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Lucius waited, just as he did every night, hoping that tonight would be the night that Narcissa forgave him for whatever wrong he had done her, for he most certainly had to have done something wrong. He had wanted to talk about their daughter, he'd wanted to express his feelings and emotions to the one person he felt safe with but it wasn't possible, Narcissa had shut him out and the strain was immeasurable. Lucius knew there was talk in the wizarding world of the two of them, he knew that there were people that gossiped behind their backs, some of those people were the ones they called "friends" but Lucius could handle all that, he could deal with the gossip so long as he had his wife at his side but for months now he hadn't even had that. Narcissa was killing him slowly each and every night. Withdrawing herself from him was withdrawing herself from their love. There were so few in their world that could marry for love. They were lucky, they were privileged and every second apart felt as though she was throwing that privilege away. They had no living children, they literally only had one another and yet that wasn't enough for Narcissa to come to him.

The door handle turned and Lucius made sure that he was tall and presentable for his wife. His hair was on the damp side and he was in his pyjamas but it was about saying goodnight, going through their nightly ritual so he could be dismissed by her yet again as if he was nothing more than some disgusting house elf, but he would subject himself to the pain and torture every damned night for as long as they were married if it meant that he got a glimpse of her, if he got to graze his lips over the milky, soft flesh of her cheek as he kissed her goodnight.

Thin and ghostly Narcissa appeared before him in the door way. She wasn't the woman he had fallen in love with, the woman that he had married. She was but a shell of that woman and as she stood there before him Lucius knew that he didn't care what version of Narcissa she was, he wanted to hold her close and never left her go. He wanted to envelop her in love and affection and connect with her. For so long she had been a part of him, had felt like she was one and the same person as he, but there was no semblance of that relationship any longer, instead she had her chambers in which he was excluded and all he knew of her life now was that she spoke only to her mother and sister, that she cried, and that she painted. That was all he ever knew. Even young Dobby, the borderline incompetent house elf was of no use to letting him know how his wife was getting on. "I've come to wish you a goodnight, sweetheart. I'm retiring to our bedroom now." In the beginning he'd tried to reach out to her, to stroke her face lovingly but she'd pulled away from him, from all his touches. Lucius was pained beyond belief but continued on, never letting his pain show, not even in private, for a man should not feel such emotion.

Tag: Narcissa Astrid Malfoy
Words: 560
Notes: <3
Outfit: Goodnight and sweet dreams

It hadn’t been easy losing a child. The miscarriages in the past had taken the toll on Lucius, as they would anyone with an ounce of yearning, but it seemed there was something more heartbreaking than the loss after loss that he and Narcissa kept suffering in the early stages of pregnancy, they’d lost a baby, and actual baby. Carina had been so tiny, so perfect and yet there was no reason as to why her heart had stopped beating. Magic could not fix what ailed heir lives. Magic was unable to help them in their quest to have a child. Lucius loved Narcissa, that was one thing he truly knew in his life but all these losses … she just wasn’t the same woman. She wouldn’t let him in, she wasn’t allowing him to support her. She would see her mother and her sister, she’d talk to them but she treated him as if he were a stranger. It hurt. His heart physically ached for his wife but she kept him at a distance. He saw her every now and then but his day was full of not Narcissa. They’d been so close, Lucius was pathetic enough to have believed they were soul mates but he was beginning to wonder if that wasn’t just some kind of fantasy. He wondered if there was no such thing as soul mates. He and Narcissa had seemed so right, so perfect, but now he had no idea what to do, how to act, what to say. The one person in his life he had been most comfortable around no longer had any interest in him, in being his wife.

Knocking back his third shot of liquor Lucius lost all thoughts of his wife. A light brunette caught his eye and she flirted from across the room. Lucius was interested. Very interested. She was nothing like Narcissa. She lacked the class and the mannerisms that fine breeding and educating had instilled in Narcissa, her face was a little plumper and her height almost that same as his own. She was pretty but she wasn’t Narcissa. He couldn’t tell from across the room just what colour exactly her eyes were but they looked dark, nothing at all as shining as Narcissa’s. They lacked love, they lacked connection and she was exactly what he wanted. She was exactly the kind of woman he was after to satisfy his needs while the distance between himself and his wife grew and grew.

Lucius turned back to the bar he’d been drinking at. His needs weren't to the point of betraying his vows, not this time around. He finished off his beer and despite his usual routine he decided to head home for the night. He was tired, emotionally speaking, and getting a little fed up with all that was happening. He got down off the barstool, picked up his jacket, swinging it around his broad shoulders and slipping his arms inside. He left a tip for the barkeep and headed out the door, not bothering to give the brunette any kind of attention as he left. He didn't want her tonight but if she was about tomorrow then that might turn out to be a different story. There was no telling. As every day got harder to get through with Narcissa, the temptation of other women became greater. He'd had affairs, he'd kept them to himself and never wanted for Narcissa to find out. He was a man, he had his needs and Narcissa hadn't come near him in the ways he'd needed in months. He didn't hold it against her but there was only so much that he could take. He genuinely loved his wife but how much of this could he continue to take?

Turning right out of the pub Lucius made his way towards a small alley. It was dark and silent until a loud pop could be heard breaking the the still night of the little country town he was visiting. There was no need for a carriage. Travelling alone it was easy to get from one place to another and the walk up the driveway to home would help clear his head a little. It wasn't an overly long walk but it was long enough. Once he reached his manor he let himself in. The home was dead. Not a creek to be heard. He sighed. Narcissa would be in her room and in forty minutes or so she'd be expecting a knock at her door. Lucius took the time to head to his bathroom and freshen himself up, take away the smell and taste of alcohol so that he wouldn't give his wife the wrong idea about what he'd been up to this evening.

