the devil's advocate

xiv. pathological liar

maverick anderson
had believed
pathological liers were cursed
he had told jessamine as much
           last time he had seen her
you always tell
the best lies

i can't help but wonder
he had insisted loathly
      with lies
      so angelic
how can you bare
          the painful truth?
          (she couldn't)

jessamine hadn't seen maverick
since that little argument over
the trust issues she developed
in that garden
               where
simon had made
a fire of wildflowers

                  (jessamine
                   didn't want to see him
                                             anyways)

but the devil's advocate
had her way with secrets
and whispers       (and lies)
soon she discovered maverick
   half-blood                 anderson
   witty eagle
   charming smile
   judgemental eyes
   a person of morals
                  (as unfortunate as that was)
    would be assigned to be prosecutor
    in lucius malfoy's trial
    when they decided to re-open
                                                      the case
                                                     officially

until then
back at jessamine's law firm
poisoned words filled the air
hexes and sanguinary threats
           after all
           devils and lawyers
                         barely get along

you, pathetic imbecile!
        (mud-blood, dirty blood)

you, senill bastard!
        (annoying little shit)         

jessamine threw a chair at him
lucius attempted to murder her
it did not matter who was right
    (she was)
but who was left standing
       who shouted louder
       who had no mercy
       who destroyed the world if only
                    to call themselves a devil
                                             (or a tyrant)

she insulted him
in latin

he cursed her
in french

it felt like                  
praying in the ruins
            of a cathedral

draco malfoy
walked into the office
holding two coffees
              (black, latte)
merlin's sake!
what's going on here?

the prayer continued
your father / the mud-blood
is insane

lucius didn't approve
jessamine's strategy
                      (the sicilian defense)
asking for hermione granger's help
it was insulting
pride degrading
and malfoys would never beg to
(a mud-blood) anyone

in his terrible dreams and memories
there was a chapel made of screams
    his only voice was a growl of grief
      and for that
it'd been better
to remain silent
                   in aqua vitae

        silver eyes
(the kind ones)
felt his hands shake
it was hard to breath
       1
            2
                 3
he couted as he breathed in and out
                                           (in and out)
closing his eyes and focusing on simple
everything was alright               thoughts
                       (be a man)
everything was alright
                       (be a man)
everything was alright
                       (be a man)
everything was alright

jessamine stopped screaming
opened a window
set the coffee cups down
looked at him in the eyes
                        liquid silver
              ruined innocence
             are you alright, malfoy?

yes (no)
but it was such an easy lie
far easier than the truth
        a honey flavored lie
maybe draco had started to become
                           a pathological liar too