ℬellatrix ℒestrange

ℬellatrix ℒestrange. ↯ experienced, detailed, mature/dark themes ↯ open to au/crossovers ↯ looking for all mains ↯ #harrypotter rp / #hprp

ℬellatrix ℒestrange. ↯ experienced, detailed, mature/dark themes ↯ open to au/crossovers ↯ looking for all mains ↯ #harrypotter rp / #hprp

「ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ⁱⁿˢᵃⁿᵉ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ?」

@MaximeFidelium He will not touch that which is her own. /Enough/.

@BlackestCissy « water. Limbs went limp, one arm outstretched toward Narcissa in a final plea, chest stopped jerking. And Bellatrix’s entire world went dark.

@BlackestCissy « more choking noises gurgled in the back of her throat, chest jerking as she fought the losing battle for air. And suddenly, her world began to grow dark. The noises that once sounded near were as if she was listening to them from beneath the »

@BlackestCissy « lips in a broken, unintelligible croak. “Cissy, help. I can’t—I need yo—” But it was too late. Bellatrix fell from her chair, having been left without proper oxygen for too long her body refused to acquiesce to her brain’s orders. A few »

@BlackestCissy « and with the strength that was quickly fleeting from her body, Bellatrix’s hands slammed down upon the wooden table, grasping for dear life as she began to choke. “Cissy—” Bella tried to no avail, her sweet sister’s name falling from her »

@BlackestCissy « trembling fingers, cheeks of porcelain soon wore rouge that seemed to deepen with each second that passed, and dark eyes widened at the suddenness of the change. And then, it seemed her lungs forgot how to function. Those eyes grew wider, »

@BlackestCissy What was once a lovely dinner turned into nothing short of a spectacle. While, unbeknownst to her, Narcissa worked her magic beneath the table, Bellatrix soon felt a sudden flush of heat rush through her body. Silverware was dropped from now »

@MaximeFidelium Despite his so-called “right,” let it be known it might be better if Rodolphus keeps these “musings” to himself. He might wind up missing a body part should he decide to open his mouth.

@MaximeFidelium One of the things that had always been of importance to her was preserving the purity of the Black lineage. This had always included, and will always include, the survival and well-being of her sister. Despite her husband's more... vocal protests.

@MaximeFidelium Oh, trust that the Malfoy name left a bad taste in her mouth long before Lucius sank his claws into her sister in the form of matrimony. Were it not for Narcissa, were it not for the bond of blood they shared, she would have made quick work of them long ago.

F i n a l l y. twitter.com/MaximeFidelium…

@BlackestCissy « outdone yourself this time, Cissy. If this is your apology, I'm quite eager to taste what's for dessert."

@BlackestCissy « before raising it to her lips. The first bite was taken, it's heady flavour eliciting a low rumble of appreciation. "Oh, it's been years," the indomitable Death Eater hummed, taking great enjoyment out of such a minute pleasure. "You've »

@BlackestCissy « utensils poised above her still steaming plate. Gaze downcast, she made the first cut. "And I will always do whatever's necessary to take care of you." Succulent piece of duck skewered by tines, she took great care in covering it with sauce »

@BlackestCissy « had lived but was no longer her own. And she would stop at nothing to get it back. "I'm your sister." Eyes as dark as the surname she once bore, Bellatrix's gaze lingered upon Narcissa but a moment longer before picking up fork and knife, »

@BlackestCissy « the younger woman sat across the table. Her eyes didn't falter, she paid no mind to the meal before her, all that mattered in this moment was Narcissa - getting through to her and refreshing her memory of days long gone. It was a life she »

@BlackestCissy The silent treatment. Cissy's lack of response left her as cold as ice in Bella's eyes, after the warmth and mirth she'd just been kind enough to offer her dear sister. "I've always taken care of you, Cissy," Bellatrix was quick to remind »

@BlackestCissy « moved to take her seat once more, chair gently moving to meet her descent. If tonight had proved anything, it was they would reach that place once more, a slow and tiresome trek it may be. All in due time.