N.M.

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my nyaas !!! X3

SEMPAI !!! Dark lord-kun has been so kind!!

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ooooooooh narcissa-chan you look so kawaii desu X3

ur such weeaboo trash lucius neko chan 

[meraclus]

Would you share tea with me, mother?

       An array of pots && pans  begin to clatter against each other even before she is       left with a full sentence.  A flick of her wand sets the water running  &&  another        for the kettle to set a new course for the faucet  (  This is one of the  few  tasks        she is trusted with in the kitchen. — She’ll find some joy in the thought. )  Brief       smile combats against ever the icy exterior && pushes through, giving beloved       son a glimpse at the visage of a woman stronger than a fortress.  (  She builds       her walls higher than anyone else. You will not see suffering. )

                  ❛ I could think of nothing more pleasant. ❜

[naomiwattsdaily]

[meraclus]

Bella.

            Her head falls to the side, as if Bellatrix has indeed DIFFICULTIES to understand her sister’s words, falling like white rose petals to her feet, heavy && already too sweetly scented.

                                   ❛ Lies,                                     Lies,                                    Lies. ❜

She whispers, words winding through the air. May she suffocate on them. ONCE there had been three two sisters walking hand in hand && the world was too afraid to touch them. Now, they had been torn apart, had turned their back on each other with hands holding on for just a little longer, stained && corrupted parted, with holes in their chest, pain && pride edged into the line of their mouths.

           ❛ You probably enjoyed living this coward’s life,                    behind those hedges, with these peacocks, with this MAN. ❜      

                                         A pause, one, two steps closer.                                                    ( History, always repeating itself. )

                        ❛  Living like this, almost like a TRAITOR.  ( once, once, once )                                 You must have been so glad, so happy. ❜ 

There is a reckless triumph in her voice, a wild fever in dark eyes. Animal, yes. Not a dog, something altogether more deadly, more poisonous.

     ❛  I could have found a warmer welcome anywhere else, cissy.              But I was under the impression that I’d return to my sister. && not to a coward’s wife, sitting idly through everything.  ❜ 

       ❛ Perhaps life seemed different behind the bars,  but years have           gone by && nothing is what it once was. We can’t afford to be           exposed,  NOT  NOW.  You  know I love having you back  &&           I have missed you more than words can describe, but there’s           little to do when you speak with such hostility.  ❜

             Bellatrix has ALWAYS known how to get under her skin, how to              provoke her just enough so the glass cover breaks && exposes              her. So that it cuts into her && she bleeds with words the other              CRAVES. Perhaps she’s missed her voice, the romantic hidden              deep inside thinks.

      She looks near demented, hair tangled && like a stray dog she barks the       same words under her  breath.  It’s like she’s gone mad.  (  They say the       dementors eat your soul, piece by piece. What was left of dearest sister       now? Half a woman or even less? )  Wild things were of utmost danger,       but she would never hurt her sister. She cared too much && that would       be her one enfeeblement. She trusts in it.

                      ❛ It’s almost like you  WANT  me to scream,  like you’re                         looking for a  REACTION  by taking all our values &&                         claiming I won’t uphold them. Like I’d somehow have                         forgotten.  I won’t stand for it,  Bella.  I simply won’t.                           I only did what YOU couldn’t— ❜

            Anger,  rising underneath her skin like flames beginning to engulf the             two. She enjoys the burn of it. Thin lips are drawn into a straight line,             harrowing silence falls for a moment between long sentences strung             together with such unbreakable force it would have surprised those             who'd mistakenly thought her delicate. 

                             ❛ I withstood. ❜

[meraclus]

Astoria.

“I’m sorry – I’ll try to be quick.”

     She offers up a small, apologetic smile, holding out a wine bottle in offering. Her mother raised her right: always come to someone’s home bearing gifts. Astoria wonders if the impulse will ever fade, when it comes to Narcissa at least, though she doubts it. She catches sight of the untouched food and even the mask Narcissa wears is not enough to keep the obvious from being seen: that she suffers still, struggles still. Astoria understands that, as well as she’s understood anything.

     “I really am sorry for the intrusion – Draco had planned to come himself, but he got dragged in to work at the last minute. He asked me to tell you that he’s very sorry, that he’ll come by tomorrow instead, and to pick up the clothes he forgot to pack? I can get them together myself, if you’d like. I don’t mind.”

     ( And she wonders, though she’ll never ask it out loud, if Narcissa RESENTS her for being the woman who’d encouraged Draco to find a space of his own, to leave this house filled with ghosts, to settle in to a place that was his, that would someday soon be theirs. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, wonders if she is welcome here at all – though it’s the right thing, for Draco, she knows this, and so she’s not sorry. Not for that. )

     Perhaps there is a perpetual resentment set inside her spine ( Protection for      the ego,  for the  CORE  of a mother who cannot afford to lose her son,  not      again. She’d worked too hard to gain his trust back. ) She has always given      Draco what he wanted, spoiled him rotten some might say  ( but they didn’t      know him like she did, Narcissa would respond. ) but giving him  THIS  was      beyond her— it drove her livid to even think of him building something new      with this girl  was overworking her mind just attempting to comprehend the      whole capacity of it. The consequences it bore.

