...or dear bellatrix, who likes to play with her food before she eats it ...or dear bellatrix, who likes to play with her food before she eats it
I’m so sorry I haven’t been around, guys. Real life has gotten a bit hectic. I meant to RP over the weekend but everything just ended up being INSANITY and I never got around to it. I still don’t have my own computer so it’s a bit hard to find time to get on between work and everything. I swear I’ll find time to reply to paras before Friday. This applies to Astraea Moon as well. Again I am so, so sorry! I didn’t expect to barely have a life, lol. Don’t hate me? :(
Rodolphus watched Bellatrix’s face drop and morph into something of disgust within a matter of seconds after he had made his lovely comment. The whack he got in response was well worth it. However, she hadn’t completely flipped her lid at him yet, so maybe they were finally getting on a little better again. Or maybe it was just the liquor. Either way, he thought she might have lost a bit of sincerity this time when she told him to fuck off, whether he was making that up himself or not.
“Oh please, Bella, don’t presume to think you know how I satisfy my women,” he told her rather haughtily. He hadn’t even noticed that he called her Bella, something he had never done before and something he had no idea how she’d react to. “Though you’re a bloody nightmare to please in general, so I doubt anyone should even bother.”
He caught her gaze and gave her a smoldering look filled with jest, yet some strange part of his lower abdomen was awakened and caused him to look away rather quickly. He was probably going to vomit from the alcohol or something, even though he felt fine. Maybe he just had to urinate.
“Some vengeful part of your brain marvels at my beauty, even if you’ll never admit it,” he continued, ignoring his momentary sickness and hoping to have recovered smoothly. He just sipped his drink and smirked at her over his glass instead, wondering if the alcohol was making him more awkward instead of its usual loosening effects.
Bellatrix’s mouth dropped open in offense. Okay, perhaps she was a nightmare in general, but that didn’t mean that it was impossible to satisfy her! Narcissa knew how, after all; it couldn’t be that bloody difficult. “I’ll have you know that just because you’re too fucking ignorant to know how to please me, doesn’t mean that other people don’t. So excuse me while I make a point to not believe that you could ever satisfy a woman, because that requires patience; which you so obviously lack.”
Bellatrix believed Rodolphus was mostly talk anyhow; she had never once overheard any of the girls in the dorm speak about getting “pleased” by him. Or perhaps it was just that it was such a bloody disappointment that no one felt the need the brag; either scenario seemed plausible. So why Rodolphus felt the need to strut around and brag about his imaginary conquests, Bellatrix had no idea. Maybe he was just trying to make her jealous; which was completely laughable, but considering the man’s head had been stuffed halfway up her arse for the better half of this year, she wouldn’t be surprised if the moron actually did have a bit of a thing for her.
That theory heightened when suddenly Rodolphus couldn’t hold her gaze. She quirked an eyebrow in his direction, a little intrigued by this new found discovery despite her better judgment. “And for the record,” Bellatrix continued, deciding to keep her little theory to herself until it could be of optimum use, “the next time the nickname ‘Bella’ falls from your lips, you’ll find your mouth sewn shut. That pleasure is for people whom I care about.”
She laughed outright at Rodolphus’ comment about his supposed beauty. “Maybe if you wish hard enough, it’ll come true. But I wouldn’t hold your breath.” Bellatrix smirked before finishing, “Actually you know what? Please hold your breath over it; the sight of you suffocating to death might be amusing.”
(Source: madness-in-her-eyes)
Bellatrix was avoiding his back door compliments, and it amused him. But she also wasn’t going to fall into a trap and unwittingly throw him a compliment, either. For now she was playing up the fact that he found her attractive, which was odd for her even though she was using it to try to make him uncomfortable. However, their banter probably worked so well because he didn’t get uncomfortable easily.
Though he got close to it when Bellatrix told him to go wank off to a picture of her. He almost choked on a sip of his drink and sputtered it everywhere. Coming from Bellatrix, that was probably one of the most unexpected things she could’ve said. Besides proposing herself.
He tried to recover smoothly, though he continued to blubber over himself because he couldn’t for the life of him stop laughing. It was just such a bloody ridiculous thing to say, he found it endlessly amusing.
“Would you like that, Bellatrix?” he laughed, quieting himself a bit. “Perhaps I’ll wander into your bedroom and happen upon some of your panties to help me along. Or you could come fool around with me.”
