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we’re phantoms in fifteen ✖ gerhard freidl as lucius malfoy [entj]

lazy, long, and languorous, with the stench of cuban cigars steeped into his milk-white skin, he reclines. long white fingers play on velvet tassels, run through the white-blond strands. aquiline, avian, arrogant, ardent – an assiduous alloy of aristocratic artistry. alliterative, naturellement. white lips stained bitter plum from expensive merlots swallowed by a hungry tongue and a mouth more eager for words than food. he would call himself hawk, perhaps – but hubristic, lavish plumage betrays him, the ring of metallic coins ever more seductive than that meager, intangible thing some call life.