          She had already stolen what was her place. How much longer did she           have to withstand this state of grief? Had she not SUFFERED enough,           repented for her sins?  (  She was unapologetic— but the world didn’t           need to know that. )

                       ❛ I’m sure he did. But as his mother I couldn’t                          possibly let you take all the responsibility for                          his clothing, I suggest we— ❜

      She finds herself in control once more, the mask slipping on easily like the       playing pretend had only become a game for her. She stops mid-sentence,       watching closely for change in expression, for a small tinge of GUILT?  For       something that would help her  LIKE  this  woman,  if  she was planning on       staying in her life for longer than two seconds.  (  That time was already up       —She only hoped theirs would be too && their doomed union would come        to a fitting end. )

                      ❛ —Go through his closet together, yes? ❜

[thequeensofbeauty]

[meraclus]

Draco. The Darling Son.

            Perhaps he flinches slightly, it was always so when the venomous lance of his mother’s voice spoke out against his ill habits, but it leaves little moment of notice. Grey eyes cutting across the hall with a fevered anger, a snarl upon his lips– It’s not meant for her, no NEVER her. Even his father knew better than to point a glare upon the reverence of the matriarch. Yet, he cannot help but feel an eternal annoyance plaguing his chest. More oft now that he was condemned to this manor without an escape to the outside. Not even his friends had sent him an owl. Though he supposed a lot of them would now wind up in the Ministry’s hands. An injustice done upon their family with even more insult. First they imprison its patriarch– Draco couldn’t even begin to fathom the things that they yet withheld in secret. Embarrassing how they yet housed a fugitive within their walls  &&  not even a sniff of such from the aurors. Unless, of course, his mother had covered that as well– He wouldn’t put it past her.

                             ❛   Well I still don’t see why we should be worrying about his welcoming  &&  not worrying about father. He is in Azkaban– Lest you forgot… I doubt he’d last like Aunt Bella did.   ❜   There’s a faint mocking tone lingering behind with the upturn of his nose. He was just asking for it now. The possibility of her wrath setting fire to his FEIGNED bravado. ( or was it attention he sought? ) He’s bitter  &&  scared… A combination of emotions he hadn’t felt since he was just a babe, it was overwhelming. Choking the persona he was trying to hold fast to. It wasn’t as easy as it was back then, back when the world wasn’t as cold as it was now.

     How could she forget when it was all she thought of?  They  had been wronged      by the world, though she asked for no pity.  (  It was  weakness  to require such      things. )  She watches her son,  turning  bitter  &&  cold  && she finds solace in      the cruelty he serves the words with.  It grounds her somewhat with a sense of      familiarity, keeps her human.  ( She was a woman beyond the mere limitations      of skin,  asking her to become the  MATRIARCH  however was too much.  Her      mother had been worthy of  the title —  a fearless woman  with cause  &&  the      means to stand behind it. ) But INSULTS brought down on one’s father would      never go without consequence, she can’t STAND the thought of Draco turning      on their own, not now. When she’d nearly lost it all already. So unadulterated      rage boils underneath skin,  the calm  composure betrayed only for a moment      as eyes flicker to the platinum  babe she had given birth to herself.  ( Her son,      Her most prided possession. )  She spits out the words as if they were poison      inside her mouth, attempting to take her life. 

           ❛ Don’t speak of your father like that. ❜

                Lucius— he’d been the  tough  parent, played the role of the cop                 in their twisted family dynamic of THREE. She would coddle him,                keep him safe from all the darkness the world could brew up  &&                then like a storm release upon them ( It wrecked havoc, corroded                their insides so they were all  BLACK — TAINTED. ) Narcissa had                to rise above, become stronger than she had ever been.  ( Lucius                had been there when Bella was captured,  when  Andromeda left,                abandoned them && the values she held dear to her.  Forget her.                You only have one sister now,  Cissy.  Eldest sister’s words echo                inside her head  &&  perhaps it’s the bottle that  recreates  them                with authenticity that downright frightens her. )

                                            ❛ You know better. ❜

[meraclus]

@drxmeda didn’t like for a starter, but see if I give a fuck.

     ❛ You look — ❜

                     Miserable.                                            Devastated. 

                Neither of the words fit quite right on her tongue —  they feel                  strange  &&  required empathy she was running short on.  So                 her fidgeting fingers come to a stop as  abrupt  as her words                 that broke the silence had been. Little sister lies, for it comes                 out easier than the truth.  (  Mother had told her to be  polite,                  she was the only one out of three who’d learned the lesson. )

                                         ❛ — Good. ❜

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  ❛  oh no ! ❜

                                 thin fingers curl like the legs of a dying spider, sickly pale in the dark, hair falling like a shadow onto her back. there is nothing light about her, not in her words dripping with biting irony, her bones sharp underneath her skin. && a smile like a dagger, only for her sweetened, mingled with whispers that were nothing but past, a memory of a dream, nothing more.

