The demons inside of me; Draco

[draco]

draco

hitch a ride on my violence

Mmm, I don’t like that, Draco thinks as he peers down at his freshly discovered half-sibling. He knows her to be a half-sibling because his parents . . . Well, he will not go down that winding and uphill trail of disaster.

Back to the sister, he thinks, blinking away what is left of his shock.

“Hmm,” he says with a coy tilt of his head. “Sarcasm and a lack of tact—I’m sure you find plenty of lovely conversation around these parts.” A cruel smirk turns one side of his mouth.

Draco takes a moment to process Felicitey’s thoughts before answering. The words handsome and intimidating make the most impact on him; so, he settles a sort of pleased gaze upon her and her strange sight-sharing eye. The pleasure is diluted by the slightest bit of curiosity over the eight ball in her socket, but for the most part he does not give away the sharp way her observes her.

“Draco,” is his simple response to her retort. Draco opts to not reveal what he thinks he knows and asks about her eye instead.

“Whatcha got going on in that eye?”

@[Felicitey]