1. It'd be a romantic, consensual abduction. 2. I'm going to die. First I'm going to throw up. But then I'm going to die. 3. Just had ice cream and a blow job come together in one glorious, defining moment. 4. I was talking to some girls while you were falling off your bar stool into the person next to you.
oh, well. his mouth is too busy right now to respond. honestly, he's not even paying attention to what happened to potter anymore. his left hand does lift to cradle one of her breasts though as he takes another bite of the confection. ]
Mm? [ that's all she's getting, but at least his eyes flickers up to meet hers. ]
[ she's scowling but there's no real fire to it, and doubly so for the way she's curved up a bit closer to his hand. and, you know, his mouth. encouragingly? what's that? ]
Don't you mm at me so innocently. You know exactly what.
[ her fingers are still lost in his hair, nails scraping down over the back of his skull to graze across the nape of his neck. important conversations. ]
[ it's more a hum than anything, as though she's contemplating how to answer. ]
You take the smallest provocation as an excuse to handle me however you please.
[ still, by now she's lifted both hands, idly rubbing at his head - his temples - if he's going to be such a baby about this headache. also lily, you literally stuck candy between your breasts. ]
Am I to be here a while? I can make myself comfortable, if so.
[ not that he's stopping. he's still lightly massaging her nipple until he feels it perk up. plus, his gaze have already drifted back down to the bar. he doesn't lean down to take another bite of it though. instead, he closes his eyes to enjoy the sensation of her touch as her fingers works his temples. ]
You're going to be here for a while. [ it's breathed out and he's sinking back down to place a soft kiss on the curve of her breast where it peeks out from beneath the thin layer of her shirt. ] Long while.
[ she's not going to stop massaging his scalp even as she breathes out a sigh that's most certainly not put out in response to the attention he's giving her breast (if not her mock-complaints). she does tip her head back into the cushions slightly though, shifting beneath him to a position that's slightly more comfortable for the long term.
when the kiss makes her smile and murmur his name in encouragement, well, can she really be blamed? eventually one hand does move, dragging her nails down the back of his head again and all the way down to the space between his shoulder blades. ]
They’re not supposed to be here, deep in the forest, unsupervised. It starts out a joke, turns a dare, and then manifests into a reality. A group of five, all Slytherins in their final year – they should know better – with three boys and two girls. They’re traipsing through desolate woodland with only the early morning light to guide them through the dark, murky path. It’s late February, brisk and cold, yet it’s beginning to warm with the telltale sign of the frosts on branches and leaves slowly melting away into tiny droplets of water.
Rodolphus twirls one of the girls around, a pretty blonde with bright blue eyes and a mischievous smile. He has a smile of his own to match hers, deceptively warm and light-hearted. Fond, even. A lit cigarette hangs lopsided at the corner of his lips as he watches her dance and let out another joyous laughter. They’re having fun.
One of the other boys, a brunet with green eyes, have taken ahold of her hand now, pulling her towards him. She shoves him away, sticking her tongue out at him.
Rodolphus' attention shifts to the other girl and his smile grows as he casually loops an arm around her shoulders. It’s natural, easy, comfortable – almost as if it’s a common occurrence between the two. They’re close knit. It’s evident.
He dips down to whisper next to her ear. ] I bet you’re a better dancer, Bella. [ It’s said harmlessly, yet the intent behind it is clear. He straightens his posture as his gaze returns to the blonde. She looks displeased by their proximity, but she doesn’t speak a word. She doesn’t dare. Instead, she directs an inquiry towards the shortest of the males, a blond with light brown eyes, who has been quiet the entire way.
“Where are all the beasts you've warned us of? Why, we’ve been here for nearly an hour and I have yet to see a single formidable creature!”
Her question is answered with a noncommittal shrug, yet the boy seems unsettled. He hadn’t wanted to come, but he couldn’t back down. Not without risk of losing his pride.
Rodolphus watches the exchange between the two with mild amusement as he takes a steady drag of his cigarette. ] If you wanted to see a formidable creature, look no further, [ he states with a wide sweep of his arm towards the brunette beside him. ] We have our very own right here.
[ Permission is not something Bellatrix has ever sought. Not from her mother, a woman unable to understand or tame her daughter's free spirit and rebellious ways; not from a father too busy with work, a man who doted on his daughter and sheltered her from consequence, imprinting upon her the fact that the world is hers for the taking, and those lesser than the Blacks should kneel; and certainly not from her sisters, to whom she is the eldest, and by default, the wisest. Permission is a cage, one constructed by those who believe they're in control. It's meant to batter and bruise a person into submission, to rip one's autonomy to shreds, so that they're reduced to nothing more than mewling, pitiful creatures.
