Title: Line in the Shadow
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charlotteschaos
Characters: Theo/Draco, Theo/Terence
Rating: R for violence
Word Count: 500
Summary: Draco gives Theo a gift that he knows will cause difficulty between Terence and Theo.
Author's notes: Thanks tospifftastic for beta! This was inspired in part by reading threads from outside_leaky and the new Turin Brakes cd "Dark On Fire" more specifically, the song "Stalker" which is pretty awesome, but also pretty spooky and seemed to make for pretty brutal muses. Anyway, I'm blaming Turin Brakes for it, and a client at work taking too long to get back to me so I had time to write a cranky ficlet!
On the outside, looking in, Draco shivered from the chill wind. It was damp, but not cold. Inside of Theo's house looked warm, hot even. A fire glowed, backlighting the two fighting men-- Theodore Nott and Terence Higgs.
Theodore had been immaculately dressed until Terence had pounced on him the second he'd walked into the room. Draco recognized the look on Terence's face. He could smell Draco on Theo. He knew the two had spent the day together, knew that Draco's presence left echoes, reminders of his presence. Draco never truly left Theo's thoughts, and everyone knew it.
What Terence hadn't expected was the bulge under Theo's fine silk shirt, a small wriggling dragon, as alive as he was. Draco smiled with pride when it bit Terence through the shirt and regretted that he hadn't filled its fangs with venom.
A light mist began to roll down, matting Draco's fine hair to his cheeks as he watched the storm turn hurricane inside. Terence didn't like the dragon. He was shouting, face red, mouth spitting. Theo stood stoic, seething just beneath the surface. He shook his head at Terence's shouting, at his pleas to remove the nipple ring.
From outside, all Draco could really hear was the increased patter of the rain falling on the window he was staring into. He couldn't hear the denials, the screaming, the hysteria. He couldn't hear what Terence was about to say, couldn't read his mind to know what spell he intended to cast when he flourished his wand.
Calmly, Draco pulled his and purred, "Imperio." He worried momentarily that though Theo's wards recognized him and allowed him in this close, they might've prevented hostile magic, but as he watched Terence's face go from angry to blank, he knew he had him.
Terence was given to dramatic, emotional displays. Everyone knew that. He would cut himself open, hoping to be saved. Everyone knew that.
Draco gave Theo a quick glance before flicking his wand, feeding the incantation that Potter used to split him open into Terence. Snape was gone. No one would know how to fix him, even if they were so inclined.
Obediently, Terence turned his wand on himself and said, "Sectumsempra!"
It was a shame about Theo's shirt, Draco had always liked the cut of that one and now it was drenched in Terence's blood as the spell ripped him apart from bowel to jowl, creating a red flow up through his face. Draco took a step forward to admire it, watching the blue-red cords of Terence's entrails spill out over the marble floor.
Theo was pale as a ghost watching, but Draco's movement outside the window must've attracted his attention, because he looked up, out the window, wand drawn and ready to strike. His anger and fear melted into shock as he realized who was outside, and he stared.
Draco pressed his hand to Theo's window, feeling the warmth inside as the rain beat down on him, wind starting to whip through his cloak in punishment for his crime. Theo pressed his hand against the window on the other side, gazing at Draco in quiet admiration.
Blowing on the window in a steady stream of hot breath, Draco wrote backwards in the fog, "MINE."
Higher up, Theo blew on the window and wrote, "YOURS."
Author:
charlotteschaosCharacters: Theo/Draco, Theo/Terence
Rating: R for violence
Word Count: 500
Summary: Draco gives Theo a gift that he knows will cause difficulty between Terence and Theo.
Author's notes: Thanks to
spifftastic for beta! This was inspired in part by reading threads from outside_leaky and the new Turin Brakes cd "Dark On Fire" more specifically, the song "Stalker" which is pretty awesome, but also pretty spooky and seemed to make for pretty brutal muses. Anyway, I'm blaming Turin Brakes for it, and a client at work taking too long to get back to me so I had time to write a cranky ficlet!On the outside, looking in, Draco shivered from the chill wind. It was damp, but not cold. Inside of Theo's house looked warm, hot even. A fire glowed, backlighting the two fighting men-- Theodore Nott and Terence Higgs.
Theodore had been immaculately dressed until Terence had pounced on him the second he'd walked into the room. Draco recognized the look on Terence's face. He could smell Draco on Theo. He knew the two had spent the day together, knew that Draco's presence left echoes, reminders of his presence. Draco never truly left Theo's thoughts, and everyone knew it.
What Terence hadn't expected was the bulge under Theo's fine silk shirt, a small wriggling dragon, as alive as he was. Draco smiled with pride when it bit Terence through the shirt and regretted that he hadn't filled its fangs with venom.
A light mist began to roll down, matting Draco's fine hair to his cheeks as he watched the storm turn hurricane inside. Terence didn't like the dragon. He was shouting, face red, mouth spitting. Theo stood stoic, seething just beneath the surface. He shook his head at Terence's shouting, at his pleas to remove the nipple ring.
From outside, all Draco could really hear was the increased patter of the rain falling on the window he was staring into. He couldn't hear the denials, the screaming, the hysteria. He couldn't hear what Terence was about to say, couldn't read his mind to know what spell he intended to cast when he flourished his wand.
Calmly, Draco pulled his and purred, "Imperio." He worried momentarily that though Theo's wards recognized him and allowed him in this close, they might've prevented hostile magic, but as he watched Terence's face go from angry to blank, he knew he had him.
Terence was given to dramatic, emotional displays. Everyone knew that. He would cut himself open, hoping to be saved. Everyone knew that.
Draco gave Theo a quick glance before flicking his wand, feeding the incantation that Potter used to split him open into Terence. Snape was gone. No one would know how to fix him, even if they were so inclined.
Obediently, Terence turned his wand on himself and said, "Sectumsempra!"
It was a shame about Theo's shirt, Draco had always liked the cut of that one and now it was drenched in Terence's blood as the spell ripped him apart from bowel to jowl, creating a red flow up through his face. Draco took a step forward to admire it, watching the blue-red cords of Terence's entrails spill out over the marble floor.
Theo was pale as a ghost watching, but Draco's movement outside the window must've attracted his attention, because he looked up, out the window, wand drawn and ready to strike. His anger and fear melted into shock as he realized who was outside, and he stared.
Draco pressed his hand to Theo's window, feeling the warmth inside as the rain beat down on him, wind starting to whip through his cloak in punishment for his crime. Theo pressed his hand against the window on the other side, gazing at Draco in quiet admiration.
Blowing on the window in a steady stream of hot breath, Draco wrote backwards in the fog, "MINE."
Higher up, Theo blew on the window and wrote, "YOURS."