He couldn’t help himself. This conversation had just taken a huge turn in a really strange and probably dangerous direction.
“You’d be bored out of your sodding skull without me, let’s be honest,” he told her truthfully, still snickering a little. He was probably going to get his entertainment for the night now, whether he liked it or not.
Bellatrix laughed loudly when Rodolphus spluttered his drink everywhere. That was so worth it. For once she had actually managed to crack Lestrange’s cool and collected demeanor and Bellatrix rejoiced in her little success. At least that was until she realized she had opened up a door that she probably should have never touched. Her mouth dropped open at Rodolphus taking it about five steps farther. Bellatrix knew she should have expected it, coming from the likes of him, and yet the bluntly inappropriate statements he made still managed to shock her.
She smacked him arm hard enough to leave a bruise, not caring who might witness her little act of violence against the man. “You stay out of my knicker drawer, you small-pricked little perv.” Though Rodolphus was just jesting, Bellatrix wouldn’t put it past him to rummage through her things for a proper wank. Ugh, now she was picturing it. Her face masked in disgust before downing the rest of the wine in her glass with one gulp. Damn this evening; this was going worse than she expected. She knew it was her fault for bringing this kind of stuff up, but she’d rather blame him.
“And if you actually think for one moment in that deluded little brain of yours that I would ever bring you up to my bedroom of my own free will, you have another thing coming,” Bellatrix told him as she poured herself her umpteenth glass of wine. “Besides, I doubt the likes of you could ever satisfy me, so the only thing it’d be good for would be a laugh.”
Oh, she really shouldn’t have said that.
That sounded awfully like a challenge, even though that was the furthest from Bellatrix’s intentions. She didn’t actually want Rodolphus because she… fuck, because she was gay, yeah? Damnit. Bellatrix seriously needed to stop drinking, as she was beginning to say stupid arse things and actually succumb a bit to his flirtatious attitude and that was simply not acceptable. And yet, the last thing Bellatrix wanted to be was sober during this interaction, so she found herself in a bit of a conundrum.
“Just fuck off, yeah?” Bellatrix tried instead; hoping that would work, yet doubting it ever would.
(Source: madness-in-her-eyes)
At hearing Bellatrix’s words, Narcissa would’ve normally went green with jealousy at the fact Bellatrix had confided something in Andromeda and not her, but she couldn’t find it in herself.
She remembered how hard it was to get a shred of anything from Bellatrix. When Narcissa had healed her, she couldn’t even get an explanation from her as to who or why it had happened, and finally Bellatrix had opened up to someone. The fact that it was Andromeda didn’t even faze her, only that Bellatrix had revealed something like that to anyone gave Narcissa hope that one day Bellatrix would be able to confide in her.
That hope was demolished before it even started, though, because she told Narcissa the rest of what happened.
Narcissa was beside herself with anger, her hands balled into fists, her perfectly manicured nails digging into her soft palms. Andi had no right to do that to Bellatrix, she thought. She could see the hurt in Bellatrix’s eyes that made her want to go out and confront her other sister there and then, but she knew that would not be wise.
It still didn’t stop her from wanting. She felt protective of Bellatrix, no matter how odd that may sound coming from her. They were meant to be sisters, they were meant to love each other, not be like Bellatrix had described Andromeda to be. She was at a loss for words. Bellatrix must have told her something really important.
Something she should have told me.
And to her surprise, it wasn’t jealously. It was concern for Bellatrix. Narcissa may not be as old as Andi, but she would’ve listened. She wouldn’t have acted like that, because she would know how hard it was for Bellatrix to open up, and if something was that bad that Bellatrix had to tell someone…
She couldn’t think of words that could possibly send the message that she intended, so she settled with a disgusted shake of her head and another question that had been bugging her. “Are you going to tell me what you told Andi?” She asked softly.
Though she wasn’t sure she wanted to hear it. Tonight was meant to be about them having a good time together. Alone and away from the prying eyes of purebloods keen for gossip. “Another time?” She suggested, imagining Bellatrix wouldn’t want to spoil tonight either.
Bellatrix let out a heavy breath at Narcissa’s question. She knew she was going to ask that, though Bellatrix did find herself mildly surprised that her sister’s words weren’t laced with a hint of jealousy; Narcissa always hated when she was left out of things. It was part of her youngest sibling complex, or at least that’s what Bellatrix assumed. Besides, now that they were… doing whatever it was that they were doing, it came as even more of a shock that Narcissa didn’t demand she tell her what she told Andromeda then and there.