Not Bellatrix. She'd stepped out of the castle willingly, goading the others into following when the idea settled in her mind and belly like a warm friend. It's pretty, this time of day and year. Cold and frosty, but pretty. Sharp eyes follow everything in the wee morning hours, gaze sweeping over thawing branches as she listens to the crunch of frozen bits of ground under their footsteps. The longer they linger outside, the rosier her cheeks grow. The woods are uninhabited, natural in a way that the school grounds never are. It's free out here.
Well, it's free enough; the laughter detracts from some of the effect, drawing her focus from the branches up above and down to those before her. Long blonde hair lifts and spins under Rodolphus' ministrations, a pretty blur that soon fades out when the girl is tugged away.
Soon, there's an arm draped over her shoulders and warm breath grazing her ear. She might've shivered. Might've been tempted to lean into that body, but Bella refrains. They've an audience, after all. ] Betting against me would be a poor choice. [ She murmurs, tilting her head to regard him, a lazy smile gracing her lips. She reaches up as he pulls back to pluck the cigarette from between his lips and takes a long drag. Long enough to make her lungs burn and scream, before the smoke is blown in a steady stream from between her lips.
The three they're with stare at her long and hard after that declaration and dramatic sweep of the arm. Really, Rodolphus, she's a lady, not a creature. Nevertheless, her expression remains neutral, the retort swallowed as she draws the cigarette back up to reddened lips.
"Yes, she's terrifying," the blonde huffs, turning to the other two boys. "We were hoping for something a little less familiar, seeing as Bellatrix lives with us." ]
Shall we make a ruckus then? [ she finally asks, when their murmurs of disgruntlement carry on for far longer than necessary. ] You want your creatures. Your horrendous monsters you've read all about in class. [ Bella props her stolen cigarette between her lips and draws her wand. The others are quiet, not quiet ready to invite trouble as their words would suggest.
So the witch turns her attention back to her companion, grey eyes near sparkling as she steps closer to Rodolphus, lightly dragging the tip of her wand along the soft underside of his jaw, stopping when she reaches the tip of his chin. Her words are soft, near intimate, as if she were speaking to a lover. ] You'll call for them with me, won't you?
[ Lily's been preparing for this for two years now. Or, well, two years since hearing about horcruxes being what's keeping her from her goal. She has the cat's namesake to thank for that and she appreciates it every day. She and Rodolphus have been married for three years and it's been a comfortable partnership despite everything: the Dark Lord is glad to have her "on his side" and thus she's an approved match for Mssr. Lestrange despite her blood status and the fact that people are terrified both of the Dark Lord and of Rodolphus himself means that generally she gets left alone.
See, what Tom Riddle thinks is that having Lily so close defangs her and keeps her under his command but really it just means that she can quietly machinate what she really wants without being questioned or bothered. She's impossible to read at any given time, her mind locked down like a steel trap, and that suits her best. So she's spent her time quietly finding and destroying horcruxes. There seem to be five total and she works slowly enough to not raise suspicion. Fiendfyre is a horrifying and difficult to control spell but it bends to her will, destroying only that which she wants.
She's done now, has been for over a month. There have just been no opportunities to follow through until now. A personal visit on good terms is nearly unheard of but it seems they're particular favorites. That's fine because it gives her a time and place to do what needs doing. It still unsettles her immensely and she's been pensive the past week, thoughtful and tense around Rodolphus though she acts naturally elsewhere. She loves Rodolphus, has since before they married even though she knows he's not capable of returning the sentiment, not really. He does in his own way of course, but that way is something indescribable.
Lily doesn't blame him but it hurts at times: he's good at pretending and most people don't notice but there's something just a little bit off about it, a little performative, that sticks in the back of Lily's mind and keeps her from truly enjoying the fact that she has such a steadfast husband that's protective and, well, affectionate. They both know what the problem is but there's little to be done for it but to keep trying, to keep working at something that will probably never actually come to fruition. She's tried to explain to him how things feel more than once but it doesn't really take. It's frustrating and she's sequestered herself off for quiet exasperated (and yes, upset) tears more times than she'd care to admit.
