she's crawling on ashes ;;

"it's a dog-eat-dog world - and i've got bigger t e e t h than you."

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five times kissed :) :) :) :) :)

I. children. that’s all they are – trophies of another pure family line to be continued dressed up in fanciful clothes and spoiled rotten to blind them to how awful their parents really were. rodolphus, now six and the eldest of two, was raised to be charming. bella, the oldest of three, was raised to be compliant and pretty. their families are convening for lunch; rod kisses her hand. as any parents would, they gush fraudulently about how these CHILDREN already like each other. it’s no more than a b i t t e r foreshadowing.

II. it’s the first event they attend together since news reached them of their arranged betrothal. it’s been barely more than ten years since that lunch where they first met and maybe once they could have been considered friends, but now there was a hardness to their eyes as they entered together, arms linked. there were smiles gracing their lips, but the tight set to them could only be seen by those truly looking. as always, appearances were EVERYTHING. they kiss for the sake of the people pretending not to watch, but before they pull away, quiet words are exchanged. i hate you. brush your teeth sometime.

III. “i’ll ruin you.” the kiss on her cheek accompanying the words murmured in her ear should have been enough to raise goosebumps. instead, red-stained lips brushed against his jaw. “i’ll make you wish you were dead.”

IV. it’s over winter holiday. she’s kicking off her stilettos, he’s pulling off his suit jacket and throwing it carelessly away. they haven’t broken contact once. it’s not the first time they’ve slept together, nor is it the last, but it could be argued that it’s the only occasions when they’re h o n e s t with each other. i could worship you. i would tear down empires for you. perhaps it’s the glimmer in rodolphus’ eyes or the smirk on his lips that leads you to believe he played with and beat the devil. a quiet but all-encompassing shake to your core that let you know he’s more than you even know. and bellatrix k n o w s that together they could tear rome apart, make kings fall, conquer hell if they so please – but is that all they are? is this what love is?

V. they’re laughing, it’s a maniacal, raw sound. the curve of his jaw is a deep purple, her lip is cracked and bleeding, but their hands are stained crimson. her nails rake down his spine as his tangle in her hair and he licks the blood from her lip. it’s the last mission, the last kills, before news reached them of their fallen lord. the final time they fall into the messy savagery that was their marriage before finding themselves in purgatory, driven mad by the loss and brainless shadows keeping them caged.

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"I came here to have a good time and honestly I'm feeling so attacked rn. #allbloodstatusesmatter" - every privileged Pureblood, probably

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“Why is everyone so mopey? No one died. Besides, they were all fools to believe that everyone wouldn’t feel attacked and fight back. It honestly only proves our points further -- and perhaps this will teach those flilthy mudbloods and blood traitors to learn their place.”

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“Thank Morgana for the alcohol. The halfwitted adults around here wouldn’t be nearly as bearable without champagne. Oh -- but have you seen Tom Riddle? He’s looking incredible tonight.”

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they’re going to stare, give them something worth looking at → summerset.

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text ;; bellatrix & rafe

Rafe: ur prob a dream in red or black, bells

Rafe: wait what am i talking abt i saw u last year

Rafe: your tastes in metals are quite admirable bella perhaps you should notify alisa yourself

Bellatrix: When I tell you to kiss my ass I don't mean it literally, Rafe.

Bellatrix: Speaking of asses, have you seen Rod lately? Someone has to guide him through the process of proper coordination.

Bellatrix: Especially since last time was a mess, for Salazar's sake.

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text ;; bellatrix & andromeda

Andie: I'm wearing red!!! Don't wear red. Unless you want to match like when we were f o u r .

Andie: I don't know but that was so tragic. Angelica was openly laughing at her, too, I kind of felt bad

Bellatrix: I'll have to show you a few pictures of the gowns I've been considering, there was a green one in there, too.

Bellatrix: You mean you don't think the three of us should coordinate? A tragedy.

Bellatrix: I don't blame Angelica for laughing, really. It was horrifying.

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text ;; bellatrix & open

Bellatrix: If it's not black or red, I'm not wearing it.

Bellatrix: And who told Alisa Scamander that those silver heels went with her rose gold jewelry? It's 2015, she should know that mixing metals is tacky.

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Outside the Classroom - Slytherins

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♏ (except 4 bella lol)

♏ = missing your muse

To my Bellatrix,

I had a dream last night about three little girls in white dresses. One was pristine, one had mud at the hem, and one was positively caked in countryside. I hope you remember that weekend as clearly as I do. 

It’s been a year since I’ve last heard from you. It’s easier to pretend that you’re dead, because the person in the papers - the person killing and ruining and hurting without thought - surely can not be the same one who promised she’d go outside and ‘fight the god damn thunderstorm’ if it kept making me cry. No matter how much time passes I can not bring myself to think I dreamt up the furious love in your eyes.

I wish I could say I think there’s still hope for you and that I would greet you with open arms and teary eyes, but I think you’d know that’s bullshit. We are not the same, and I sometimes I wonder if I ever even knew you in the first place. 

It feels silly, to keep missing an idea of a person, but here I am, a sentimental fool, still wondering if you’ll come home. Not that cold, awful house with the ancient drapes and the bitchy mother. I just want you back under the covers with me during a thunderstorm.

Your sister, in madness and in sanity,

Andie

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