After freshening himself up with a shower and brushing his teeth a couple of times, Lucius dressed himself in his pyjamas, ready for bed. He slipped on his fur lined slippers and made his way down the hall to Narcissa's chambers. He hovered at the door for a moment, taking a deep breath while running his right hand through his slightly damp hair. It was killing him. It hurt to know that she was in pain and there was nothing he could do but give her time and space but honestly, how much time and space could he give her? He loved her and wanted to make everything right between the two of them, but when she'd barely let him even say goodnight to her, it made life difficult. Regardless, he would always say goodnight to his wife and for as long as she would let him, he would always give her a kiss and tell her that she was loved by him. Raising his gently curled right hand, he rapped his knuckles against her chamber door, lowering his hand and waiting patiently, not even bothering to hope any longer for anything more than a glimpse and a goodnight kiss.

Tag: Narcissa Astrid Malfoy
Words: 676
Notes: <3
Outfit: Goodnight and sweet dreams

Dora's voice was practically an invite into her knickers, a satisfied smirk crossed Lucius' lips as he walked along side the petite little dark haired beauty. She was always so floaty in her movements as though she was walking on clouds. She was raised a lady and despite the difficult times her family was putting her through, it showed. She was well dressed and well manicured, she was the sort of girl you could feel comfortable slipping your arm around as you strolled through the park. She was proper and attractive, her blood was some of the purist. Lucius would not complain to be in her company and if he was single he wouldn't mind taking her out on a date, being seen with her in public. She was the flirty sort, he'd seen her behaviour around other men and experienced it a time or two himself, but right now he wasn't able to just slip his arm around her as they walked, and he wasn't able to reciprocate any flirting but he'd certainly enjoy it. Perhaps someday he and Miss Parkinson could take any sort of flirting to a private chamber somewhere and see just where such talk would lead.

Precious was certainly an interesting word for the little pooch Dora was walking through the muggle park in the middle of the day. It rather suited Dora to have a little dog, something she could show off and accessories with. She was single, as far as Lucius was aware, and she was childless. There was no suitor lined up for her and so with absolutely no commitments it made sense to fill the inevitable void that must have had hold of her in life. The loss of her brother and father too would have been a big upset to her situation, then to have her mother turn her back on her ... well there weren't many people in their circle that would treat their heirs the way the Parkinsons had. "She most certainly is." He smiled at the little dog, his hands behind his back, keeping respectable mannerisms around Miss Parkinson, after all there was no telling just who might be paying close attention to the pair. "It's an absolute pleasure, Miss Mimosa." Lucius bowed his head to the little pup, curious a little about the name choice but not up for the conversation behind such a choice, instead he straightened up and looked to Dora, "Any plans for the day?" He asked, turning his body, ready to continue walking the second Dora decided she was ready. It would be unseemly to leave a woman of her standing alone in a muggle park.

Tag: Euphadora Rose Parkinson
Words: 443
Notes: <3

One might not have expected to see such a prominent pureblood such as Lucius Malfoy out in the world, mixing with muggles but that was exactly what he was doing today. Not exactly mixing with muggles though, he was walking among them getting from point A to point B through a quaint little park where owners were letting their dogs run amuck, sniffing at one another's arses in greeting and chasing after balls. Occasionally Lucius thought dogs were much better behaved than some children. His own children would never act like some he'd seen or grown up with but he expected he would make a rather fantastic father and Narcissa, if she were able to put her head on straight, would someday make and incredible mother, however for the time being and the foreseeable future, Narcissa would not be a mother to a living child, it would be more than she could handle to carry another life inside of her again, after all, what if they lost the next child in much the same manner as Carina? Lucius wasn't sure if he himself could suffer another loss like that. His daughter's passing had taken quite a toll and what was more the whole of the wizarding world knew about it and pity was showered down upon the mourning couple. No wonder Narcissa had locked herself in her room for months.

The park was rather glorious in the sun. Lucius had one of his ark navy blue business suits on and walked with purpose along the path. The area he was walking through was rather better off than some locations around London and what was more a very pretty site struck his eyes. Slim and pale, dark haired and well poised. Lucius would have known that figure anywhere, despite the cloak the hung around her shoulders, keeping him from appreciating her dainty little frame as well as he ought to have been.

Picking up his pace a little Lucius pushed his hands into his navy, Italian woollen twill coat until he was level with Euphadora Parkinson. "Why Miss Parkinson," He said smoothly, his voice deep yet inviting, "What on Earth brings you and your little companion to the parks of Muggle London?" He enquired. London during the day was not such a bad place to be although it made it easier to spot the riff raff that someone of her standing ought not be around. Lucius was well aware of her financial standings in the world - it was common knowledge and a laughing point for some - but she was a Parkinson, she had some of the purist blood around and was even able to keep hold of the title of one of the Sacred 28. While she may have been at the lower end of the spectrum Lucius was surprised that no one had snatched her up. Young, beautiful and no family drama's to have to contend with other than her mother, who Lucius believed could be easily rid of for the right price. Surely there was some lower family, not in the Sacred 28, that would be willing to give darling Euphadora a life worthy of her name in exchange for her hand in marriage to booster their own name, or even take her surname as their own, purely for the strong reputation it had once held. All that malarky with her parents and then death of her father was nothing to be put off by, after all, Parkinson had survived worse in its time, all families had.

Tag: Euphadora Rose Parkinson
Words: 588
Notes: <3