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It Only Comes in Waves || Alecto & Sirius || August 5th, 2015
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At some point it was bound to get easier. It had been well over a week since the leak and three days since duty had dragged her from the dark comfort of a downward spiral but her nerves still wouldn’t lay flat. They kept jumping at every beep and whistle she heard walking down the street and worse in her study. At first she had thought it was another break another shift into depths where whispering poisons felt real enough to scream. She’d finally flung her mobile, conspicuously lacking any new messages from the blonde who had gifted it to her, into a wall but even if she hadn’t it couldn’t have interrupted her at work. Alecto was particular about her workspace being clear of distractions and contaminants. The leak had made it obvious that she had been right to classify the seemingly harmless device as belonging to both categories so when she heard that familiar jingle echo discordantly against the hum of magic at the same moment that an intern glanced too guiltily at her pocket something in Alecto snapped.
“For fuck’s safe, Go home Carrow!” Dark eyes flashed dangerously towards her boss’ voice away from the intern sobbing weakly within her grip. She considered him through the haze of red that pulsed in time with the needy ache climbing up her spine. Come to work Alecto. Go home Carrow. It seemed the man could hardly make up his mind where to put her. Bones ground in the younger girl’s wrist and she let out a quiet yelp. “Alecto. You’re tired I’ll deal with her you go on home now,”he coaxed keeping an even tone and finally after another long moment Alecto loosened her grasp enough for the girl to slip free and turned on her heel to stalk out of the room.
Threads of daylight still clung to the sky when she walked out of the building an unusual sight on a normal day and hurried towards home wary of the revealing light. There was an angry buzzing in her mind that grew worse every time she could feel a passerby’s eyes catch on her for longer than she deemed appropriate. By the time she reached her stoop her tongue had grown sharp lashing against the inside of gritted teeth and she was fairly ready to bolt through her door…a door that she found blocked by the back view of a familiar form. Sirius? The jagged edges of her mood grew sharp with surprise and rubbed against what should have been excitement. “It’s fucking Wednes…”she bit down on her words as soon as she drew close enough to see him clearly any hint of malice fleeing at the look on his face. It was near enough to make her gaze flicker to a small black dot on her wrist expecting red or blue. “Sirius? What’s happened?,”she moved towards her door pausing as she debated reaching out for his hand to pull him closer.
He didn’t know what to do. After passing out at Narcissa’s drunk and needy, he’d woken up, remembered where he was, and fled, leaving her only a note of thanks. His brain seemed to be regressing to childhood haunts: the deep wish for family’s understanding, and the skin-crawling need for something beyond words, sight, and flesh. When it came to escape, Alecto was the finest. Her potions and her casual view of dark magic, both had allowed Sirius to survive some of his harshest years though he had thanked others for it instead and had never given away the secret.
Once he’d reached the disapparition point at Malfoy Manor, Sirius disappeared with a crack before reappearing on Alecto’s stoop. Stepping beneath the small overhang, Sirius kept in the shade, made himself small by crossing his arms, and leaned against the brick corner of her doorway. Behind sunglasses, his eyes peered out on the street as he caught his breath.
He reached out toward the buzzer, then tried to speak as calmly as possible. “Alecto? It’s me.. Sirius.”
No response.
Sirius checked his watch. It was evening, but early, and he realized Alecto might well be at work. With a sigh, Sirius went still, pressed back into his current hiding spot. His eyes closed.
Moments later, he heard her steps and her voice. He’d expected to have to wait an hour or so, but apparently, he’d had better timing than he’d thought. His eyes opened; he pulled his shades down so he could see her better against the bright sky filtered by the shadows of other buildings.
She asked him what happened, but Sirius didn’t dare say it aloud–didn’t dare to let the words draw images in his mind. Instead, he swallowed, forced on his usual grin, and ignored the question.
“Got anything good today? I’m abdicating my throne and running away from my responsibilities.” His grin widened, crooked. “Again,” he added dryly as Alecto walked past him, keys in her hand.
“How’ve you been? How’s work?” Maybe if he talked quick enough, continuously enough, he wouldn’t have room for his thoughts. It hadn’t failed him before.
Concern rushed fluidly through her mind hissing and spitting steam where it touched against the still blazing temper that had sent her home in the first place. She wondered if he thought the sunglasses hid the circles under his eyes. Even if they had she could smell the wine still oozing through his pores. He grinned, or tried too even with his sunglasses on she could tell the gesture didn’t touch his eyes, and her eyes narrowed slightly if he was going to put on a front then what the fuck....
