kill them with kindness and bury them with success

narcissa black. seventeen. slytherin. pureblood.

[noirecissa]

"Some people really do need a shower around here."

[regvlvsblack]

"Is it really that much to ask for a few minutes alone? Can’t I just have a smoke without someone bothering me?"

[noirecissa]

"Someone's in a bad mood," Narcissa said with a raised eyebrow. "You'd think you would be delighted to see me."

[lukaswrites]

What the… what are you doing here?

[noirecissa]

It's called shopping, Sirius.

[parchmentandbooks-deactivated20]

"Who knew this was still such fun?"

[parchmentandbooks-deactivated20]

"Is there some unwritten rule that above a certain age you’re not allowed to jump on trampolines anymore? I jump on here because it’s fun, you should try it sometimes.’

[noirecissa]

"Your idea of fun is very different than my idea of fun. And it's once again proven that the maturity of Gryffindors is way lower than that of Slytherins. Really, sweetie, grow up."

[bloodredrose-ier-deactivated201]

It's so dull around here...

[bloodredrose-ier-deactivated201]

"I am? Better fix that, then…" He cleared his throat, and his next words were mockingly high-pitched as he batted his lashes and clutched his heart, "Oh Lucius, such a dreamy, handsome young fellow. Why, I wouldn’t mind having him tickle my pic-” a passing witch gave him an odd look and he dropped the act, voice returning to normal and hands dropping to his sides with a somewhat sheepish look. 

"One drink? One? Oh come on, Cissa, loosen up a bit. What happened to the fun we used to have, all drunk and up to no good? Malfoy’s ruined you, I swear…” He tutted and moved to the drinks table, pouring generous glugs of firewhiskey into two glasses and handing her one, “Bottoms up, cousin o’ mine.”

[noirecissa]

Narcissa didn't often laugh sincerely, but Evan brought up another side of her and she couldn't help but giggle at his quite perfect impersonation. It was rather tiring to be around family, especially now that Andromeda was not around. "You're absolutely ridiculous, and I love it. That impersonation, by the way, was spot on. You should hear some of the things they say - it's ridiculous, really. I mean, he's not that special."

"I'm around family, Ev. I can't get drunk right now." She said with a slight huff. "Another time, possibly, but just not now. Mom and dad are on an edge already. And it has nothing to do with Lucius." She glanced at the glass. "And I don't do whiskey, I despise the taste. Don't they have red wine?"

[bloodredrose-ier-deactivated201]

It's so dull around here...

[bloodredrose-ier-deactivated201]

"Run, Cissa, run until her beady little eyes can’t find you." He smirked, pushed away from the wall to stand in front of her, "Hm, well. That’s why I took up hiding. Care for a drink? I’m going to need a few, if this is going to continue for many more hours."

[noirecissa]

"Why do you think I came to you? You're possibly the only one that isn't nagging about Lucius' perfection." She rolled her eyes slightly before shrugging. "One drink won't hurt anyone, I suppose."

[bloodredrose-ier-deactivated201]

It's so dull around here...

"Ugh."

[noirecissa]

"Don't get me started, cousin-dearest. Grandmother just talked to me about Merlin-knows-what for about thirty minutes, keeping a proper smile on my face has never been this hard."

[ifallelseperished]

                                    have never set eyes on our sister since she

               married the Mudblood

[prettylittleslytherin-blog]

"The next person who asks me am I dating Regulus Black is getting punched."

[noirecissa]

"Are you dating my cousin?"

[parchmentandbooks-deactivated20]

"Who knew this was still such fun?"

[noirecissa]

Two questions: why is there a trampoline in Diagon Alley and why are you, a seventeen year old girl jumping up and down like a child?

[noirecissa]

these elegant crimes / alecto and cissa / au week

[marlenelestrange]

Alecto Carrow was a name that never failed to bring a sense of fear to those who heard it. She adored being able to force the most powerful of individuals to their knees, and if she could mentally save the picture of every one of their faces as they watched the walls of the world they had worked so hard to build up crumble down around them, she would. The key for her had always been a lack of feelings, an emotionl detachment from anything and everything that could be deemed a weakness, a reason for people to see her as anything less than the incredibly powerful young woman she was, and that was exactly how she liked it.

