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asgardmeridiem2014-03-03 10:57 pm
asgardmods) wrote in asgardmeridiem2014-03-03 10:57 pm
Entry tags:
- !intro mingle,
- alana bloom,
- barristan selmy,
- clementine,
- darcy lewis,
- dirk strider,
- ellie,
- evelyn carnahan,
- harry potter,
- jamie mccrimmon,
- jenny,
- leonard mccoy,
- lightning farron,
- lilly desange,
- merlin,
- narcissa malfoy,
- neville longbottom,
- nill,
- richard castle,
- riley abel,
- samantha grey,
- sansa stark,
- souji seta,
- stannis baratheon,
- tess,
- the eighth doctor,
- the eleventh doctor,
- the tenth doctor,
- tyki mikk,
- wichita,
- ygritte,
- yosuke hanamura
MARCH INTRO MINGLE
Who: Newbies and anyone who wishes to greet them!
What: Getting used to the city
When: Days 411 and forward.
Where: Anywhere in town!
Rating: PG-13 tops! If it gets worse, move to a private log please.
[Please include your location and the IC day (ex. Day 411 - this can be found in the schedule) in your top-level comment or your subject line when starting a thread! It can be any welcome hall, major attraction, or just out an about in any district. For newbies making a top-level thread, you may include your character's name/canon/house in your subject line if you'd like, to make housemates easy to find! :) If a God is needed or wanted, please ping the mods and depending on availability we might be able to throw them in where asked.
Also, keep an eye on the event schedule for February! If you're ICly introing during an event, make sure you take that into account. Thank you!
Have fun!]
What: Getting used to the city
When: Days 411 and forward.
Where: Anywhere in town!
Rating: PG-13 tops! If it gets worse, move to a private log please.
[Please include your location and the IC day (ex. Day 411 - this can be found in the schedule) in your top-level comment or your subject line when starting a thread! It can be any welcome hall, major attraction, or just out an about in any district. For newbies making a top-level thread, you may include your character's name/canon/house in your subject line if you'd like, to make housemates easy to find! :) If a God is needed or wanted, please ping the mods and depending on availability we might be able to throw them in where asked.
Also, keep an eye on the event schedule for February! If you're ICly introing during an event, make sure you take that into account. Thank you!
Have fun!]
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Her gaze follows where he points, and one elegantly arched eyebrow lifts in slight derision. The architecture really isn't to her taste.
"...one zero one." Room had better not mean dormitory. "This is demeaning."
She sighs, then gives him a smile that says she's only doing this because she has to.
"Shall we?"
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Compartmentalizing was still one of his greatest assets.
He doesn't think much of the building either, but he returns the same kind of smile. 'I'm so sorry. I'm trying to think of how to fix this.'
"Incredibly so." But he nods, guiding her up to the front door and into the welcome hall.
Freya's hall isn't any different than Baldr's when he first arrived. Same living room off of the entrance. Same large elaborate kitchen with appliances Draco still didn't know all about. Same laundry room tucked away into a back corner that, ridiculously enough, was to be shared among every resident. It's such a short amount of time to get to the assigned room and he pauses, reaching for the doorknob to open the door.
It's...exactly a dormitory. It's about then that Draco's debating if he would like to melt into the floor or go snarl at the gods some more. This is such a disgrace, this is not something anyone would want to be welcomed with immediately after such a time as Narcissa's.
"...it's awful, isn't it?"
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Their smiles match, and even in the face of this utter sham of a city, that warms her heart.
The lodgings do no such thing.
"...it's--"
She pokes her head into the room, frowning, then steps back out into the hall, gazing along the wall between doors. Then her head pokes back into the room, and her lips form the sort of line that says she's really, really not impressed.
"Is that door the bathroom?"
Another step back into the hall once more, gauging distances, before she steps into the room and lifts her chin, glaring down her nose at the offending internal door.
"Draco, darling, am I correct in surmising that I am to share that bathroom?"
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"…you are correct, yes." He steps into the room after her, glancing at the walls. It has been some time since he's been in one of the rooms in the welcome houses but he knows this simply isn't going to work.
"For as powerful as these gods so claim to be, they can't even afford us the most simple of luxuries."
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And though she wants desperately to rant and rave about how severely lacking these accommodations are, the fact is that they are clean and tidy, and she also has no desire to send her son back to his bed later with the memory of his mother's temper ringing in his ears.
With no magic, beggars can't be choosers.
Narcissa takes several deep breaths through her nose as she forces her temper down, with only one very tiny wince when her lungs expand just a little too far, then turns a tight smile on her beloved child.
"They have afforded me you. I can't ask for more than that."
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But he's hyper-aware of her every movement including that wince and he's already running through a list of healers in the city he trusts. Maybe Kaworu? But he subtly pulls out a chair and expectantly waits for her to sit.
"I wish these weren't the circumstances." Which is true, especially given what Asgard is, especially given his last discussion with Severus. "Nevertheless I…I'm happy you're here." Which is weird to say, of course. No one should be happy to see one's parent in a war, but damnit, he's missed her and everyone who judges him for it can bugger off.
"…you risked everything," he continues, searching her eyes closely. It's not so much that it's a surprise, it's just the fact that it's overwhelming still even though the knowledge has been with him for months now. "How? How did you…?" 'How did you lie? How did you defeat him?'
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"I wish much the same, darling boy, but as there's apparently not a thing we can do about it with no magic, it behooves us to simply... make do."
