The heir to the Malfoy throne, only son of Abaraxas and Livia, beautiful, sinful Adonis of Witch Weekly....
Suffered from insomnia on his pillows this night.
Tossing his golden mane across the expanse of his four large, fluffy pillows, he stared at the canopy of his bed, green curtains mocking him with light, drifting movements, and he snarled.
Lucius did not take kindly to this, nor did he to the sticky clinginess of his clothing. Tugging at the night shirt he kicked the expensive sheets form hismelf and played on the mattress growling lowly. Why tonight?
Tomorrow he had a Ministry exam, one to test whether he would get in the Department his father....and his new "Lord" had the highest hopes of him to enter. Of course the masterful blond would get it, if he was truly a Malfoy he wouldn't settle for less than total victory, but it tended to occur that having sleep helped one on these exams, or so he'd heard.
Tossing again Lucius huffed, trying to close his eyes against his restlessness, to no avail it seemed.
Something "thunking" caught his ear and he looked up, unable to see past his curtains and let his head fall desparately, he was probably jsut imagining it, he'd read that insomina had side effects like that...
Still it had sounded...no...best left alone...
Lucius feigned sleep once more.
Current Mood:
horny
Current Music: So Like A Rose~Garbage