Got anything good today?
Of course, he was looking for a fix. An unexpected spike of disappointment rose for a moment before her agitation attacked and consumed it. It wasn’t as though she had any room to judge. Given the activities of the past few week her sweat probably had enough intoxicating content to knock someone on their arse if she could distill it. She still scowled as she stalked past him to her door her temper in no way improved by the mention of his past abdication.
“Built you a replacement throne did they?”she muttered sharply as she fumbled with her keys. The lock turned over and she went still weighing the impulses snarling in her mind. Part of her was tempted to slam the door in his face. Where had he been when her world was falling to shit? Where were his ever exalted companions now? A litany of sharp edged queries and harsh dismissals coiled and readied themselves to slither up her throat. And then he was talking again. Quickly like he couldn’t stand the silence and she thought of the stark quiet of her flat that had remained unbroken by anything but shattered glass and her own mad noises for more than a week. She could understand seeking something to break the silence and the same part of her that had been washed with concern was quickly warming to the idea of company. She stepped into her flat leaving her door wide enough for him to follow her.
Work? She thought back guiltlessly to the intern who had disturbed her lab. “Uneventful, I’ve been...busy.” Busy screaming. Busy cooking and sampling and trying to forget about her secrets splayed out on so many unknown screens. “You wouldn’t happen to have a cigarette on you?” She had her own of course but Sirius smoked a muggle brand she’d grown overfond of during their wild years that she didn’t dare buy on her own. “I’ll trade you a sampling of something if you’d like, I don’t have any other plans” She tried to sound nonchalant as if she wasn’t beginning to light up at the idea of him staying. Anything to break the silence. Anything to pretend for awhile that nothing had changed since she was queen of her nest and never worried about losing the people she loved.
It Only Comes in Waves || Alecto & Sirius || August 5th, 2015
He didn’t know what to do. After passing out at Narcissa’s drunk and needy, he’d woken up, remembered where he was, and fled, leaving her only a note of thanks. His brain seemed to be regressing to childhood haunts: the deep wish for family’s understanding, and the skin-crawling need for something beyond words, sight, and flesh. When it came to escape, Alecto was the finest. Her potions and her casual view of dark magic, both had allowed Sirius to survive some of his harshest years though he had thanked others for it instead and had never given away the secret.
Once he’d reached the disapparition point at Malfoy Manor, Sirius disappeared with a crack before reappearing on Alecto’s stoop. Stepping beneath the small overhang, Sirius kept in the shade, made himself small by crossing his arms, and leaned against the brick corner of her doorway. Behind sunglasses, his eyes peered out on the street as he caught his breath.
He reached out toward the buzzer, then tried to speak as calmly as possible. “Alecto? It’s me.. Sirius.”
No response.
Sirius checked his watch. It was evening, but early, and he realized Alecto might well be at work. With a sigh, Sirius went still, pressed back into his current hiding spot. His eyes closed.
Moments later, he heard her steps and her voice. He’d expected to have to wait an hour or so, but apparently, he’d had better timing than he’d thought. His eyes opened; he pulled his shades down so he could see her better against the bright sky filtered by the shadows of other buildings.
She asked him what happened, but Sirius didn’t dare say it aloud–didn’t dare to let the words draw images in his mind. Instead, he swallowed, forced on his usual grin, and ignored the question.
“Got anything good today? I’m abdicating my throne and running away from my responsibilities.” His grin widened, crooked. “Again,” he added dryly as Alecto walked past him, keys in her hand.
“How’ve you been? How’s work?” Maybe if he talked quick enough, continuously enough, he wouldn’t have room for his thoughts. It hadn’t failed him before.
Concern rushed fluidly through her mind hissing and spitting steam where it touched against the still blazing temper that had sent her home in the first place. She wondered if he thought the sunglasses hid the circles under his eyes. Even if they had she could smell the wine still oozing through his pores. He grinned, or tried too even with his sunglasses on she could tell the gesture didn’t touch his eyes, and her eyes narrowed slightly if he was going to put on a front then what the fuck....
Got anything good today?
Of course, he was looking for a fix. An unexpected spike of disappointment rose for a moment before her agitation attacked and consumed it. It wasn’t as though she had any room to judge. Given the activities of the past few week her sweat probably had enough intoxicating content to knock someone on their arse if she could distill it. She still scowled as she stalked past him to her door her temper in no way improved by the mention of his past abdication.