A surreptitious stretch of her ankle relieves some tension in her calf, but Narcissa pauses her movements when Draco's eyes meet hers. She knows what he's going to ask before the words so much as form in the back of his throat, and she wonders who's told him - which version of events he's been given. Narcissa suspects Harry Potter, if only because she knows for an absolute fact that he's here, and from a point where he knows what she did for him.
Elegant hands, still smudged with dirt from the Forbidden Forest, reach for her son's, and she collects her thoughts in preparation for her response. He's obviously known this for some time, but her actions are very, very fresh for her, taking place mere hours ago. Narcissa needs to be careful of what she says, so her son understands why she did what she did.
"The Dark Lord is but a man, and a proud one," she begins, "and proud men have two grave faults they cannot see past. They repeat their mistakes, and they underestimate women who keep to the background."
Her fingers tighten a fraction.
"Voldemort may have held my safety over your head to gain your compliance, but in doing so, he forgot the he also held yours over mine. I am your mother, and I absolutely will not stand for that."
Her smile is tight, but in an effort to remain calm. Throwing her arms around her precious child and sobbing her relief at his safety into his hair is unseemly no matter the location, and he deserves the answers he seeks more than an hysterical parent.
"His lack of compassion and understanding of any sort of maternal instinct blinded him to the fact that I no longer gave two figs for his pathetic battle with a boy younger than you over a prophecy nobody has actually heard in full," she goes on, her voice dripping with disdain. Divination was utter rubbish; everything is open to interpretation, and if what she'd heard was true, this whole thing could just as easily have been over the Longbottom boy. "His glee over the death of Potter was abhorrent. He's a child; no one should rejoice in that... and he chose to humiliate your father even further by sending me to check on the boy."
Her throat moves as she swallows, her words earnest and her tone low and convincing. She doesn't tell him that the Dark Lord 'sent' her by throwing a hex at her while she was unarmed. Narcissa shouldn't even have been in that army, but she told no one other than Lucius that she'd given her son her wand, and to decline the invitation was to court death at best.
"He lived - I don't know how, I don't care how - but he did, and when he told me you were still alive, I knew - I knew it was the only possible way to get into the school - to get to you."
Her eyes are bright with tears.
"Voldemort is a proud man. He'd have to gloat, he'd have to have a show. If I'd said Potter lived, there'd have been another battle right then and there, and frankly, I think we'd have lost. The Aurors would have overrun us. So, I lied."
She shrugs.
"I needed to get to you, to get you to safety, and he needed to hear that a child was dead for me to do that - and he had no reason to think I would lie to him. Why would I, in disgrace as we were, and with my own sister at his right hand? I was nothing to him, and had every reason to claw my way back into his good graces. He underestimated me and the love I have for you, and I hope to Merlin and god both that boy kills him when we get to the castle."
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But the longer Narcissa spoke, the tighter his grip on her hands became and he eventually shut his eyes so he could solely focus on what she was saying.
Unconditional love was something he was familiar with, yes, but to see it so prominently displayed and even beginning to imagine what Voldemort would have done to Narcissa if he found out she lied was deeply unsettling. In that moment something flares up in his chest, a raw sort of anger at his father for putting them all in this mess in the first place but he wrestles it back down.
"It was always love that was meant to destroy him, wasn't it?" He was familiar enough with the tale of Harry Potter, and over time away from the outside influences of his family he'd slowly put together all of the pieces. Arrogance always fell to love. It was the same with his family, after all. Proud though Lucius may be, he always bowed to Narcissa and gave in out of love for her. Why wouldn't the same thing apply on a different scale?
"…and it was always Father he seemed to destroy," he mused aloud, almost as an afterthought. He brushes that thought aside as he opens his eyes again. Funny, that is.
He knows he's not receiving all of the details and he knows better than to ask. That would come at a later time.
"We were all completely irrelevant to him. I realize that now, but Mother--" he stops short then.
'I hope to Merlin and god both that boy kills him when we get to the castle.'
She doesn't know. She doesn't know, and he does, and because it's Narcissa he can't even begin to hide the fact that he knows the precise outcome of everything. He no longer worries about alternate timelines or how things may change when he returns, but he now has to worry about how the world will view his mother for betraying the Dark Lord. He saw the effects that came from his father falling out of favor, and even if all of the Death Eaters are dead or in Azkaban--
--and again, his thought process stops short. He lets go of her hands then, simply staring at her for a moment before closing the gap and forcing his way into a hug. It doesn't occur to him that this is entirely inappropriate, not to mention probably uncomfortable physically for both of them, but there are too many things that are still uncertain factors.
'Never mind.'
"Okay," he mumbles into her shoulder, also knowing better than to obscure his speech in such a way. Reassurance first, more questions later.
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Oh, she'd questioned things, even as a teen and into her early twenties, but by the time Lucius was wooing her properly, her own pride got in the way of common sense for a few years. Draco knocked it back into her, born in the middle of a war as he was, and by then she was well and truly stuck. She made the best of it, because there was simply nothing else to be done.
"Yes, darli--" It's less a hug than him throwing himself into her arms, the way he hasn't done since he was a tiny little boy. The force of it shocks her, and she clings to him just as tightly, not even thinking of berating him for hiding his words in her shoulder. Her cloak is less than clean, but Narcissa suspects he doesn't care, and her arms won't release him any time soon as it is.
"Oh, my darling boy," she murmurs, holding her son tight and breathing him in. He'll tell her later, she's sure.
As for knowing... Potter mentioned only that it was over. He didn't say how, or when - Narcissa knows only that he knows what she did, and that 'things are different'. He didn't elaborate.
Right now, she doesn't care, and if Draco's hair becomes slightly damp with her tears, well. Too bad.