Devil's In The Details....

Rodolphus Marciano Lestrange. There are fates worse than death and pains worse than torture. F#ck with me and you'll find out.

[the-younger-carrow]

“You better not be.”

[cruciatic-killer-blog]

“Or what? I’m not all that scared of you, little Carrow.”

[glacial-narcissa-deactivated201]

“I’m not concerned with being attractive at the moment, Rodolphus, so kindly stuff your sarcastic tone,” Narcissa scowled, but let out a sigh of relief when she felt the urge pass. “Don’t worry, I won’t.” 

[cruciatic-killer-blog]

“Ooh so bossy, must be a hormonal thing. Tell me, is it your time of the month?” he questioned seriously, shaking his head in mock sympathy.

[glacial-narcissa-deactivated201]

“Please move, darling, before I get sick on your shoes.”

[cruciatic-killer-blog]

“That’s very attractive, Cissa, please. I’m so turned on right now. I’d rather you didn’t retch in front of me, if at all possible.”

[raidient]

Bad company corrupts good character

(via raidient)

[the-younger-carrow]

“Are you mocking me, Rod? Because I don’t like that.”

[cruciatic-killer-blog]

“Me? Why, I would never, my dear!”

[deatheater-amycus-deactivated20]

“A simple woman! When has your wife ever been simple? That she-devil is out of her mind! She should be locked up in Azkaban!”

[cruciatic-killer-blog]

“Sounds like you need to grow a pair and stop being such a pansy little thing, Carrow. I have no problem with my wife’s.........antics.”

[the-younger-carrow]

“That’s what I heard.”

[cruciatic-killer-blog]

“Perhaps you should get those little ears of yours checked, be sure there isn’t some creature blocking your hearing.”

[deatheater-amycus-deactivated20]

“Yeah, yeah. Shouldn’t you be keeping your wife in line, you know the crazy witch almost disfigured me at Halloween, threw a glass at my face!”

[cruciatic-killer-blog]

“That’s not problem you can’t stand up to a simple woman. I’m not her keeper, you know.”

[youngbellatrix]

Home of the Strange | Bellatrix & Rodolphus

It was those days when neither of them were working that Bellatrix avoided the house most. She didn’t care much for what her husband got up to there, though it was some irritant whenever she came home to find he’d been entertaining someone in his bed. She didn’t care for him and felt not even an inkling of jealousy whenever he did this. Her displeasure came from an awareness of how this would reflect upon her good name in the public eye. She’d urged Rodolphus time and time again to keep his behavior discreet, but that didn’t mean she had any faith that he would do so.

It was past supper and her breath smelled of strong liquor by the time she got herself home. Lights turned on by themselves as she entered the foyer of the Lestrange Estate, and she dumped her outer robes on top of a waiting house elf. Already she was sure she could smell him home. Her nose wrinkled as if she had walked in on something pungent.

Their usual arrangement was separate bedrooms; her choice, since she couldn’t stand sharing a bed with her own husband. Or anyone, really. But the rest of the place was shared. She liked to steal the sunny living spaces during the day, then go out prowling on her Lord’s work in the evening. It was in passing through the living area they shared that she stopped short, noticing that her husband had the misfortune of being in the same room she wanted to be in.

Nose still wrinkled, Bellatrix gave a loud huff at the sight of him. “You’re still awake,” she remarked with disdain, though it was a little too early for bed yet, at least for her.

[cruciatic-killer-blog]

The Lestrange Manor was quiet and dark this evening, which Rodolphus absolutely loved. He spent the days he wasn’t on assignment relaxing, mostly napping or catching up on whatever book or newspaper article caught his fancy. If he was feeling particularly relaxed, he’d find whatever hussy girl he could and spend the day in bed, whether or not his wife was home or not. He knew it bothered her and that was why he kept his extramarital affairs so public. Anything to make his darling other half happy, he laughed to himself.

On this night, he found himself in one of the spacious parlors, enjoying a few hours of peace and relaxation. He really didn’t care where Bellatrix happened to be on this evening, actually preferring her being anywhere else right now. He had some book he had found in their library, a history on the modern use of dark arts, and seemed to be mildly engrossed in it, until he felt it. The air changed and the lights were flickering on down the hallway. Fantastic, the misses was home.

She had no idea he was in here, it was obvious. Her face and behavior changed the moment she sensed him though. Merlin did he dislike this woman. He set the book down on the side table next to him, sighing softly. “Good evening, love, it’s such a pleasure to see you again,” he greeted, smirking half heartedly. There’s was not a marriage for love or even the slightest affection. It was a marriage of power, of necessity, of nobility. He hated the woman for reasons more than could be listed. 

[the-younger-carrow]

“Are you saying I don’t deserve to be happy?”

[cruciatic-killer-blog]

“I don’t believe that was what I said.”

[deatheater-amycus-deactivated20]

“And here I thought I was being cocky. Don’t flatter yourself mate, you’re not my type.”

[cruciatic-killer-blog]

“And here I thought I was everyone’s type, harsh Carrow.You wound me.”

[deatheater-amycus-deactivated20]

[cruciatic-killer-blog]

“Careful, Ames, people might think we’re together and I just can’t have ruin your reputation with my good looks.”

[the-younger-carrow]

“Really? I heard a rumor that everything suited me.”

[cruciatic-killer-blog]

“Spoken like a true Carrow, thinking the world revolves completely around their happiness.”

[the-younger-carrow]

“I know it’s hard, but I’m sure even you can stop focusing on my face for a minute.”

[cruciatic-killer-blog]

“Modesty doesn’t suit you, Madame Carrow. Nice attempt, though.”

[the-younger-carrow]

“I’m just thinking…People do that you know.”

[cruciatic-killer-blog]

“Well, think somewhere else, I can’t focus with you looking at me like that.....”

[beatergwenogjones]

“Why? Do you want my tongue?” Gwen rolled her eyes a bit at herself. Who in the name of Merlin said something like that?

[cruciatic-killer-blog]

Rod chuckled to himself, so surprised at this girl's not so subtle flirting. "I'm willing to take whatever it is you can give me, love. Perhaps your name will be good enough first?"

[housedemarr]

HAPPY 30TH BIRTHDAY GODFREY GAO!!