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

[indiscreet]

Oh, they're revealing themselves, now? Well, that's...interesting, and also happens to go against everything she's ever been taught since her Embrace. And Baedal politics have only gone to show the wisdom of the Masquerade: really, it's sometimes like the worst of both worlds here -- no protection of secrecy, no acceptance.

But Bellatrix had called herself a witch, hadn't she; had said that she had her own brand of secrecy to contend with. Were witches anything like mages, then? It didn't make her an automatic ally, precisely, but...it was something. It was also something that Ilde seemed comfortable sharing her nature (and that was a neat trick, tasting magic) -- not that she necessarily trusted Ilde's judgment inherently, but she didn't like the feeling of being the odd one out. More to the point, it wasn't likely to be particularly believable.

To her, the pause feels far too long as she considers. She could slip her glamour, but lightning is too eye-catching in this dark room, and besides, she's not sure she's willing to begin explaining that (and even now, she's alternately viciously proud and painfully ashamed). Instead, she leans in and flicks her eyes up to meet Bellatrix's gaze, the smell of rain and ozone lingering about her. (It has always been the hardest part to hide.)

"Secrecy is valuable," she says, tone guarded. Then, she allows herself a thin smile, and lets her fangs extend, subtle but unmistakable when she next speaks. "But so is knowledge." She raises the clear cocktail, swirls it. "This is just for show; I'd never keep it down for even a moment if I tried a sip... Vampire is the popular term," she offers.

[orionis]

Well, well, well. The other women's particular flavours of magical are actually a little unexpected, which truly only elates Bellatrix, and it shows in a glimmer in her eyes and a quirk in the corner of her mouth. "I don't believe I've ever seen a vampire quite as beautiful as you," she's quick to compliment. "Or one that so easily blends in." And that's kudos.

For Ilde, she leans a little bit closer, gaze slightly narrowed, darkly challenging in a way. "And what does my magic taste like? It's delectable, I hope."