From the Stars to the Stars → Draco Malfoy

xlviii. Volans

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     Despite not believing in any higher power, Draco Malfoy somewhat wanted to believe in Fates.

     It just seemed easier to believe in fate, to believe that everything was controlled by the three Goddesses above, simply just so he could have something–or rather someone to blame whenever his life turned upside down.

     In every Myth he had read about the Fates it was all the same; they gave everyone a red string to represent one's life when they were born, threading it every second of every day to orchestrate the destiny of every living breathing being. They've seen the beginning of every beginning and end of every end, which in Draco's mind, it was no wonder they went mad, he would've too.

     The orchestrator of every chaos, yet at the same time the very same author of every delightful beginning.

      They were the master of birth and death; every living being as their servant.

      Draco was not sure when he started to feel like it, but from the day he learned about the red strings the Fates used to represent one's life, he was sure the Fates were using it as a noose around his neck.

      And lately, those three Goddesses had been tying it tighter than usual because most of the time, he could barely breathe.

     It felt like it was only a matter of time, the smallest movement was all they needed for them to finally snap because up until now, Draco did not think mercy for him would be an option from them.

      The moment he stepped out of The Arboretum, he almost swore the Fates almost did cut his red strings off, tightening their hold on the noose they put, when Elijah Mikaelson stepped beside him, clearing his throat before he let out the most serious question in the calmest tone that Draco had heard him talk.

      "Are you dating my niece, Malfoy?" Elijah asked, eyes staring at the long driveway pavement in front of the lobby, behind the huge fountain. The original vampire did not even feel the need to face the blond.

       Mirroring him by looking straight at the driveway, Draco could almost laugh at the question, he had expected the question, of course, he just didn't expect him to ask so late. Draco was sure the man would ask the moment he stepped foot in front of him, guess he couldn't predict the noble vampire standing next to him, after all.

     He wasn't sure how Elijah could barely know his own niece, yet, even the blond knew it was the man's own fault.

     "Orion Mikaelson doesn't date, Mr Mikaelson," was all that he needed to say to answer the question.

       A sharp and low scoff escaped the older man's lips. "Let me ask a better question then," Elijah said, Draco could almost hear a faint and cold chuckle from him. "Are you sleeping with my niece, Malfoy?"

       Still trying to keep his composure, Draco was sure he almost choked on his own spit when he heard the question. He knew, expected, Elijah to ask about what was going on between him and Orion, but that question, coming out of Elijah Mikaelson's mouth did not, for once, cross his mind.

      Putting both hands on the pocket of his trousers, Draco cleared his throat. "I believe that's not my place to say," the blond said, maintaining his tone as calm as Elijah was before he twisted his neck to the man next to him, who looked at him with a questioning look draped inside his eyes. "You don't want to know if I'm sleeping with her, you want to know if she's sleeping with me or not, whatever answer I'm going to give you won't be fair to her. If you want to know, ask her."

      Annoyed, yet an amused smirk lingered on his face when Elijah heard Draco's answer. The blond didn't waver even for a bit, and if he did, he certainly had a talent of hiding it from Elijah, and the original vampire could not decide whether he liked it or not.