There is nothing I wouldn't do anymore

RP/Ask blog for Narcissa Malfoy U/C

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Hubert de Givenchy, Evening Dress, 1955, Victoria & Albert Museum, London

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How fragile we are, between the few good moments.

Jane Hirshfield

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Carved Rock Crystal, Nephrite and Diamond Lily Of The Valley Brooch

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Severus: So are we all in agreement?

Lucius: No. We’re still moving in together.

Severus: Why? This is crazy! Lucius you’re throwing you life away, this girl is blinding you!

Narcissa: [Scoffs]

Severus: This is bad for you too you know, like, how are you going to feel when he sees you without any makeup?

Narcissa: …I’m not wearing makeup right now.

Severus: Holy crap, you’re beautiful

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The Unbreakable Vow

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Peigne ‘Muguet’, vers 1902 (Comb ‘Lily of the valley’, circa 1902)  Henri Dubret (Français, 1872–1947) Photo © RMN-Grand Palais (Musée d'Orsay) / Konstantinos Ignatiadis 

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A fairly amazing dress from 1956

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He slept curled against her back, a dark comma against her pale elegant phrase.

A.S. Byatt, Possession (via liquidlightandrunningtrees)

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                           She had forgot how good wine could taste like

Narcissa sits on the end of the dining room table, open bottle and glass decorated with silver in front of her. She stared at the bottom of her glass, empty eyes stared back.

Draco had got engaged last night. And Lucius wasn’t even here to celebrate it with Narcissa. She pours some more wine in her glass and sighs.

Well, now when she thinks of it, Lucius wouldn’t want to celebrate this. You see, Draco’s fiancee was that mud-blooded Granger.

This day was kinda like an anniversary for Lucius and her. Precisely a year ago Narcissa had got a letter where they told that Lucius had been imprisoned and sent to Azkaban. At first he didn’t even respond to her letters but every day she wrote one. Every morning she had sent an owl with a envelope that smelt like lilies of the valley. Every morning except today.

Fire cracks and dances in the fireplace and the antique clock strikes eleven times. She can hear the front door closing and in a wave of a wand another glass appears next to the bottle.

Actually she had wrote a letter today. But not to Lucius.