bellatrix black oh you are so interesting.
bellatrix black who is so incredibly smart. she looks at complex diagrams and ritual circles and patches and weaves and creates with a disarming ease.
bellatrix black who is decades younger than her lord’s companions and a woman to boot, but she claws her way up the ranks. she is the dark lords right hand and woe be the moron who underestimates her.
bellatrix black who was the first born. for eight years she was raised to be the heir of the house of black. for eight years she was the revered jewel. and then she fell into the shadows. why? for this ugly sack of flesh? for this penis that he had and she didn’t?
bellatrix black who laughed and played with her family, who had a horrible mean streak, but it was funny! why are you crying? she doesn’t understand and she doesn’t like not understanding things.
bellatrix black who burned so bright. her anger a force that nothing could stop. her heart a twisted thing yes, a horrible thing of course, but a thing that coveted her precious darling sisters. a thing that broke the day her darling andie ran away.
bellatrix black who never bowed. who never broke. who stood against the storm and threw her long curls back and laughed.
bellatrix black who perhaps, in the quiet hours, wonders if she was born… wrong. with a gap in her soul where love reigned. she obsessed and collected, but love? it was a weakness. a liability. andie taught her that much.
bellatrix black who took such great care of her hair. down to her hips and glossy and perfect. who carefully applied deep red lipstick and silvery ash eyeshadow. who spent time on her appearance, her clothes. yes she was tough and mean and strong but she also was a daughter. she had expectations. chains don’t feel so heavy when they glitter.
bellatrix black who after a decade and a half in the worst place on earth, in a prison designed to rip apart your mind and body, still stood tall at her lords side. her wand still quick, though her hand trembled sometimes. in the cold. in the dark. her brilliant brilliant mind a tattered replica. but she doesn’t miss it. she doesn’t even know what she lost.
bellatrix black who doesn’t understand why cissa cries when she sees her (matted locks, crazed eyes, and blackened teeth) and she doesn’t like not understanding.
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