Of course, Narcissa Black had always been an exception to the redhead’s well practised rule. They were far too similar in more ways than one, and with the same goals and ambitions in life, it had seemed only natural that the two should form their own business upon leaving the confines of their education. It had taken years of dedication and hard work, but now here they stood; the top of the top, running their own business from the heart of one of the largest and most well-known buildings in London.

Mondays were the days where Alecto went in extra early. Always had been, probably always would be. She came in early, got straight on with organising the meetings for the week, and worked until late into the night, providing her with the leverage to only come in for a few hours on a Friday, giving her the time to keep the closeness with her twin brother that she so very desperately craved. Because of her early start, the redhead’s temper was already rather short, and so she was in the middle of all but ripping someone’s head off in front of their colleagues when Narcissa strolled in, coffee in hand and that signature smirk on her face that suggested all she had had to do that morning was roll out of bed and wait for someone to dress her. The blonde’s constant state of prim and properness was one Alecto was forever teasing her for, though always affectionately of course, and so at the sight of her partner walking into the chaos that was the seventh floor of their building, Alecto could not stop the gentle quirk of her eyebrow, the blubbering young intern standing before her all but forgotten as she focussed her full attention on Narcissa.

"Well, good afternoon, Ms Black… I’m always ready, give me two seconds, yeah?" Smirking, Alecto turned her steely gaze to the hunched up teen, no words needing to be spoken as she simply nodded her head towards the exit and watched the girl scurry off and out of the redhead’s line of sight, allowing the female Carrow to take a deep breath and calm herself enough for what would no doubt be yet another easy bitching session with Narcissa. "Shall we?"

[noirecissa]

There was something that Narcissa admired about the redhaired girl. She was strong, powerful, and the way people seemed to cower in front of her was not only fascinating, but also something that she almost envied. People did fear her, to a certain distinct, but it was most definitely different with Alecto - she didn't handle things with pretty, but threatening smiles, but with cold looks and quick gestures. Almost intrigued, she watched how her partner waved away the girl with merely a nod of her head. She was quite sure she had been fighting tears.

The blonde had been close to tapping her feet impatiently and glancing at her watch in a way the other two females would notice. No matter how interesting the scene in front of her was, she didn't like to waste time during her working hours - it would be ridiculously stupid to waste precious time. Especially not on Mondays, they were pesky enough without waiting on things as unimportant as idiotic interns. 

Taking a sip of her coffee, she let out a small, relieved sigh when Alecto finally turned to her. She desperately wanted to snap at the female, but contained herself. Pushing her lips in a smile, she flung her bag over her shoulder so her hand was free. It almost felt relieving to run a hand through her hair again: she had not done it for at least fifteen minutes, and that was quite something for the blonde. She was used to touching her hair almost every minute, after all. "My office?" She asked, although it was not really a question. With those words, she had decided that they would go to hers and not to Alecto's - that's how things went.

Once again, her heels clicked against the floor as she moved away. Two stairs up and then the second door to your right, it was rather easy. Narcissa didn't speak as she walked to her office, not looking behind her to check if Alecto was following. She knew she would. Taking an occasional sip from her coffee and running her hand through her hair ever so often, she reached the room that she called her office in only a few minutes. With a smile, she turned around, her eyes fixed on Alecto before opening the door and walking inside. Her bag was dropped to the ground as soon as she reached her chair, placing her coffee on her desk. "My dear photographer fixed me some photographs of the CEO of Burke Inc., which I would love to use this week. Business is not as good as it used to be, and if we manage to blackmail dear mister Burke, I'm sure it will pick up in no time." She said, before picking up her coffee again. "Did you manage to do anything useful I should know of?"

[gayscifi]

[noirecissa]

these elegant crimes / alecto and cissa / au week

No one had thought that the two women would have been able to run a multinational company together, but Narcissa Black and Alecto Carrow simply loved to prove people wrong. In a male-dominated industry, it had not been easy to start up their own company, but with the connections they had because of their last names, they quickly grew. Well, and because Alecto was wonderful at threatening people and Narcissa always found a way to blackmail someone. Climbing up the latter with threats and scandalous pictures, people feared and admired them at the same time. 

