabbit. on the coffee table the latest edition of the daily prophet laid folded. the words RUMOURED LIST TO CONTAIN ALL ORDER MEMBERS. the letters moved, she thought, changed shape and then read –– RUMOURED LIST TO CONTAIN ALL DEATH EATERS. a breath escapes her lips as she tries to calm herself. reminding that she is safe and that she is in the house of a friend. a friend who could turn around and hurt her should he know. but, he didn’t know. not yet. smile grace her features once lucius ( @peacvck ) steps into the room and marlene leans back on the beautiful sofa.  ❝ now that you are a dad friends aren’t important any longer? hm. or how else would you explain having me waiting for twenty minutes, luce? you may be p o p u l a r but being this slow is just rude. ❞

a tenseness sat in lucius’ chest regarding the news of the list. SURE, he’s always known about the risk of being uncovered as a death eater, but for it to be so near and real --- he doesn’t like it, especially as the timing is terrible. he’s a father now, and his mother was doing worse than ever before; it’s really not a good time for him to get sent to azkaban. back-up plans have been swirling through his mind since the news, ways for him to avoid what could be coming --- claiming he’s been imperio’d seems like the most solid plan. still, he doesn’t like thinking about it, and so he’s glad to be visiting marlene, an always welcome distraction. he lets out a chuckle, shakes his head. “please do forgive me, marlene. draco was awfully fussy this morning, and i’m trying to be a present and good father. that’s no excuse for tardiness, of course, but i should hope that you’d be understanding enough to forgive me. or are you truly the hag is claiming you are?”

eloise‌:

— › CLOSED STARTER : @peacvck

“  well  ,   it  looks  like  you’ve  been   busy  .” words tumble   from  her  lips  as  she  makes  herself  comfortable  on  the  couch  ,  legs  crossing  over  one  another  .  eyes  sweep  across the  malfoy  residence  , decorated  with  the  same  luxury  they’d  always  grown  up  with  but  also   now   with   the  subtle  remnants  of  a child  .  maybe  she’s  hyper aware   or  just  too  stuck  in the  PAST ,  but   eloise couldn’t  help  but  feel  like they  were  still growing  up  way   too  fast  .  or  maybe  …  she  just  wasn’t  growing  up  enough  .  the  thought  quickly  falls  from   her  head   as   she   turns  to  face  him  ,  smiling  .  “  i  swear  it’s  been  ages  since  i’ve  seen  you  last . ”  a  week   at  most  ,  probably  .  but  she  wasn’t  in the  business  of  counting  nor  was  she  willing  to  outright  say  she  missed  him   either   .  “ was  beginning to  think  you  were ignoring  all  my  owls  .   wouldn’t  be  the  first  time ,  huh ? ”  she’s  teasing  ,  eyebrows  raising   as  gazes  falls  on  the  man  who  was  practically  her  brother  . 

“what can i say? i am a VERY important man,” says lucius, dramatics lacing his voice. he isn’t too busy, in all reality, but still: he has some things on his plate. between having an infant son, organising charity events, being a full-time death eater and having a sickly mother who was doing worse and worse he has plenty of time left for friends, though. he’s immensely glad that he doesn’t bother with a career ( especially considering he doesn’t need the money ). “it has, you’re right.” exaggerating is like a second language to them, and he adds a deep sigh for the right effect. “i’m surprised you still recognised me, in all honesty.” he’s glad, that she’s here --- eloise is a breath of fresh air, and every time they meet up, it’s like a relief. he craves that, these days, even if he won’t admit that. “like i said --- i’m an awfully important man! i’m sure your letters just got buried under those of the minister of france and celestina warbeck.”

evan:

“ better it’s you, than them, “ he says, clouded eyes never averting from the baby, who is currently gripping evan’s finger, about as tightly as evan suspects he can muster. he’s watching draco with shallow interest ( not quite invested enough to care ), and keeps half an eye on his father. an insincere smile plays on his lips, and he wiggles his finger loose. “ i suspect that a lestrange child would be… something else. “

“that’d surely be the end of the world,” said lucius, shivering dramatically. “i mean ... it’d be the devil incarnate, or something like that.” he was glad that his sister-in-law and her husband were not very set on having children, especially because he suspected that they’d not make it out of this war free or alive. “now, as for draco ... he’s nothing quite like their child would be, now is he?”

task 007: wardrobe.

ehhhh we all know that lucius is an extra motherfucker?? has too much money and cares abt the aesthetic too much.

anyway he loves being Extra. loves velvet housecoats and all that jazz. catch him looking absolutely on point even when he sees no one all day. like. lucius just doesnt like looking bad. it’s not his thing. it’s not in his blood. his appearance is everything.