     ❛  && here i was, thinking you would have missedyour DEAREST SISTER.                                instead, i get treated worse than a ruddy dog.  ❜

[meraclus]

   ❛  Of course I’ve missed you. ❜

            Words taste like poison inside her  mouth,  transforming  words of loving             affection into weaponised darts spat out after the  only  sister spills such                   a disgusting lie from thin lips. She almost approaches her, pulls her into             an embrace — - but they were no longer children  &&  were expected to             BEHAVE  accordingly.  Women like them were most useful when turned             into compliant shadows of husbands,  meant only to BREED && protect             the family name. Conceal the weapon you are,  fixate your sharp tongue             only on enemies of the Blacks.

                      ❛  But perhaps if you behaved better than a ruddy dog—                           you would find your welcome more  heartwarming. ❜

[meraclus]

Daphne.

       “ ms. NARCISSA ? oh . “ her lips curl to reveal a small smile, yes,           she knew the woman. the woman who stood STRONG && BRAVE,           a vision of admiration for daphne. narcissa was motherhood personified,           and daphne held her in HIGH regards. RESPECT was KEY for the           PUREBLOODED youth, and daphne knew this well. “ yes, i’ve heard           some of the stories . “ she says, sticking her hand out to shake.                                              “ how are you ? “

             ❛ Oh, there are stories now, then? ❜

    She feigns being taken aback,  a smile drawn to the lips for the shortest     period of time,  cool  digits embracing the smaller ones out of courtesy.     Narcissa was taught to behave  &&  she would carry  that lesson inside     her backbone.  (  Manners, child, you don’t want to end up an old maid     now— do you? )  She cocks head to the side, silver locks falling over a     shoulder, as if closer inspection was required to determine the  TRUTH     behind her statement—  to separate it from a simple polite lie.  Yet she     goes on without ever letting the child speak up. ( Quiet now, the adults     are speaking. )

                    ❛ Splendid— && You, studying for your O.W.L.s. yet? ❜

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@devouringpulse liked for a starter.

          There are approximately ten steps between her && the receptionist.           &&  Between her && the reception there is a silhouette of a strange           woman.  She’s  dressed from her head to toe in expensive couture,           whereas Narcissa prefers this season’s  Versace.  She feels right at           home— self-destructive streak cause of provocative behaviour,  as           she simply stands before her,  unmoving, hoping that words would           make her depart && give way for renowned guest.  The Americans           — rude as they could come && she was set to prove it.

                        ❛ You’re in my way. ❜

[meraclus]

@pureblocded​ liked for a starter.

            ❛ Greengrass? I knew your parents back in the day. ❜

    Flickering across eyes is a memory  actualized,  the faintest  bit of     pearly smoke. Oh, the mischief they could get into way back when     && the troubles they faced together when the war began.  They all     had to stand strong,  the purity of BLOOD  would require constant     effort. && She was breathtakingly beautiful, Draco’s age— perfect     in all the ways.

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[meraclus]

@vauntiing liked for a starter.

        ❛ Draco’s not here yet, but you’re            welcome to join me if you’d like. ❜

    She couldn’t say she was exactly overjoyed by visitors, but there would be     hell  from Draco were she not to treat her with all the  kindness  she could     possibly muster to the surface.  Severus has told her she’s a bright one—     making it easier to approve of his affection for the girl. But she follows her     son around as if they were attached from the hip  &&  a more respectable     distance would cause them both PAIN. She doesn’t lift her gaze from the     paper,  moving pictures waving back at her with smiles plastered on their     mugs out of pure respect,  she guesses.  Reputation was all in this world     where all witches had a chance of gaining  one  did they try the slightest.     A single raised brow is the only sign besides her  words,  acknowledging     her presence.

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@priimadonnacomplex liked for a starter.

      She  is seated by the table with a glass of water  ( A lipstick stain on the rim )       && a salad. Stomach grumbles,  the thought of food entering system turns it       around  &&  causes a commotion.  &&  Perhaps she is punishing herself in a       way, placing  BLAME  on Lucius && therefor herself for the past years when       gloom had engulfed all they had. The Manor is under an attack, they claim it       is help && disguise it so cleverly with aurors posted by the front door. ( Their       natural enemies within the system. But who were they truly protecting?  The       world from them or them from the world? ) She is alerted by sounds of steps       && pushes the plate further from her  &&  prepares for an interruption to her       brooding. She is consumed by it, lives inside her mind && feels control only       when left alone— spiraling downwards was her CHOICE.

                ❛ This is not a good time. ❜

[meraclus]

@arielshepard liked for a starter.

      Someone’s probing at her thoughts, her memories— pressing them together       && erasing the unimportant— she can feel the pressure inside thick cranium,       an eldritch presence making itself known.  (  It is  harrowing,  leaves  her with       a desire for more of the same darkness that covers her like  the  first  SNOW       of the year.  Suffocating  &&  light as powder.  )  Hood only reveals alabaster       skin && long lashes that cover eyes as she looks down at the abomination’s       feet,  fearing SPONTANEOUS COMBUSTION would lack of respect arise as        a pressing issue.

                  ❛ Mashiach— I am humbled by your presence. ❜