lady_moon | OOM: Draco at the castle

OOM: Draco at the castle

They step from Milliways onto the sand outside the castle. It's very white. Snow-white. And just as fine and powdery. The ocean laps at the stone walls of the very large building in front of them, and it's unusual because the water isn't blue.

And the sky isn't, either.

Since dawn has just recently broken, the sky is tinged a cool pinkish lavender as the red-orange sun rises. It shines on an ocean the colour of jade, with white foam kissing the waves. Moon smiles at Draco.

"We're the only ones who live on this plane," she explains. "Nothing changes here unless we want it to." Moon points to the battlements of the castle. "I still don't understand why they insisted on battlements. Battlements are for battle and there's no one to battle here."

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Draco blinked, "I am being courteous, of course."

He added as his grey eyes stared back into her blue, "Considering what he's done before, and threatened to do, be foolish not to be."

Moon sits down at the table.

"Careful. Ruin is Sorrow's father." She's trying to look serious about this, but fails miserably.

"Father doesn't call me daughter, so it doesn't much matter."

Sorrow continues to smile.

"I'm still surprised you actually asked Moon for help." Sorrow takes Draco's hand and drags him out to the balcony that juts out over the oceans, leaving them alone together.

"Oh, well then you'd already know. And I thought it was the only way." Draco simply remarked, but then allowed himself be taken out to the balcony.

He fell silent as he watched the view for a moment. Thinking of some things.

She hops onto the railing, her hair caught up by the salty wind, and watches Draco.

"It probably was," she assures him. "When Father gets it into his head he wants something, he doesn't let up. Not unless someone makes him."

Draco nodded, "He wanted to break us, especially Miniver."

He added, "He also said he knew me. Knew my family. For a while, I thought I was his more than Moon's."

"The thing about ruin is that you pass through it. It's never something you dwell in. But magic... magic and insanity tend to linger in people."

She flips her hair out of her face and smiles at him.

"Some of us are meant to keep you company only for a short time. Others... others are there for the long haul. Can you guess which one I'm meant for?"

Draco paused at that. He was born with magic, so that went without saying. But insanity... reminded him of dark times last year, when his own mind had shattered. It took a long time to put it back together, and sometimes he still wasn't sure if all the pieces were back in place again.

He thought for a moment, "...Probably about to say the latter one, right?"

"Very good. No one is meant to remain in my realm anymore than in Ruin's."

Sorrow looks out over the ocean.

"You're stuck with Moon. Your head is still all cracked in places. Don't think you'll ever fix it enough. You also have magic. She's very good with magic. Me, though. You've been with me a while now, haven't you?"

Now her blue eyes turn back to him.

"Sorrow and Moon and Ruin and Misery. Why don't you have any of the happier cards with you?"

Draco glanced over at her sharply, and mentally checked himself. The Occulumency training. That should be back to where it was before.

He then turned to study the sea some more, the wind gently lifting his pale blond strands back. "I suppose I have, and I don't know. Maybe because anything happy seems like an illusion."

"Maybe you make them illusions."

The card leans back on the railing, swinging her legs.

"Moon says you don't feel anything. But you and I know that isn't true. You feel. You just feel all the wrong things. Everything negative. Anger and hatred and vengeance and arrogance and sadness and cold." Sorrow shakes her head. "It's not healthy."

Draco sighed, "I don't know any other way. I thought I felt otherwise, I want to say it's otherwise. Especially now... I can't comfort anyway, I try to be sympathetic, but it never comes out right."

He added, as he leaned against the railing, watching the green waves, "I find it fun to point out someone's faults, and it's so easy how obvious they make them sometimes. Like they're asking to be mocked."

"They aren't, though."

Sorrow folds her hands in her lap.

"What about when someone mocks your faults?"

"That's different."

"Why?"

She turns on the railing so she can face him properly.

"Why is it different when it's you?"

"Because I don't like it." Mostly because it pointed out how imperfect he was as well. And that he was wrong. Chips into his superiority complex.

Sorrow frowns at him slightly. "Neither do they."

She's unsure of Draco. Sorrow isn't certain if he even wants to change how he is, even if her sister seemed very certain.

"Moon says she brought you here so you could maybe become something else. Something not so bitchy and biting and cruel."

He does, but the old saying about old habits.

Draco frowned, "I do. If I even can. I don't know. I was right in telling Moon that I'm not even sure who I am anymore. If I ever knew that was."

"Maybe you never had the chance to know. Parents can do that... change their children. I was born part card, part human, but Papa... he knew. I was Sorrow very soon after my seventeenth birthday."

Sorrow reaches out and takes one of Draco's hands between hers.

"But we can become more that what our parents designed. More than sorrow... more than cruelty."

He sadly agreed, accepting the contact, "If I did, I don't remember. I always looked up to Father. I love and hate him for it. That and for leaving me. Letting himself be killed for my sake." Lucius was his guide, always using his name as a threat, seeking his attention any way he could. Proving his worth as his son. Putting his own skills of observation, of understanding psychology, and mimicry to work. Making himself into a perfect cypher.

"The question that begs to be answered, though, is where is Draco if Draco only pretends to be Lucius?"

Her thumb rubs the inside of his wrist gently.

It's contact.

Contact makes things more personal.

He stiffened at that, but the contact helped actually. Relaxing him again. At least he can feel that much.

"I don't know. I told you, I can't remember. I've always been like this."

"You can't have always been this way. There was a time, before Lucius began moulding you, that you were Draco. The only son of Narcissa and Lucius. A boy. Before magic. Before intrigue. Before it all."

Parents only begin on moulding their children when the children can be shaped properly.

Sorrow is certain, somewhere in a childhood long forgotten, is a stunted and forgotten child who cries for someone to come save him.

Draco blinked, "But there's always been magic. I was born and raised with it. I was the heir, it's always been so." He then held up the Malfoy Family crest ring on his hand. "It's why I have this now. They loved and raised me."

"That isn't what's important. Yes, it is important, because love given as children is the love we give as adults."

Which might be the problem.

Sorrow looks at the ring.

"When you have a son, do you want him to be a viper as you are?"

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