Adequate
Title: Adequate
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Gabriel Mulciber
Rating: PG
Other: Used for the May 26th theme (he also had the power to crush her heart) for 30_hath.
When they had finished, he made no remark and did not linger. He had needed no more than this dispassionate passion. Let the girl have her own thoughts, let her cry if she wished. Gabriel preferred his own company. Pulling on a simple robe, he left the room without further remark upon the girl lying lonely in her new bed, covers pulled almost to her chin.
The house elf that her parents had sent along had already lit a fire. Gabriel curled his lip in irritation, but sat beside the fire regardless. There was no sense in wasted effort on his own part, even if he did hate the damned elves. Always getting in the way, and almost as irritating as certain of his colleagues. It was no matter, though. He would rid himself of the creature soon enough.
Her parents had insisted on precious little for the girl, jumping at the chance to a marriage of such money. They didn’t mind about much aside from inheritance, and he hadn’t cared for much save blood and progeny. His demands had been simple. The woman or girl must be pureblooded and must be able to bear children. Beyond that rested the assumptions-that she would obey unquestioningly, that she would raise the child, that she would keep out of his way-which followed such an arrangement.
This one was young, very healthy, very able, and almost certain to live long enough to raise children. Her blood was pure, a family removed from his own. So much the better, for the sake of genetics. His family had not thus far been forced toward inter-marriage, and he was ever aware and thankful of this; such breeding led only to a treacherous decline.
This one would be quiet. She hadn’t protested as much as may have been expected, no doubt resigned to her fate. She was young and fair enough to be a worry, yet had shown no inclination toward waywardness. She had said little, standing well for the marriage and performing appropriately afterward. Indeed, she was adequate for her purpose.
And then, suddenly, she stood before him, a single candle in her hand. She looked at him, and he stared at her, through her. When she leaned forward to brush a kiss against his cheek, Gabriel scarcely seemed to have noticed. Yet his eyes flickered briefly, the slightest registration of surprise. She blinked and then was gone, passing into the darkness with the slightest smile of recognition. He watched after the trail of the candle’s smoke, and for just a moment recognized something more than an object that he had acquired.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Gabriel Mulciber
Rating: PG
Other: Used for the May 26th theme (he also had the power to crush her heart) for 30_hath.
When they had finished, he made no remark and did not linger. He had needed no more than this dispassionate passion. Let the girl have her own thoughts, let her cry if she wished. Gabriel preferred his own company. Pulling on a simple robe, he left the room without further remark upon the girl lying lonely in her new bed, covers pulled almost to her chin.
The house elf that her parents had sent along had already lit a fire. Gabriel curled his lip in irritation, but sat beside the fire regardless. There was no sense in wasted effort on his own part, even if he did hate the damned elves. Always getting in the way, and almost as irritating as certain of his colleagues. It was no matter, though. He would rid himself of the creature soon enough.
Her parents had insisted on precious little for the girl, jumping at the chance to a marriage of such money. They didn’t mind about much aside from inheritance, and he hadn’t cared for much save blood and progeny. His demands had been simple. The woman or girl must be pureblooded and must be able to bear children. Beyond that rested the assumptions-that she would obey unquestioningly, that she would raise the child, that she would keep out of his way-which followed such an arrangement.
This one was young, very healthy, very able, and almost certain to live long enough to raise children. Her blood was pure, a family removed from his own. So much the better, for the sake of genetics. His family had not thus far been forced toward inter-marriage, and he was ever aware and thankful of this; such breeding led only to a treacherous decline.
This one would be quiet. She hadn’t protested as much as may have been expected, no doubt resigned to her fate. She was young and fair enough to be a worry, yet had shown no inclination toward waywardness. She had said little, standing well for the marriage and performing appropriately afterward. Indeed, she was adequate for her purpose.
And then, suddenly, she stood before him, a single candle in her hand. She looked at him, and he stared at her, through her. When she leaned forward to brush a kiss against his cheek, Gabriel scarcely seemed to have noticed. Yet his eyes flickered briefly, the slightest registration of surprise. She blinked and then was gone, passing into the darkness with the slightest smile of recognition. He watched after the trail of the candle’s smoke, and for just a moment recognized something more than an object that he had acquired.