“Built you a replacement throne did they?”she muttered sharply as she fumbled with her keys. The lock turned over and she went still weighing the impulses snarling in her mind. Part of her was tempted to slam the door in his face. Where had he been when her world was falling to shit? Where were his ever exalted companions now? A litany of sharp edged queries and harsh dismissals coiled and readied themselves to slither up her throat. And then he was talking again. Quickly like he couldn’t stand the silence and she thought of the stark quiet of her flat that had remained unbroken by anything but shattered glass and her own mad noises for more than a week. She could understand seeking something to break the silence and the same part of her that had been washed with concern was quickly warming to the idea of company. She stepped into her flat leaving her door wide enough for him to follow her.
Work? She thought back guiltlessly to the intern who had disturbed her lab. “Uneventful, I’ve been...busy.” Busy screaming. Busy cooking and sampling and trying to forget about her secrets splayed out on so many unknown screens. “You wouldn’t happen to have a cigarette on you?” She had her own of course but Sirius smoked a muggle brand she’d grown overfond of during their wild years that she didn’t dare buy on her own. “I’ll trade you a sampling of something if you’d like, I don’t have any other plans” She tried to sound nonchalant as if she wasn’t beginning to light up at the idea of him staying. Anything to break the silence. Anything to pretend for awhile that nothing had changed since she was queen of her nest and never worried about losing the people she loved.
THE AESTHETIC SERIES » THE BAD INFLUENCE.
She was the prettiest Hell I have ever been in. I didn’t mind burning at all.
✩-SIRIUS/ALECTO PARENTS!AU
Disagreements:
Who is more likely to raise their voice? SiriusWho threatens to leave but never actually does? SiriusWho actually keeps their word and leaves? AlectoWho trashes the house? They trash the house togetherDo either of them get physical? At times but they usually regret it instantlyHow often do they argue/disagree? Often but its not usually too badWho is the first to apologise? Oddly enough, Sirius
Sex:
Who is on top? Usually Sirius, but Alecto fairly oftenWho is on the bottom? see aboveWho has the strangest desires? Sirius comes up with the weirdest ideas but Alecto tends to come up with the darker onesAny kinks? Alecto loves dressing up, Sirius likes ruining her clothes. Both enjoy the fight for dominance, bondage, and blood magic (dark) to enhance certain sensationsWho’s dominant in bed? AlectoIs head ever in the equation? YesIf so, who is better at performing it? It’s hard to say. Sirius is quite good, but he’d say Alecto is good because like most men he’s rather easy to get off once you get his dick in your mouth.Ever had sex in public? Once or twiceWho moans the most? Sirius, by farWho leaves the most marks? AlectoWho screams the loudest? Alecto, definitelyWho is the more experienced of the two? Was once Alecto but now its fairly evenDo they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? BothRough or soft? Depends on the mood. Sirius is somewhat more gentle than Alecto when they’re soft.How long do they usually last? Depends on the mood. Sirius likes to make sure she comes first, which sometimes kills himIs protection used? UsuallyDoes it ever get boring? No, they’re both fairly creative and rather openWhere is the strangest place they’d have sex? A recently-vacated apartment in their building because Sirius said so and because he said it would echo a lot plus ‘no one would know.’ The acoustics were grand.
Family:
Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? They have an unplanned daughterIf so, how many children do your muses want/have? So far, they are fine having just oneWho is the favorite parent? SiriusWho is the authoritative parent? AlectoWho is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? SiriusWho lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? SiriusWho turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? Both of themWho goes to parent teacher interviews? It depends on their scheduleWho changes the diapers? Both of them, but Sirius minds less.Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? Whoever loses the light kicking match under the coversWho spends the most time with the children? It’s about equal.Who packs their lunch boxes? Sirius but Alecto usually has to remind himWho gives their children ‘the talk’? Alecto. Their child is a girl.Who cleans up after the kids? Both of themWho worries the most? Sirius is more paranoid about safety at home but Alecto tends to be more nervous when they’re outWho are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? Sirius. He’s terrible.