What all of this means in simple terms is that she's not sure how he's going to react to her proposal. He's equal parts protective and possessive and this is a huge thing to ask. She doesn't have much time to sort through it all though because she has tonight or she loses her chance, perhaps for good. She's settled in one of the drawing rooms with Regulus-the-cat in her lap headbutting her hands as she pets him. She knows Rodolphus will trail in to find her eventually. When he does she shifts where she sits, not looking at him quite yet as she speaks. She knows it's him though from the weight of his feet, the sound of his steps. ] I'm going to kill him. [ She scratches Regulus between the ears. ] Tonight.
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2. I'm going to die. First I'm going to throw up. But then I'm going to die.
3. Just had ice cream and a blow job come together in one glorious, defining moment.
4. I was talking to some girls while you were falling off your bar stool into the person next to you.
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[ is it?
oh, well. his mouth is too busy right now to respond. honestly, he's not even paying attention to what happened to potter anymore. his left hand does lift to cradle one of her breasts though as he takes another bite of the confection. ]
Mm? [ that's all she's getting, but at least his eyes flickers up to meet hers. ]
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Don't you mm at me so innocently. You know exactly what.
[ her fingers are still lost in his hair, nails scraping down over the back of his skull to graze across the nape of his neck. important conversations. ]
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he's only eating the candy you gave to him. he has committed no wrong.
licking his lips, he brushes his thumb over the fabric of her shirt, feeling the soft bud beneath. he sounds almost thoughtful as he answers her. ]
You're going to have to clarify. My head is pounding, you see. It's quite difficult to interpret what you mean at the moment.
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[ it's more a hum than anything, as though she's contemplating how to answer. ]
You take the smallest provocation as an excuse to handle me however you please.
[ still, by now she's lifted both hands, idly rubbing at his head - his temples - if he's going to be such a baby about this headache. also lily, you literally stuck candy between your breasts. ]
Am I to be here a while? I can make myself comfortable, if so.
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[ not that he's stopping. he's still lightly massaging her nipple until he feels it perk up. plus, his gaze have already drifted back down to the bar. he doesn't lean down to take another bite of it though. instead, he closes his eyes to enjoy the sensation of her touch as her fingers works his temples. ]
You're going to be here for a while. [ it's breathed out and he's sinking back down to place a soft kiss on the curve of her breast where it peeks out from beneath the thin layer of her shirt. ] Long while.
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[ she's not going to stop massaging his scalp even as she breathes out a sigh that's most certainly not put out in response to the attention he's giving her breast (if not her mock-complaints). she does tip her head back into the cushions slightly though, shifting beneath him to a position that's slightly more comfortable for the long term.
when the kiss makes her smile and murmur his name in encouragement, well, can she really be blamed? eventually one hand does move, dragging her nails down the back of his head again and all the way down to the space between his shoulder blades. ]
I don't have anywhere else to be.
@purelyblack
Business. [ aka DE shit ]
You would have to interest me enough first, which you do not.
[ welcome to the part where he doesn't get how not giving her undivided attention would be anything but her own fault ]
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They’re not supposed to be here, deep in the forest, unsupervised. It starts out a joke, turns a dare, and then manifests into a reality. A group of five, all Slytherins in their final year – they should know better – with three boys and two girls. They’re traipsing through desolate woodland with only the early morning light to guide them through the dark, murky path. It’s late February, brisk and cold, yet it’s beginning to warm with the telltale sign of the frosts on branches and leaves slowly melting away into tiny droplets of water.
Rodolphus twirls one of the girls around, a pretty blonde with bright blue eyes and a mischievous smile. He has a smile of his own to match hers, deceptively warm and light-hearted. Fond, even. A lit cigarette hangs lopsided at the corner of his lips as he watches her dance and let out another joyous laughter. They’re having fun.
One of the other boys, a brunet with green eyes, have taken ahold of her hand now, pulling her towards him. She shoves him away, sticking her tongue out at him.
Rodolphus' attention shifts to the other girl and his smile grows as he casually loops an arm around her shoulders. It’s natural, easy, comfortable – almost as if it’s a common occurrence between the two. They’re close knit. It’s evident.
He dips down to whisper next to her ear. ] I bet you’re a better dancer, Bella. [ It’s said harmlessly, yet the intent behind it is clear. He straightens his posture as his gaze returns to the blonde. She looks displeased by their proximity, but she doesn’t speak a word. She doesn’t dare. Instead, she directs an inquiry towards the shortest of the males, a blond with light brown eyes, who has been quiet the entire way.
“Where are all the beasts you've warned us of? Why, we’ve been here for nearly an hour and I have yet to see a single formidable creature!”
Her question is answered with a noncommittal shrug, yet the boy seems unsettled. He hadn’t wanted to come, but he couldn’t back down. Not without risk of losing his pride.
