"The Dark Lord has been screaming. He has been quiet. His eyes are red are red are red. So red. The Dark Lord brings one finger to Draco's skin, drawing it against his cheek. Foul breath almost sweet. Think not of "I" or of "he," but of chasm, of wisp, of empty. Of empty. Just think of empty. There is no one here but The Dark Lord and the chasm." -some drarry. ANGST.