Affection:
Who likes to cuddle? SiriusWho is the little spoon? EitherWho gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? Both of themWho struggles to keep their hands to themself? SiriusHow long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? Sirius can cuddle, unmoving, for a hundred years with a stump. Alecto is a bit more fidgety.Who gives the most kisses? SiriusWhat is their favourite non-sexual activity? Drugs/black magic MusicWhere is their favourite place to cuddle? BedWho is more likely to playfully grope the other? Sirius but when they’re alone, Alecto (and then it isn’t usually just playful)How often do they get time to themselves? Not often with a young child but when they do, they take full advantage.
Sleeping:
Who snores? Sirius, but its lightIf both do, who snores the loudest?Do they share a bed or sleep separately? They shareIf they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? They start close but usually end up splayed out. Sirius sometimes managed to turn completely around and they once woke up with Sirius with his head on the wrong side and Alecto horizontally across him.Who talks in their sleep? Sirius, usuallyWhat do they wear to bed? Sometimes nothing, Alecto sometimes wears lingerie, Sirius usually wears boxers and sometimes a shirtAre either of your muses insomniacs? Both of themCan sleeping pills be found by the bedside? Probably. Sirius doesn’t use them often, but sometimes you have to force yourself to sleep when you have a kid who will want attention in the morning.Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? Usually their wrapped around each other, but in strange ways other than spooning.Who wakes up with bed hair? BothWho wakes up first? It depends on whose having a worse bout of insomnia or who is getting their kid to school or who has to leave earlier for work etc.Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? Neither. That would be a disaster if Sirius was the one eating it and it would also be a disaster if Sirius was cooking it. Alecto hasn’t really thought of it before either anyway.What is their favourite sleeping position? Whatever works.Who hogs the sheets? SiriusDo they set an alarm each night? For school daysCan a television be found in their bedroom? NoWho has nightmares? Both. They have family issues and there’s a war onWho has ridiculous dreams? SiriusWho sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? They both do, which is probably why they end up in such ridiculous positions. They’re probably kicking each other all night.Who makes the bed? Neither. Their bed is a messWhat time is bed time? Whenever someone passes outAny routines/rituals before bed? Sirius has to drink an entire glass of water after brushing his teeth and then bring a glass with him. Alecto always changes clothes and piles on blankets that she knows she won’t get as much use out of because Sirius is a blanket hogWho’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Alecto. Sirius wakes up like a huricane
Work:
Who is the busiest? SiriusWho rakes in the highest income? Alecto. Drug trade is good tradeAre any of your muses unemployed? NoWho takes the most sick days?This is only applicable to Sirius, so himWho is more likely to turn up late to work? Sirius, as it’s only applicable to himWho sucks up to their boss? Again, only applicable to SiriusWhat are their jobs? Sirius is a researcher at the Royal Institute of Magic and Sciences. Alecto creates and sells her own illegal street potionsWho stresses the most? AlectoDo your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? Alecto likes hers but wonders how long she can or should keep it up with a child. Sirius enjoys his as well; he’s well-respected, there’s little politics involved, and it satisfies his curiositiesAre your muses financially stable? Yes
Home:
Who does the washing? Sirius. When they grew tired of their messes, Alecto refused to clean and suggested an elf. Sirius refused this, then Alecto told him he would have to clean then because it’s his own problem he doesn’t want an elf.Who takes out the trash? SiriusWho does the ironing? Ironing is deadWho does the cooking? AlectoWho is more likely to burn the house down just trying?Who is messier? With clothes, Alecto, with tools and notebooks, Sirius, with potion ingredients, AlectoWho leaves the toilet roll empty? Sirius. He forgets he’s the only one in the house that doesn’t need it every timeWho leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? AlectoWho forgets to flush the toilet? NeitherWho is the prankster around the house? SIRIUSWho loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? SiriusWho mows the lawn? They live in a flatWho answers the telephone? SiriusWho does the vacuuming? SiriusWho does the groceries? SiriusWho takes the longest to shower? AlectoWho spends the most time in the bathroom? Both. Alecto for make-up, Sirius for hair and the fact that he gets distracted easily sometimes by his phone sometimes trying to figure out which eye looks at which when you look at yourself cross-eyed in the mirror
Miscellaneous:
