#em o

ghost town 

        somehow. . .  he has not RUINED his son.  lucius looks up from his whiskey, a sullen look on his pointed features.  time has passed since the dark lord’s defeat, and he is CHANGED.  draco has also changed, yet it seems for the better.  oh, merlin.  if he could do ANYTHING right in this world, let it be his son.  “draco,”  he says, smiling, but it hardly reaches his tired eyes.  “do not pity me, my boy.  i made my bed, as they say.  now i must lie in it.”  he reaches to gently touch his son’s cheek.  abraxas never touched him so KINDLY.  “in time, perhaps, our wounds will heal.  you will make something GREAT of this world.  of course you will.  and i hope you are not hindered by my failures.”

EMO! y un saludo para los antiEMOS! .l. en 3D *-*