“I don’t know,” Bellatrix answered honestly. She turned away from the window to look upon her sister, a bit of an apologetic look crossing her features. “It’s not that I don’t wish to confide in you, Cissy; you know I trust you above everyone else. It’s just that… even if Andromeda did express it in a fucked up a way, the information I told her obviously messed with her head and I just… I can’t do that to you, okay? I don’t want to be responsible for fucking up your view of the world you live in; it’s probably best if you never know the truth.”
Bellatrix knew that Narcissa would never accept that answer, but it was all she had to offer her at the moment. How could she tell her that their father was the one that destroyed her so? The information would crush Narcissa. Bellatrix didn’t want her sister to be paranoid in her own house like she was; feeling unsafe was no way to live.
Bellatrix attempted a smile, trying to change the topic of conversation before it got to heavy. Taking Narcissa’s hand in hers she encouraged, “Come on, let’s go back to the party, yeah? It’s rubbish and everything but if we stay in here all night Mum will have a cow and then we’ll never be able to sneak out later.” And that, above all else, was the most important thing; their time together.
Oi! If you have a message for me I deserve to fucking hear it, yeah? Don’t be a prick, Mulciber.
Noted. I’ll get to it later tonight.
Narcissa nearly slapped herself at how forgetful she was. She was going to ask Bellatrix first thing why she had told her not to speak to Andromeda. “I haven’t spoken to her.” She assured her sister.
Narcissa was stubborn when she wanted to be, but when Bellatrix told her to do something, she would usually always oblige. Even if it meant turning her back on her other sister. She wasn’t sure whether it was because Bellatrix was older and Narcissa had always turned to her as a child, or whether it was because Narcissa’s feelings for Bellatrix ran deeper than pure sisterly feelings. Either way, Andi came second.
That didn’t mean, of course, that Narcissa didn’t still love her. “But why? What has she done?” Bellatrix could be moody, but she’d never make a rash decision out of petty anger. Andromeda had to have done something bad to make Bellatrix go to the extent of making even Narcissa not speak to her.
Left to her own devices, Narcissa came up with her own conclusions. Had Andi found out about what was going on between Narcissa and Bellatrix? Had she been disgusted at it or something? Because that was really the only thing Narcissa could imagine Andi doing. Then again, she hadn’t been hanging around her other sister much of late. The only time she saw her was at meal times.
Narcissa recalled something about Andromeda dumping Seth, but if that was true, Bellatrix wouldn’t get this angry over it. Or so she thought. Narcissa hated ot knowing, and yet here she had forgotten all about it.
Bellatrix knew Narcissa would ask why, but she wasn’t exactly prepared to tell her; not here. Inside of the Black Manor, with all of these people around, there was the risk of someone overhearing them. The last thing Bellatrix wanted was for anyone to find out what had been done to her and so she hesitated momentarily, drumming her fingertips against the marble counter.
“She…” What? Hurt her feelings? While that was a vague enough answer, it sounded awfully pathetic. Bellatrix let out a small sigh of aggravation, trying to figure out a way to properly word what she needed to say without going into specifics. So instead she decided to start with, “Look… you know how I hate sharing things about myself, yeah? Bad things?”
If anyone knew how hard it was for Bellatrix to open up about her life, it was Narcissa.
“Well, I told her something – something I’ve never told anyone else – and she basically threw it back in my fucking face; like it didn’t matter. She made it seem as though what I went through meant complete shit unless she could find a way to twist it into being inconvenient for her. And that’s just… fucked up.” Bellatrix shook her head before opening up the bottle of wine in her hand. Sod it; she really did just need to get drunk. “I don’t even know why I trusted her in the bloody first place,” Bellatrix mumbled, though mostly to herself.
She crossed the kitchen to get herself a fresh glass before pouring some more wine. She took a few sips as she stared out the window into the garden, wondering why she hadn’t just come to Narcissa in the first place. Bellatrix wanted to protect her of course, but at least Narcissa wouldn’t have ever made it seem as though the worst experience of her life didn’t mean anything. Still, even so, part of Bellatrix couldn’t justify tainting Narcissa’s view of the world just so she could have someone to talk to. That seemed awfully selfish and while Bellatrix usually cared nothing for anyone but herself, she was beginning to realize she held Narcissa in a much higher regard than she ever did for herself. And though it was strange, Bellatrix found she preferred it that way.
