don't cry over spilled wine.

you’re a dying thing that never quite dies. still desperate, still trying to keep going, to keep flying— to prove you’re alive. the difference between surviving and living | m.a.w (via dvoyd) narcissa malfoy (nee black). slytherin queen.

[dyiingflower]

peacvck‌:

a glass of expensive scotch swung between the tips of two fingers, lucius barely interested in making sure none of it spilled. silence presses against his ears and he wishes it would rain or storm or that someone would put on a record so there’d be more sound than this deafening silence, but nothing happens. his mother has just died and nothing happens — his chest still moves as he breathes and the clock still ticks and everything seems to go on as it always does. he’s pulled back to being thirteen and learning she’s ill and wanting to fight the entire world to fix her. thing is — there’s nothing to fix now. it’s over. over a decade of suffering, hospital visits and hoping things will be fine is over. she’s gone. 

he downs his drink, puts down his glass, presses the palms of his hands against his eyes and lets out a shaky breath. lucius gets up, picks out a record – bach, one of his mother’s favourites – and puts it on, eyes falling on narcissa ( @dyiingflower ) as she stands in the doorway. he doesn’t say anything, just moves towards her and embraces her, not caring that there’s tears burning in his eyes.

despite forced smiles in front of strangers narcissa knew her husband better than anyone, knew that he was not taking the tragically somewhat expected but sudden death of his mother well. death was rarely kind, and in this case it only seemed to be worse in happier times with draco being such a new addition to the malfoy family. there was little consolation she could provide, even if andromeda's departure from her life might have left a similar feeling albeit with a bitter taste in her mouth it was not the same. it could never be the same and regardless of how much it had pained her to see him so broken this was not something she could will away and fix. it was completely out of her hands.

the blonde remains silent, standing on the door way with sorrow filled eyes and heavy heart with her gaze set upon him almost feeling guilty for intruding unsure if he'd reject the comfort or not. it had been one of the biggest reliefs of her entire life when he moved forward, wrapping arms around her smaller frame and holding her close. she wasn't going to tell him it was okay --- it certainly wasn't and nothing would ever change that so instead she lets her actions speak for her leaning up on her toes to hold him close and gently ran her fingers through his hair. " i'm here, " she whispers just loud enough for him to hear before placing a kiss on his cheek.

[dyiingflower]

mxrlcne‌:

a small smirk appears on the brunettes lips whens he is approached by none other than narcissa malfoy. she had heard about the little ‘wonder’ that most of the societies high class ladies were attending to, and had been for most of the night. the birth of draco had marked the true union of two of the most powerful houses, and marlene knew that she should at least show some more interest in it all and she had even tried when lucius had pointed it out to her a few days prior. however, children weren’t her forte and she couldn’t pretend in this particular area of her life. therefore, when narcissa approached her she couldn’t help but wonder if it was for the lack of interest in the blonde’s son. ❝ after having had w i l k e s hands in places i’d rather not prefer them to be i decided to take a break and enjoy this fine champagne, dear. ❞ as if to confirm the lie she raises her glass and takes a sip. ❝ it’s a 1951 i think. ❞ then a question to direct the conversation elsewhere. ❝ how’s the new mother role? living up to expectation? ❞

the blonde took a sip of her water, still refraining from wine or champagne, and somewhat forced a smile. it was hard to get all stressful thoughts off her mind, always keeping close watch on draco until she was promised her young son would be perfectly fine and to go enjoy herself. she knew it would not last long but the point was to at the very least try and besides, everyone had adored the newborn distracted with him rather than rumors and talk of money. " that sounds unfortunate, " that was one way to put it but these parties were significantly less fun than they appeared to be when narcissa was a child blinded by wonder. " it's quite wonderful actually, all everyone wants to share are horror stories. i'm starting to think that i'm the odd one out, "

[dyiingflower]

PASTTIME, DREAM, PSST

Pastime: Three hobbies they have.

