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pureandstrange.livejournal.com2011-08-19 10:37 pm
Entry tags:
a formula, a phrase remains, — but the best is lost.
Who: Bellatrix, possibly Narcissa and/or Lucius, and Rodolphus
What: definitely not posing for the cover of a romance novel
Where: the Malfoy townhouse
When: shortly after this
Notes: also open to anyone who might be around the Malfoy residence, if you are interested in viewing this trainwreck!
Warnings: silent agonizing, what passes for romance amongst Death Eaters, putting the fun in dysfunctional
After soliciting a location from Narcissa, Rodolphus takes a chance on Apparation; he does not know the city as well as he might, but he can be bold enough when it suits him, as it does now. This is, after all, the most important of things, as he ranks them currently. His priorities have, in the past, differed by one or two significant points, but those are for the most part removed now. Now there is just Bellatrix.
And Narcissa and Lucius, of course. Having startled no one but a few rather surly pigeons with his sudden arrival in the rather isolated Sobek Croix area, he is quick to knock, yet exhibits no impatience. Such things are of course unseemly but more to the point, it might annoy Bellatrix. It's not as if she's unaware of how he feels, so it's unnecessary to show it. He can't help even now touching the wand tucked into the specially made sheath strapped to his forearm inside his sleeve. It is the only part of her he's had for the past months, not counting the time he was mysteriously absent, which he has not yet calculated properly. He doesn't even have the memory of her death. He had been taken long before she had.
What: definitely not posing for the cover of a romance novel
Where: the Malfoy townhouse
When: shortly after this
Notes: also open to anyone who might be around the Malfoy residence, if you are interested in viewing this trainwreck!
Warnings: silent agonizing, what passes for romance amongst Death Eaters, putting the fun in dysfunctional
After soliciting a location from Narcissa, Rodolphus takes a chance on Apparation; he does not know the city as well as he might, but he can be bold enough when it suits him, as it does now. This is, after all, the most important of things, as he ranks them currently. His priorities have, in the past, differed by one or two significant points, but those are for the most part removed now. Now there is just Bellatrix.
And Narcissa and Lucius, of course. Having startled no one but a few rather surly pigeons with his sudden arrival in the rather isolated Sobek Croix area, he is quick to knock, yet exhibits no impatience. Such things are of course unseemly but more to the point, it might annoy Bellatrix. It's not as if she's unaware of how he feels, so it's unnecessary to show it. He can't help even now touching the wand tucked into the specially made sheath strapped to his forearm inside his sleeve. It is the only part of her he's had for the past months, not counting the time he was mysteriously absent, which he has not yet calculated properly. He doesn't even have the memory of her death. He had been taken long before she had.