Now, the two multimillionaires were living the dream: their company had offices all over the globe, from Europe to Asia to the States, they had become the richest two of their social circle and had everything they truly wanted in life. Undeniable friendship, money and power.

On a dreadful Monday, Narcissa walked through the hallways of the headquarters, greeting everyone with an air that told them that she was definitely better than them, and if they wore the wrong colour blouse one day, it wouldn't take much for her to mercilessly fire them. In one had she was carrying her bag, in which she had stored a new stack of blackmail material (pictures of the CEO of one of the rival companies making out with a man who looked quite different than his wife), in the other a cup of steaming black coffee which her third assistant that year had gotten her. She simply couldn't stand them very long, which was why she kept hiring new ones over and over again. Matthew, her current assistant, was very cute but not that useful and as she walked through hallways, she considered firing him to hire an intelligent girl in stead.

With sunglasses covering her eyes - she was remotely hungover due to all the white wine she had consumd the night before - she didn't notice Alecto immediately, but as soon as she saw her right hand, a smile crept on her lips. "Are you ready to bring down our favourite rival?" She asked with a smirk, before throwing her hair over her shoulder. "It's going to be an amazing Monday."

[noirecissa]

kill of the night / femme fatale au / cissa and mary

[mary-how-contrary]

It was nighttime, and nighttime was when the scariest monsters came out to play. In this case, she was the monster, she mused as she brought a cigarette up to her lips and inhaled. Nighttime was fascinating - shadows merged together to create new shadows of new things that always seemed to look frightening. The drunks and druggies emerged from where they had been hiding during the day. And so did the monsters - her.

Mary was more than thrilled than the flowy fashions of the early and mid 1970’s had faded, and the that the tightness of the clothing that existed in the very late 70s had carried over into the early 80s. It made her job that much easier. The mini-skirt she had on made her rear look incredible, if she did say so herself. Perhaps it was a bit slaggy and nobody else tended to wear such a thing, but a tight top made her irresistible. Her breasts looked great, too.

As she exhaled and smoke filled the air, she reached under her leather jacket to make sure the gun was still firmly trapped to her body. It was, of course. It wasn’t going anywhere. The gun was a great weapon, but Mary found that the satisfaction it provided was only slight. The bow and arrow was much more enjoyable. Both achieved the same result, and both were distance weapons, but Mary found something appealing about stringing the arrow and pulling back before releasing. It was more work than just pressing a trigger, and the results felt better. And so, a bow and some arrows sat firmly tucked beneath the backseat - easily accessible, but out of sight.

"Of course you aren’t, love," Mary said, taking another drag of her cigarette before holding it out the window. Mary licked her lips and smirked. "I know. You look ravishing as well. I was thinking the pub - it’s always a good bet."

[noirecissa]

A shot of adrenaline made its way through the blonde's body, reaching her finger tips and toes. The thought only of going out again was enough to make her feel alive. The usual numbness that usually filled up her body was replaced by something warm. Excitement, perhaps, but most probably the thirst to kill and the fact that she didn't have to wait much longer. It was, almost pathetically, the only thing to make her feel sane, make her feel alive. That was of course rather ironic, that killing made her feel alive.

Glancing at her partner in crime and friend, a content smile crept on her lips. Mary looked, as usual, more than lovely and above all, incredibly sexy and Narcissa was sure that this night would be amazing. Not being able to let her gaze linger on the other girl's chest, Narcissa took a while to look back at the brown eyes. Lighting a cigarette herself, she shuffled in her seat to make herself a tad bit more comfortable.

"The pub sounds perfect." She said, taking a drag from the white cigarette between her fingers. "It's been a while since we've been there, hasn't it?"

Gracefully, she let the ashes that fluttered from the tip of the cigarette fall on the wet street. The weather was typically English that night: a light rain falling down on the pavement with a cold wind. On the grey stones, you could see the reflections of the yellow streetlights, and this was a sight Narcissa enjoyed more than she'd like to admit. London was her home, and she found herself enjoying the little details like those more than anything. 