Reading when she has the chance, mostly not anything realistic to their world a lot of it is nothing more than silly love stories or fairytales but it’s a nice escape. While it is not something she does Narcissa does have a fascination with art. I sadly cannot think of another because it’s very late but I don’t know what would generally be considered acceptable for elite purebloods to have as hobbies.

Dream: Three wishes they have.

To be free of war, for her son to live the best life she can provide him and eventually to have more babies would be nice. 

Psst: Three things that they’ve always wanted to tell your character.

Marlene seems out of place in the pureblood lifestyle but Narcissa is actually relieved in her company, she’s a good conversation and she’s not a bad friend to have. 

[earpwynonna]

[dyiingflower]

STARTER FOR / @mxrlcne

marlene was no stranger in the youngest black's life due to her relationship with bellatrix and while she did not have any negative feelings towards the girl in particular the partial friendship between the two was anything but normal. the few times the two had hung out the blonde had no idea why, after time, she grew so comfortable in her presence. the room was flooded with purebloods alike, drinking, chattering and plenty fawning over draco but narcissa for once tried not to hover and found herself next to marlene. " shouldn't you be socializing? "

[dyiingflower]

--- TASK 007 : OUTFITS 

ok so! believe it or not despite how incredibly wizard purist she is narcissa doesn’t find wizard robes to be cute

she’s always decked in something pricey and beautiful

pearls, satin, silk, animal fur, frills, lace, diamond necklaces, high heels and and tights

most of her outfits are white or pink dresses, paired with diamond or pearl necklaces and blonde hair usually down in waves

makeup mostly consists of bold lips and winged eyeliner + mascara i don’t think she’d wear much but y’know she likes to make herself look nice

occasionally wears green and like damn her heels tend to be impressive? she wore heels almost the entire time she was pregnant with draco so like props to her

nails almost always painted pale pink or even just like a nice clear coat

the only thing she enjoys about the muggle world is some of the clothes but then again i don’t think narcissa would be ever down for the awful bright makeup and fashions of the 80s

she definitely dresses like a rich girl

has a very soft spot for gentle or soft fabrics probably because a lot of her clothes tend to be tighter fitted and in fabrics that don’t stretch (pregnancy was not the most fun) so draco is extra fun to snuggle in his adorable onesies 

don’t know what else to put here but yea here we go!

[the-write-ideas]

Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character

They’ll have to:

Rate on a scale of 1-10 how much they don’t want to answer that question.

Answer that question.

[sphinxmemesmusings]

My Character Must Confess in 3s

Blab: Three secrets they’re keeping.

Mwah: Three people they’d like to kiss.

Similar: Three members of the same sex they find attractive.

Different: Three members of the opposite sex they find attractive.

Pastime: Three hobbies they have.

Doing: Three habits that they have.

Psst: Three things that they’ve always wanted to tell your character.

Shh: Three things they wouldn’t want their parents to know.

Dream: Three wishes they have.

Want: Three things they would do to your character if they were alone.

[dyiingflower]

peacvck:

“your mother can apparently be wise, at times.” speaking ill of their parents was not something lucius was prone to do, and this little jab was as close as he usually got. it was right now, while he was holding his own son, that he was able to fathom how wrong narcissa’s and his own parents had been. he’d known it always, but not in the way he did now. being a father himself, he was much more aware of how parental love was supposed to work. it was a rather absurd realisation. “oh, i ABSOLUTELY do. i’m adorable, and handsome, too.” wide grin curled his lips, and he winked at her. “don’t you agree? i would, if i were you … if you didn’t, you’d be admitting to marrying an ugly ghoul.” 