Rodolphus watches the exchange between the two with mild amusement as he takes a steady drag of his cigarette. ] If you wanted to see a formidable creature, look no further, [ he states with a wide sweep of his arm towards the brunette beside him. ] We have our very own right here.
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Not Bellatrix. She'd stepped out of the castle willingly, goading the others into following when the idea settled in her mind and belly like a warm friend. It's pretty, this time of day and year. Cold and frosty, but pretty. Sharp eyes follow everything in the wee morning hours, gaze sweeping over thawing branches as she listens to the crunch of frozen bits of ground under their footsteps. The longer they linger outside, the rosier her cheeks grow. The woods are uninhabited, natural in a way that the school grounds never are. It's free out here.
Well, it's free enough; the laughter detracts from some of the effect, drawing her focus from the branches up above and down to those before her. Long blonde hair lifts and spins under Rodolphus' ministrations, a pretty blur that soon fades out when the girl is tugged away.
Soon, there's an arm draped over her shoulders and warm breath grazing her ear. She might've shivered. Might've been tempted to lean into that body, but Bella refrains. They've an audience, after all. ] Betting against me would be a poor choice. [ She murmurs, tilting her head to regard him, a lazy smile gracing her lips. She reaches up as he pulls back to pluck the cigarette from between his lips and takes a long drag. Long enough to make her lungs burn and scream, before the smoke is blown in a steady stream from between her lips.
The three they're with stare at her long and hard after that declaration and dramatic sweep of the arm. Really, Rodolphus, she's a lady, not a creature. Nevertheless, her expression remains neutral, the retort swallowed as she draws the cigarette back up to reddened lips.
"Yes, she's terrifying," the blonde huffs, turning to the other two boys. "We were hoping for something a little less familiar, seeing as Bellatrix lives with us." ]
Shall we make a ruckus then? [ she finally asks, when their murmurs of disgruntlement carry on for far longer than necessary. ] You want your creatures. Your horrendous monsters you've read all about in class. [ Bella props her stolen cigarette between her lips and draws her wand. The others are quiet, not quiet ready to invite trouble as their words would suggest.
So the witch turns her attention back to her companion, grey eyes near sparkling as she steps closer to Rodolphus, lightly dragging the tip of her wand along the soft underside of his jaw, stopping when she reaches the tip of his chin. Her words are soft, near intimate, as if she were speaking to a lover. ] You'll call for them with me, won't you?
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See, what Tom Riddle thinks is that having Lily so close defangs her and keeps her under his command but really it just means that she can quietly machinate what she really wants without being questioned or bothered. She's impossible to read at any given time, her mind locked down like a steel trap, and that suits her best. So she's spent her time quietly finding and destroying horcruxes. There seem to be five total and she works slowly enough to not raise suspicion. Fiendfyre is a horrifying and difficult to control spell but it bends to her will, destroying only that which she wants.
She's done now, has been for over a month. There have just been no opportunities to follow through until now. A personal visit on good terms is nearly unheard of but it seems they're particular favorites. That's fine because it gives her a time and place to do what needs doing. It still unsettles her immensely and she's been pensive the past week, thoughtful and tense around Rodolphus though she acts naturally elsewhere. She loves Rodolphus, has since before they married even though she knows he's not capable of returning the sentiment, not really. He does in his own way of course, but that way is something indescribable.
Lily doesn't blame him but it hurts at times: he's good at pretending and most people don't notice but there's something just a little bit off about it, a little performative, that sticks in the back of Lily's mind and keeps her from truly enjoying the fact that she has such a steadfast husband that's protective and, well, affectionate. They both know what the problem is but there's little to be done for it but to keep trying, to keep working at something that will probably never actually come to fruition. She's tried to explain to him how things feel more than once but it doesn't really take. It's frustrating and she's sequestered herself off for quiet exasperated (and yes, upset) tears more times than she'd care to admit.
What all of this means in simple terms is that she's not sure how he's going to react to her proposal. He's equal parts protective and possessive and this is a huge thing to ask. She doesn't have much time to sort through it all though because she has tonight or she loses her chance, perhaps for good. She's settled in one of the drawing rooms with Regulus-the-cat in her lap headbutting her hands as she pets him. She knows Rodolphus will trail in to find her eventually. When he does she shifts where she sits, not looking at him quite yet as she speaks. She knows it's him though from the weight of his feet, the sound of his steps. ] I'm going to kill him. [ She scratches Regulus between the ears. ] Tonight.