[noirecissa]

noire no more / au week / gid + cissa

[foxygideon-blog]

Gideon nearly broke out in a grin when he heard her say that, but settled on a smile and nodded. “Of course I’ll show you where the kitchens are, just follow me.” He smiled and waited for her to follow him form the corridor. It was going to be weird to talk to Narcissa again. Not because of the person that she was, but because of what had happened between the two of them. None the less, Gideon was so proud of her for choosing her own direction and to believe in her own thoughts instead those of her parents and family. “It’s not that hard to find really. You know where the Hufflepuff tower is, the kitchens aren’t that far to the right of the entrance to the tower.” He smiled at her “It’s this picture of a bowl of fruit, just tickle the pear and you’re inside. It really is that simple.” He added with a little chuckle.

[noirecissa]

She couldn't help but feel guilty. Because, in all honesty, Narcissa had treated Gideon as garbage for years and he was still able to be so sincerely nice. Quietly, she followed him, trying to find the right words to say. Where usually she would've been very limited in her choice of words, she had now complete freedom. "I'm probably the only person who doesn't know where the kitchens are," she said, adding a nervous chuckle. Following him, she tried not to let the glances influence her. This was, in some way, supposed to be a fresh start and for once, Narcissa wasn't going to let other people influence her. 

[noirecissa]

noire no more / au week / gid + cissa

[foxygideon-blog]

Gideon saw Narcissa walk through the corridors, her head held up high and her air the same as it had always been. “Hey um.. I just thought..” He looked at the girl, they hadn’t been really friends for a while now and he wasn’t sure why he was doing what he was doing right now, but it felt right and everyone knew that he missed her friendship. “I just thought you could use someone to talk to… Or not.. I mean.. that’s up to you.” He send her an encouraging smile. “Just thought I’d tell you that I’m here, if you um.. if you need me? Where I’ve always been, you know, Hufflepuff and all.. or wherever.” He sorta rambled and then looked up at her. “I think it’s very brave.. that what you did.. No matter what they say.” He nodded. “Yeah.. that’s what I wanted to say..”

[noirecissa]

Narcissa almost froze at the sight of Gideon and for a moment, she scowled out of habit. It had been years since she had spoken to the boy civilly and it was just natural to treat him as a lesser person. But now, that she had thrown away everything she had claimed to believe in and care about, that was unnecessary. The freedom she had was astounding, and after a moment of hesitation, she nodded. "I know where to find you," she murmured, feeling more than uneasy. Narcissa Black was not used to change, and it was hard for her to deal with her new position. Clearing her throat, she allowed herself to move a bit closer. "Did you - uh - maybe, I don't know, point me to the kitchens? Maybe we could get something to eat together. I just - well, I never really went there because you know.. I just didn't." 

[noirecissa]

kill of the night / femme fatale au / cissa and mary

Often times, Narcissa Black was told not to go out at night: the dark streets of London were dangerous for a lady alone. The thought of people deeming her helpless often made her deep red lips - thank you, Chanel number 81 - curl up in an amused smile. If only people knew. But their ignorance was what made everything about this so absolutely wonderful. The secrets were possibly the thing she loved most about all of it, the thrill it gave fueling her more and more. 

That night, a Saturday in June, the blonde was once again ignoring the advice of people by walking through the almost empty streets of a quiet neighborhood alone. The chilly summer-night air wrapped itself around her like a cold blanket, but it didn't reach her skin due to the expensive leather jacket she was wearing. It fitted her skin perfectly, accentuating every positive part of her body. Wearing boots with heels, she created a rhythm of short, quick ticks as she walked. 

The silence, apart from her breaths, the ticks of her heels and the distant noise of cars, was relaxing and very much enjoyable. Even as a child, Narcissa had preferred the night time. She would spend nights looking at the bright moon and the stars surrounding it, sighing heavily at the beauty of it all. As she grew older, she would sneak out to smoke cigarettes and break boys hears (if she didn't get hers broken, that was).

And now the nighttime brought more adventures than she had ever had in her youth and teenage years combined. On that night in June, she had agreed to meet Mary, her best friend and partner in crime, in front of the brunette's house at one. As soon as she got there, she already saw Mary sit behind the steering wheel and a small smile graced her lips. Opening the door to the passenger seat, Narcissa gracefully stepped in. "I'm not late, am I?" She asked, flicking the sun visor open with a touch of her fingers. After staring at her reflection for a few seconds and checking her lipstick she turned to Mary. "And good evening. You, as always look wonderful. Where are we off to?"