Is money a problem? NoHow many cars do they own? NoneDo they own their home or do they rent? RentDo they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? Near the coastDo they live in the city or in the country? CityDo they enjoy their surroundings? YesWhat’s their song? Strange AttractorWhat do they do when they’re away from each other? Sirius works on his latest project as does Alecto. Sirius goes and finds friends. Alecto reads and enjoys the peace and quietWhere did they first meet? At some pureblood manor or otherHow did they first meet? They met at a family party when both were youngWho spends the most money when out shopping? AlectoWho’s more likely to flash their assets? Sirius. Like Alecto, he isn’t attached to his family, but the last name is useful, and he has his Uncle’s inheritance.Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? Both of themAny mental issues? Sirius probably has something, he definitely has moods. Alecto has anxietyWho’s terrified of bugs? Sirius somewhat more than AlectoWho kills the spiders around the house? Sirius tries to save them because they’re coolTheir favourite place? Either home or a shady clubWho pays the bills? They both do. Sirius pays more bills but Alecto tends to pay the rent.Do they have any fears for their future? They both fear the baby will be taken because of the war. They fear their own deaths and the death of the other. They fear what will happen when they can no longer toe a neutral line around the other. They fear what the war may do to them while it wrecks the world around them. They also fear their inability to healthily raise a child when they could hardly be called healthy themselves.Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? Sirius, but he doesn’t cook it. He’s not that good although he can use an oven and a timer. Anything stovetop ends up mangled and on fire.Who uses up all of the hot water? Neither. Magic, you know.Who’s the tallest? SiriusWho’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Alecto. Sirius isn’t particularly attached to shower sex. He’s more likely to jump her right after.Who wanders around in their underwear? Neither. There’s a kid in the houseWho sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? SiriusWhat do they tease each other about? Just about everything: Sirius’ hair, Alecto’s clothes, Sirius’ clothes, Music, movies, each other’s singing voice, who fell over or dropped something last, etc.Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? Probably Alecto cringing at Sirius. His years of trying to dress to piss his parents off still show, and Alecto has a much more sophisticated palate toward clothing.Do they have mutual friends? Not really. Narcissa could count sort ofWho crushed first? Alecto wanted Sirius first and initiated. It wasn’t a crush, really. They were always friendly, though, and enjoyed experimenting.Any alcohol or substance related problems? Yes. Drugs, alcohol, Dark ArtsWho is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? SiriusWho swears the most? Sirius
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Disagreements:
Who is more likely to raise their voice? Who threatens to leave but never actually does? Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Who trashes the house? Do either of them get physical? How often do they argue/disagree? Who is the first to apologise?
Sex:
Who is on top? Who is on the bottom? Who has the strangest desires? Any kinks? Who’s dominant in bed? Is head ever in the equation? If so, who is better at performing it? Ever had sex in public? Who moans the most? Who leaves the most marks? Who screams the loudest? Who is the more experienced of the two? Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? Rough or soft? How long do they usually last? Is protection used? Does it ever get boring? Where is the strangest place they’d have sex?
Family:
Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? If so, how many children do your muses want/have? Who is the favorite parent? Who is the authoritative parent? Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? Who goes to parent teacher interviews? Who changes the diapers? Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? Who spends the most time with the children? Who packs their lunch boxes? Who gives their children ‘the talk’? Who cleans up after the kids? Who worries the most? Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from?
Affection:
Who likes to cuddle? Who is the little spoon? Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? Who gives the most kisses? What is their favourite non-sexual activity? Where is their favourite place to cuddle? Who is more likely to playfully grope the other? How often do they get time to themselves?
Sleeping:
Who snores? If both do, who snores the loudest? Do they share a bed or sleep separately? If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? Who talks in their sleep? What do they wear to bed? Are either of your muses insomniacs? Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? Who wakes up with bed hair? Who wakes up first? Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? What is their favourite sleeping position? Who hogs the sheets? Do they set an alarm each night? Can a television be found in their bedroom? Who has nightmares? Who has ridiculous dreams? Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? Who makes the bed? What time is bed time? Any routines/rituals before bed? Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up?
Work:
Who is the busiest? Who rakes in the highest income? Are any of your muses unemployed? Who takes the most sick days? Who is more likely to turn up late to work? Who sucks up to their boss? What are their jobs? Who stresses the most? Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? Are your muses financially stable?
Home:
Who does the washing? Who takes out the trash? Who does the ironing? Who does the cooking? Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? Who is messier? Who leaves the toilet roll empty? Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? Who forgets to flush the toilet? Who is the prankster around the house? Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? Who mows the lawn? Who answers the telephone? Who does the vacuuming? Who does the groceries? Who takes the longest to shower? Who spends the most time in the bathroom?
