❝What is that song you
sing for the dead?❞
Born a sinner, Lucien Aliester King can talk to the dead. With the reappearance of Death Eaters and the approaching start of another wizarding war, Lucien is torn between venturing i...
9| CHAPTER NINE to be forgotten and not to be reminded
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LOOKING AT HIS ARM, LUCIEN DIDN'T UNDERSTAND HOW HE WASN'T HAVING A BREAKDOWN; butif he did, it'd mark the fourth one that week. The black veins now covered his right arm completely, growing into his neck.
He had been greeted by this little surprise ( did he mention he hated surprises? ) when he woke up that day and went to take a shower. He stood in front of the mirror, water drops tracing his wet curls until they fell onto the ground.
By the look of it, the dark veins were going to spread into his face in a matter of two weeks. He was running out of time, people were going to start to notice. On the bright side, he was finally going to be able to match Snape's all-black aesthetic.
Cool.
Luckily autumn at Hogwarts has always been cold, so nobody had found it odd that the infamous King boy never wore something that revealed his arms. Switching between his limited options, and a few new pieces of clothing that Draco let him borrow, he managed.
Changing outfits was a little hard though. In the past years, Draco and he never really cared if the other was in the room when changing. Now he had to usher Draco out or wait until he was asleep to wear his PJs. Draco still didn't mind if Lucien was here or not, revealing his abs on a daily basis as he walked around the room.
Not that Lucien was complaining.
Lucien, wearing only light brown pants and his bare chest exposed, rifled through a pile of clothes and he picked his blue & grey sweater. Reserved for bad days, like this one. Aunt Ramona had bought him this for his birthday last year, and it had quickly become his comfort outfit.
It was baggy and soft, and Draco had told him he looked great in it. So, yes, the sweater was great. His Lucky charm ( Dodie and her damned puns have poisoned him and ruined his sense of humour), if one could say.
Not dwelling on Dodie and how he couldn't see her anymore, Lucien started looking for a matching pair of socks. When he found light blue ones, he beamed in victory.
The door to his room opened suddenly, Lucien's head snapping in the direction, and Zabini marched in. Lucien quickly tried to put his sweater on, but his blackened arm was still out in the open when Blaise took a glance at him.
