Something different I Severus/Lucius/Y/N

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Lucius entered his room with a singular focus, the weight of his intentions reflected in his meticulous preparations. He knew that appearances mattered, not just for vanity's sake but as part of the impression he wished to leave—a gesture of his commitment to change and mend things. Choosing an emerald suit, he dressed carefully, each movement deliberate. The rich colour complemented his features, and he hoped it would also catch my eye, serving as a symbol of renewal and growth.

Standing before the mirror, he adjusted his suit, smoothing down the fabric with steady hands. He scrutinized his reflection, seeking the image of the man he wanted to present to me. His gaze was critical, but as he straightened his collar, a sense of determination settled over him. He wanted to look perfect, not just outwardly, but as a reflection of the earnestness he felt inside.

After dressing, he uncorked a vial of sobering potion that Snape had discreetly handed him back at the bar. Drinking it down, he felt the haze of alcohol lift, clearing his mind for the conversation ahead. He needed clarity and composure to express his feelings genuinely and respond thoughtfully to whatever might come.

Lucius then turned his attention to his hair, gathering it back into a low ponytail secured with a simple black bow. This touch was not just about style but about portraying a version of himself that was polished and controlled, traits he hoped to bring forward in his renewed approach to our relationship.

With his appearance arranged to his satisfaction, Lucius took a deep breath, steadying his nerves. The bouquet of expensive roses, a mix of deep reds and soft pinks, had been delivered to his room by a hotel attendant. He picked it up, feeling the soft petals against his fingers, each one delicate yet vibrant, much like the emotions he carried to my door.

Walking down the hallway to my room, each step was measured. His mind rehearsed the words he wanted to say, the apologies he needed to make, and the promises he intended to keep. As he stood before my door, bouquet in hand, he paused for a moment to collect his thoughts. This was more than a gesture; it was an offering, a plea for forgiveness and a step towards something new.

Raising his hand to knock, Lucius's heart beat with a mix of fear and hope. The door between us was more than just physical—it was the barrier to understanding, to forgiveness, and potentially to a new beginning. With a deep breath, he tapped lightly, waiting for the door to open, ready to face whatever response awaited him.

As Lucius poured out his heart at my door, I remained hidden, leaning against the balcony railing, lost in thought as I gazed down at the bustling streets of Paris below. The distant murmur of the city provided a stark contrast to the intense, emotional pleas emanating from the other side of the door.

Suddenly, Lucius's tone shifted from pleading to one of resolve and excitement. "I have an idea!" he exclaimed, a spark of inspiration evident in his voice. He paused momentarily as if considering the feasibility of his sudden plan. "I'll prove it to you, I promise!" With these words, his voice carried a new determination, a fervour that hadn't been there before.In a burst of energy, Lucius placed the bouquet of roses gently in front of my door, a symbol of his commitment and affection. Without waiting another second, he turned and hurried down the hallway, his footsteps echoing with purpose.

From my balcony, lost in my own contemplations, I was startled by the sight of Lucius suddenly bursting out onto the street below. He looked up, spotting me on the balcony. Raising his voice to carry across the distance, he called out, "I'm going to prove it to you! Just watch!"His declaration caught the attention of passersby on the busy Parisian streets, turning heads as they watched the spectacle of a well-dressed man shouting upwards to a seemingly empty balcony. Some bystanders murmured and pointed, intrigued by the drama unfolding before them.