dove in a nest of crows

he white sheep among a herd of black. With her flowing blonde hair and alluring eyes, Narcissa is the perfect blend of her two sisters. Polite as can be, but not one to be taken lightly. A former member of the house of snakes, she's a viper as well as a dove, poised to strike. NARCISSA VALENTINAdove in a nest of crows alumni ; eighteen ♕

[narcssablack]

darkmark-dolohov:

                    “While it is Evan’s area of expertise,                     surely he’s not the only one in need                     of fine attire. I assure you I’m here                      for necessity, not for kicks.” 

      "Oh come now, you know I'm only playing.       There's no need to be so sour, love. Would        you like some help? Since Madam seems        too hands on for your tastes." 

[narcssablack]

theeldestblack:

Cissy.

You look well. I did wonder, given that you didn't write.

[amaragrace]

Well, look who it is.

[narcssablack]

     There's no need to sound quite so surprised.

[rpmememaker]

Sentence Starters Meme [Angst Edition]

[narcssablack]

rpmememaker:

"How do you really feel about me?"

"Can’t you pretend to love me this once?"

"Would you care if I was gone?"

"Don’t you know the hell I go through to keep you safe?"

"I can’t take this any longer. Help me."

"Deep down, you’re scared. Aren’t you?"

"You’ll stay alone if you push others away."

"How many lives have you taken with your own hands?"

"Just for today. Please."

"You’re the only one who’s never called me that…"

"We can make it work! Let’s run away together, you and me!"

"I… have loved you this whole time."

"Treat me as you see fit. I’ll still protect you. It’s my role after all."

"Maybe it’s too much for me to expect kindness."

"You give me meaning, even if you take it away."

"Please… hold me. Don’t say anything, just… hold me."

[narcssablack]

An owl, for me?

[narcssablack]

florenceburke:

             ❝Is there something you need, or                are you just going to continue                standing there like an idiot?❞

               "And here I was thinking I'd be stood here                 all day before you noticed. I would not be                 here if I didn't, Florence. Unlike most, I've                 a great deal to do as of late." 

[narcssablack]

darkmark-dolohov:

              “While I’m not opposed to a little tryst with an older woman,               I must draw the line at one’s who could be my grandmother.”

                   "If you so insist, I shan't press the issue. I'm far                     more curious besides on what's prompted you                     to come in hunt of such fine new clothes. If my                     memory serves rightly, it's always been Evan                     out of you all who enjoyed that kind of thing."

[narcssablack]

thesane-lestrange:

          A nod of appreciation coupled with another smile was his response to her as he watched her wave the measuring tape away. With everything that had been happening to all of them, it was hard to gauge where one stood in connection with the other. He wasn’t sure how Cissa felt about all of this anymore. When he got kicked, did she disapprove? When he left and just vanished off the face of the earth, did she even notice? Or was she among those other friends that had been better off with no interaction with him? After all, she did have a reputation to maintain, especially now that her wedding was coming. She didn’t need to be seen walking around with a once-accused murderer, non-guilty, though, he had been decided by the government.

         "Adjustments," he echoed, his head bobbing gently in understanding. "With the wedding dress?" He didn’t even dare ask if he was still invited to that wedding. He feared the answer would be no, so it would be better not to ask. "Yeah, I just needed some other clothes. Didn’t get to bring any with me when I walked out of my parents’ manor, never to look and come back again. Can’t very well walk around naked, even if that would give the world something good to look at for a change."

There's an air of uncertainty that still seems to hover over them, and yet despite it, Narcissa finds that she's pleased to see him. She's known him far too long and far too well to be able to relinquish her friendship with him so easily, or at least her care for him. Andromeda was banished from the family as she were never part of it, and Narcissa still found it in herself to write to her monthly -- why would Rabastan be any different, even despite the rocky road he seems to have tread upon? She's always been the loyal sort, loving beyond belief once one delves beneath the layers of ice, and once someone has found a place in her heart, it's not so easy to oust them from it. It's difficult, certainly, sometimes -- but Narcissa has always been a fighter, even if it's not one out on the battlefield with her wand raised. 