Miscellaneous:
Is money a problem? How many cars do they own? Do they own their home or do they rent? Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? Do they live in the city or in the country? Do they enjoy their surroundings? What’s their song? What do they do when they’re away from each other? Where did they first meet? How did they first meet? Who spends the most money when out shopping? Who’s more likely to flash their assets? Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? Any mental issues? Who’s terrified of bugs? Who kills the spiders around the house? Their favourite place? Who pays the bills? Do they have any fears for their future? Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? Who uses up all of the hot water? Who’s the tallest? Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Who wanders around in their underwear? Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? What do they tease each other about? Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? Do they have mutual friends? Who crushed first? Any alcohol or substance related problems? Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? Who swears the most?
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Follow my Footsteps // Alecto & Bella
Alecto pulled back her hood, releasing a tidal wave of rich dark hair. Her beauty took Bella of guard. Alecto had rich olive skin, with eyes big and black. Her eyes captivated Bella’s, they shone with excitement, and perhaps a little nervousness. Bella grinned at her, sensing a pivotal change in her life was about to begin.
“No of course you’re not late, Miss Alecto, but we should begin our lesson for today I think.” She said, her voice calm and friendly.
She walked towards Alecto to discuss the lesson plan. She briefly explained the spell they were performing, how it worked and it’s purpose. Bella wasn’t usually a structured person, especially when it came to violence and the systematic destruction of an second class race of people but this was a special case. Alecto Carrow had been a name Bella had often heard. Her father had serious women’s rights issues, causing strife to teenage Bella at her Balls. her father was a sexist bastard, which caused Bella to feel responsible for Alecto. Responsible for her confidence and abilities. And, if Alecto allowed, would reform her into a shimmering beacon of their new age. Show her the power she wields, and how to use it. Bella was determined to show Alecto everything!
The forest floor crunched under her feet as Bella padded towards the tree. She knew she had to climb it, just to see the view from that far up, but she wanted to do it with style. To show off to Alecto a little. With a smirk and a wink Bella took out her wand, pointed it upwards over her head and circled it repeatedly. Leaves of all colours began to swirl around Bella, enclosing her in a shimmering tempest of Autumn. The leaves span faster, lifting Bella up into the air and traveling to the mossy fort. Suspended in mid air, Bella floated above the setting sun. She outstretched her arms, letting the golden light stream through her fingers down onto Alecto. She smiled wildly and let the leaves fall. Gliding onto the deck with ease, she marveled at the beauty magic could bring. Then with a wave to Alecto below, she said “Well, are you joining me? There’s a lot to do and see, we have a long way to go, Miss Alecto.”
Alecto was pleased that she was not exactly late but it was clear that Bellatrix seemed just a little more than punctual and Alecto made a mental note to arrive earlier to their next lesson. If there was a next lesson. Bellatrix’s tone soothed the top layer of Alecto’s jumping nerves but her mind still couldn’t quite settle.
Still she listened carefully as Bellatrix outlined her intended lesson carefully nodding along with her. It was different than the exercises her father put her through or the lessons she shared with her twin where care and patience for error were both in short supply. Alecto had not been sure what to expect when she’d finally received word that Bellatrix was willing to tutor her. She had heard such great things about the older woman...the older warrior...but she also knew from Sirius that her mood could flash and change as Alecto was learning to expect from most Blacks excluding Cissa. Sirius had spoke of his cousin in alternating frustrated and fond tones but Alecto removed from her presence and the pressure of being her kin had built her up a pedestal in her opinion fit for a Queen.
It was not difficult to understand where Alecto’s great regard for the other witch sprang from when Bellatrix worked her magic. Alecto found herself watching with no small measure of awe as the older witch moved nature to her bidding. She hesitated when Bella requested that she join her worrying about how her tactics would measure up to her mentor’s. Finally walking over the the tree to consider it more closely and notice the vines that ran heavily over the structure. Drawing her wand, Alecto muttered a focused string of words and watched as the vines gradually formed into a ladder falling down from the deck. She grabbed hold and whispered once more and the vines rose bringing her with them until she was able to pull herself onto the deck beside Bellatrix.
Alecto looked out over the forest from their new vantage point drawing in the stark beauty of the scene not unlike the seductive yet unyielding looks of the woman next to her. She shifted slightly still not entirely sure of herself in the new dynamic that was being born between them. “What did you want to start with for a target, Madam B..Lestrange?” she caught the mistake but still pulled her lower lip in between her teeth nipping at it in unconscious self-punishment.