his shoes are always polished!!!

wears a lot of expensive suits that fit rly well. tailored and stuff. also wears muggle brands because? he sometimes ventures into the muggle world for Money and Stuff. like. he goes to the muggle bank and shit dfkjsdf DONT TELL ANYONE. but it makes him richer so.

loves details and accessories. the two main ones here are his cane (lmao) and the malfoy family ring, which is tbh kind of ugly but hey, family > aesthetic. also it’s nice for punching. also likes trinkets and stuff on his suits, especially snake-related, because he’s a snake, but anything will do? idk what all those little things are named

dresses posh af we been knew.

doesnt rly like being a death eater bc the robes and the mask are ugly af but what can you do, its not like voldemort is gonna take fashion advice from lucius (even tho he should! lucius probably has a wig lying around for him as well)

leo & cissa:

leo thought he loved the concept of draco a little more than the fragile thing itself. babies were terrifying and even one he cared about so dearly got him far too stressed. nevertheless a warm smile remained on his lips as the caressed the light few hairs on the boy’s head. “ he is magnificent. looks just like you, cissa. “ soft laughter spilled out with a playful look at lucius before a softer one fell on narcissa. “ we should get a photograph, uh ? the four of us. the first with draco and us three ? “ // @dyiingflower​

narcissa had learned not to think of draco as if he was glass, if anything it had only stressed her out more than need be. despite her trust for leo the blonde could not take her eyes off her young son, so precious and peaceful a stark contrast to what the rest of the world felt like. draco had been the one light in her life and that was not something she would take for granted. “ sweet of you to say leo, ” not that she disagreed but certainly narcissa saw her husband in their son. it was difficult not to notice that he was most definitely his parents. “ that would be wonderful, don’t you think? ” and with that she turns to lucius a smile upon her face. // @peacvck

“he’ll grow up to be quite beautiful, if he looks anything like narcissa,” said lucius, thinking of their son all grown up for a second. the wish for the war to be OVER sneaked up on him, and he banished the thought quickly --- wanting such things was nothing but a waste of time and energy. “it would be, yes.” a large smile covered his face; why would he not want a photograph with three of the people he loved most? “do you want to take it in front of the fireplace, or in the garden? or did you have another place in mind?” there were plenty of beautiful spots in the mansion, after all. // @leonardoflint

victoria:

        “ you honestly need to get out of your little country house more often, lucius. you’re missing out the world. “      from her words, you’d think she was a muggle sympathizer. all she wanted was to tease her cousin, just like old times. always the smallest and youngest and yet, victoria made sure to come out on top.    “ perhaps they are as extra as you are. just with less taste in fashion. after all, that’s not for everyone, am i right, lulu? “     every fiber of her being wanted to snap at him for calling her that. instead, she managed to slow down her heart rate by drinking her black coffee all at once. victoria rowle would not give him the satisfaction of seeing her lose her temper today.

          “what am i missing out on exactly? bad fashion? i think i will pass.” he scrunched up his face, acted a little more offended by the hideous outfit than he truly was. messing around with victoria -- teasing, acting dramatic, gossiping about strangers and friends -- was always a good time, and the small grin on his lips was absolutely sincere. “oh, don’t you dare compare me to such ... such heathens! i am nothing like those people --- i know how to match a belt with a pair of shoes and that shirts need to be ironed, and they barely even know how to zip their fly.”

narcissa:

her gaze upon their son never faltered, icy hues softened and watching him with absolute care as he slept soundly in lucius arms. happiness was not something they were bred to feel but somehow, someway the pair managed it no matter how unnatural it might’ve felt to begin with. cruel and cold parents like her own would have discouraged such affection and happiness but narcissa would be damned if she watched her son suffer like she had, always under the impression that the lack of affection was love. “ my mother said the same thing, ” it was still shocking to imagine her mother remarking something nice about any of her children but in all honesty it was not much of a compliment lacking care and empathy in tone. “ oh you think you are so cute don’t you? ”

“your mother can apparently be wise, at times.” speaking ill of their parents was not something lucius was prone to do, and this little jab was as close as he usually got. it was right now, while he was holding his own son, that he was able to fathom how wrong narcissa’s and his own parents had been. he’d known it always, but not in the way he did now. being a father himself, he was much more aware of how parental love was supposed to work. it was a rather absurd realisation. “oh, i ABSOLUTELY do. i’m adorable, and handsome, too.” wide grin curled his lips, and he winked at her. “don’t you agree? i would, if i were you ... if you didn’t, you’d be admitting to marrying an ugly ghoul.”