all the broken chords and unnamed cries

[orionis]

Who: Bellatrix Black, Ilde Decima, Anna Demirovna, Evan Rosier, and OPEN.
What: Drinks, tea, possibly more?
Where: Lost Society, Malfoy Townhouse, other locations negotiable.
When: Various.
Notes: I have some specific threads here, but they're by no means limiting. If you have something in mind, please feel free to tag in as your little heart desires, or contact me if you have details you'd like to work out.
Warnings: Most likely language. And bad decisions.

Things have progressed rather smoothly since Bellatrix's arrival, which perhaps surprises her the most. She didn't hug her sister when she arrived to retrieve her from the room she appeared in after grabbing the portkey in Knockturn Alley. She instead nodded, and thanked her. And after being taken to her Narcissa's home and shown to her room, crawled into bed and pulled the covers up over her head to make it dark, so she could fool her mind into believing it could be her own bed.

Comments

[orionis]

"Interesting." Because it is, if you want to read into the deeper meanings of such things. She can think of several reasons why that would be, so she doesn't bother asking Lucius' opinion on the subject. That and she's beginning to tire already of this attempt to reach out to her sister's husband.

Her brother-in-law. Dear Merlin.

"I'll be going out this evening," Bellatrix informs him then, without bothering to actually look in his direction. "I expect you will do your best to ensure Narcissa doesn't wait up for my return."

[byrightsinhell]

"I can at least make an attempt. Is there anything else you need from us?" He didn't mean to harp on himself and Narcissa being a unit, not exactly. But the evening he'd spent with Rodolphus had made an impressions, not to mention the alternate of himself and the now-departed alternate of Narcissa. Having his own wife with him was a touchstone he was loathe to get far from.

[orionis]

And if Bellatrix gives it much thought, she'll absolutely empathise with his sentiment. If she were to arrive with her Narcissa, as she remembers her, she'd feel much the same.

"No." Her smile is polite, if somewhat on the frosty side of it. "I believe I shall manage just fine."

[byrightsinhell]

"No doubt," he says, with the smallest of sighs. "It's as you like."