" do not mistake her words for kindness, she'd kill before complimenting anyone. " the jab was not intentional but her words were not false, narcissa knew well enough that her mother had few polite intentions spitting out harsh words and cold insults rather than anything nice. all kind words had been a shock to the youngest former black when draco had first been introduced to his grandparents but shockingly, through forced smiles her mother had managed something a little less cruel. that type of influence still worried her, not wanting someone so unforgiving and cruel around her son but it was a thought pushed to the back of her mind for now. " you would never miss a chance to compliment yourself darling, but i suppose you might be handsome as well. " the blonde teased, leaning over to kiss his cheek mindful of draco. " how incredibly lucky you are that i love you, "

[dyiingflower]

leonardoflint:

leo thought he loved the concept of draco a little more than the fragile thing itself. babies were terrifying and even one he cared about so dearly got him far too stressed. nevertheless a warm smile remained on his lips as the caressed the light few hairs on the boy’s head. “ he is magnificent. looks just like you, cissa. “ soft laughter spilled out with a playful look at lucius before a softer one fell on narcissa. “ we should get a photograph, uh ? the four of us. the first with draco and us three ? “ // @dyiingflower​

narcissa had learned not to think of draco as if he was glass, if anything it had only stressed her out more than need be. despite her trust for leo the blonde could not take her eyes off her young son, so precious and peaceful a stark contrast to what the rest of the world felt like. draco had been the one light in her life and that was not something she would take for granted. " sweet of you to say leo, " not that she disagreed but certainly narcissa saw her husband in their son. it was difficult not to notice that he was most definitely his parents. " that would be wonderful, don't you think? " and with that she turns to lucius a smile upon her face. // @peacvck

[ghostlywriterr]

[dyiingflower]

TASK #006 THE SORTING HAT

forest or river? forest

what are you most looking forward to learning at hogwarts? every area of magic i can

you enter an enchanted garden. what would you be most curious to examine first? the silver leafed tree bearing golden apples

a troll has gone berserk in the headmaster’s study at hogwarts. it is about to smash, crush and tear several irreplaceable items and treasures. in which order would you rescue these objects from the troll’s club, if you could? first, student records going back 1000 years. then a mysterious handwritten book full of strange runes. finally, a nearly perfected cure for dragon pox

which road tempts you most? the narrow, dark, lantern-lit alley

after you have died, what would you most like people to do when they hear your name? i don’t care what people think of me after i’m dead; it’s what they think of me while i’m alive that counts

If you were attending hogwarts, which pet would you choose to take with you? white cat

black or white? black

results: slytherin!

notes: a lot of these answers definitely correspond with the way that you would expect from someone like her / i fully expected to get another house given that while i think she is slytherin her being it by default was a very real possibility given her family and the hat listening in. she is a product of her parents just a lot less harsh

[dyiingflower]

FALL OF 1972 / TASK #005

it was naive to believe that simply because she was no longer home, avoiding her mothers harsh glare of judgement or the cold atmosphere that was brought with the missing piece of the black family, that things would no longer feel painful. narcissa was only a girl, with all prying eyes set on her at all times. every day she painted on a delicate smile, laughed and spoke as if nothing was wrong, pretending as if nothing was wrong but with andromeda's quick betrayal and removal from the family came a heart break the youngest black was unaware existed. it was tragic, like the last puzzle piece to her already perfectly planned out life was tossed away and gone.

her older sister was nothing more than forgotten memories, a ghost of her past even if it was only months ago. 

bellatrix had always been the perfect daughter, loved and adored by everyone, even those who feared her and as a child narcissa had always looked up to her. even now in tragedy. but things had changed, like the middle sister's exit had caused a rift between the two of them and she was struggling to hold herself together. 

a storm was going on in her mind, clouding thoughts and washing away the few good memories the youngest black could still hold onto. despite trying to focus on anything else other than her broken family all that was on narcissa's mind was the last time andromeda had spoken to her, the two arguing with the younger of the pair completely unaware it would be the last time she would see her forever. shouting and pleading, icy hues vulnerable and over flowing with tears the blonde almost begged for her to stay. she couldn't leave them, no. andromeda couldn't leave her all alone especially not now that bellatrix had left home. still she left, walked out for love to a muggleborn man, trading everything for love. 

the blood betrayal had been the last thing on her mind, it was irrelevant. what hurt narcissa was watching andromeda abandon her for something she would never get to experience herself.

she was all alone. 