            "Hm--" She hums in confirmation, with a small smile. A few steps is all it              takes to move herself to a gilded ottoman footstool,  seating herself on its              edge. Madam Malkin seems to have preoccupied herself with something              in the back, or else has enough tack to remain there while the two of them              talk -- whatever the case, Narcissa is grateful for the small privacy given.                       "Nothing too big, thankfully, but the last thing I want is my dress to                        fall to pieces as I'm walking down the aisle. I'd much rather keep                        my modesty, unlike you it would seem." She adds on with a wry                        smile, though still one pinched with melancholy. "How have you                        been honestly though, Rab? Without any owls to go by . . .  well--                        Would you think it foolish of me for worrying about you?"

[narcssablack]

darkmark-dolohov:

                    "My distress isn’t a matter of her skill,                        it’s where she’d jabbing her hands                              and needles as she works.” 

                "Come now, Antonin, I'd take it as a compliment.                  She's obviously quite taken with you, darling." 

[narcssablack]

doeraymeadowes:

      “I recall using the term ‘vintage inspired’, but how was I to know she’d take that for ‘I’d like to look like my nana’?”

                 "Well, is that not what vintage style is, really?                    It's really not all that bad, I wouldn't worry."

[truthofherdreams]

[narcssablack]

emmaofmisthaven:

THE WAR IS OVER, EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE ✗

an adult marauders dreamcast

Natalie Dormer → Narcissa Malfoy née Black.

[weltenwellen]

The night is alive with stars, and when I lie down and look up, I get lost up there. I feel like I’m falling, but upward, into the abyss of sky above me.

Markus Zusak, I Am the Messenger.

[lya-targaryen]

[ndobreva]

[sketchofthepast]

I would forego my snowfields for your sun

H.D., from “Choros Sequence” (via sketchofthepast)

[franflow-deactivated20170630]

I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.”

Friedrich Nietzsche.

[narcssablack]

king-lucius:

The words, so delicate but laced with fervor, tightened him to his core. The revelation plainly outlined across his rough features. It had been a suddenness, a flip of the hat, the dreariness draining out of him. A newfound source of energy coursing through him. It wasn’t much, Lucius remained dead tired, collapsible at any moment left here standing. It was enough, though. Bearable to endure an exchange with his bride-to-be.  

Noticing where his wand was discarded, he retrieved and gave his undivided attention to her. Her words igniting an overworked grin over his weary features. Despite his current state, her family intensity colliding with her light side never ceased to produce a grin from him. It was different, a part of her he enjoyed immensely. Notably so knowing that such few others could have hopes of seeing the same.  

"You shouldn’t have wasted your time tracking me." The cold and irritation had been replaced with warmth. However, the sharpness of his words still lurked behind. Admittedly, most of it was born out of concern for her. With the places he went, tracking was the last thing she should be doing. Still, this was Narcissa and with that brought a tenderness.

                “Hello, m’dear. It is good to see you. A long time since last, huh?” 

The bite to him appears to soften, and for that, Narcissa is thankful. Yet Narcissa is not blind to the sharpness that still ghosts his words, that hint of another side she is never privy to seeing -- though as ever, she simply notes it away, and says nothing. It's not that she couldn't hold her own against him if the need to ever arose -- because she can wield her tongue to wicked effects -- but in world where she has lost so many already, the blonde would rather not sacrifice any more; even in something as silly as a lover's spat, if that's what it could be called.

              "And yet here I am. So it appears as if you                are lumped with me for now, as arduous a                task as it might appear to be."

And it certainly beat being stuck in the Black manor again, discussing nameplates and intricate invitations with her mother and the wedding planner. After all, should she not want to spend time with the man she was to marry? Lucius is certainly no stranger to her, certainly not someone she dislikes, but there's a whole world underneath that she knows she hasn't yet found -- loves and favourites and fears, how he takes his tea, whether he's a night owl or a morning lark. Really, as she told her house-elf on the way out, it's not an escape or adventure, just an opportunity to spend time with a man she'll soon call husband. ( And with the way she's seen pureblood marriages crumble as of late, Narcissa figures having one that might actually work cannot be too terrible a thing. )

               "And it's good to see you too, even if it seems as if your house-elf woke                 you up quite on the wrong side of your bed this morning." A laugh breaks                 loose, briefly, but genuinely. "I'd almost started to forget what you looked                 like, Lucius. And here I was thinking I was the busy one these days."