whether anyone knew it or not narcissa black was nothing more than a sad girl. a broken beauty queen too stubborn to let anyone in long enough to see through the cracks. the simple thought of letting anyone in was terrifying, there was no one that narcissa trusted enough to let in and see any sense of vulnerability, any broken parts of her that desperately needed mending after years of neglect and abuse.

she could not let anyone in because they always left. always would. 

to say the least it put a damper on the beginning of her sixth year, especially now that the stress of growing older and gaining responsibility was being put upon her shoulders. the second she graduates in a little less than two years she'll be married off to someone her father deemed worthy and then she would hold a purpose in her mothers eyes if there was still hope for such a thing. 

continuing her nearly flawless charade narcissa forced smiles and small talk, pretended to enjoy the company of those who were family friends or classmates that over the years she never bothered to learn the names of. why would she now? 

her world had completely halted with her sister's exit but everyone else continued on as if nothing was wrong. kids laughed and smiled, they were unaffected. everyone else would move on and in time, so would she in time.

[dyiingflower]

canismajcrs: 

    “ beats me, cissy, “ he spoke. old nickname fell from his lips in a semi-sarcastic manner. his shoulders shrugged then, “ you are the one that keeps showin’ up here so eager to have a conversation. i’d say that you were feelin’ nostalgic but didn’t think that any of you lot were capable of that. “ the idea that any of those that he used to call family could have any sort of warm, fuzzy feeling was quite laughable really. they weren’t really the sort. he gave a snort of laughter at her next words, “ don’t think i’d be heartbroken at the idea of yer mum not speakin’ to me. ‘sides i’d imagine that she is too thrilled over the newest addition to the family to bother with the likes of me. “ a teasing grin then, “ tell me, did she manage to crack a smile over the new addition? “

" i haven't heard that in a long time, " she couldn't remember the last time that nickname, couldn't recall that sort of formality. maybe nostalgia was the only explanation because truthfully narcissa had no other idea what brought her here, speaking to sirius as if nothing had changed before other than some slight tensity on her part. they were entirely different people, living opposite lives but regardless, the small soft spot she had might have included her former baby cousin. " thrilled is a word, " narcissa had been shocked that her mother of all people was fond of something she had done, actually liked her son. " barely and then he cried. don't think he's particularly fond of her, "

[dyiingflower]

bitchtricks:

@dyiingflower

she senses her presence before she sees her. throat is cleared, and a quick hand dries away tears from her cheeks. too stubborn to let her sister see her like this — still far too disappointed to ever truly trust her. or at least not yet. so she takes a step back, breath shivering slightly, a slight tremble on her lips. her gaze is carefully averted from narcissa, instead stubbornly focused on the ground, refusing to look her in the eye. a rarity for someone like bellatrix, who is hellbent on staring death himself in the face, every single day. “don’t,” she says, trying to make herself sound far more intimidating than she feels right now. “i’m fine. don’t… do that thing that you do. you know i hate it.”

the click of her heels do not need to give her away, she could see in the way bellatrix tensed up that her elder sister was aware of her presence. despite the discouragement of entering the room past the doorway to comfort her, narcissa does so anyway with careful hesitant steps. the pair of them were opposite sides of the same coin and could not be more different, yet the same all at once. " you don't look fine, " twenty four years was a long enough time to know someone and narcissa knew her older sister enough to know that this was not the definition of fine, especially not for someone who thrived off of intimidation. " bella you dislike most things, i do not know which one we're referring to at the moment. "

[dyiingflower]

( @canismajcrs )

" i don't even know why we're still speaking, " the intention of her words were not harsh, her tone in fact was not even cold but narcissa had no clue what drew her back to speaking with her younger cousin much after their last awkward and short lived conversation. " if anyone were to ever know, i'm sure my mother would have my head, not yours. she pretends you don't even exist anymore - don't take it personally she doesn't speak of andromeda either. " it still was so odd saying her name out loud without having to fear harsh glares or the threat of punishment almost ten years later.

[teddywestside]