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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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@rcdolphus
"Your name sounds like Rudolph-- it's a popular muggle reindeer. He has a red nose." Andromeda trying to find charming things about her brother-in-law.
“...A flying reindeer that serves a wizard-like entity is most certainly NOT a muggle thing. And if you are hinting at my relationship with alcohol, dearest sister-in-law, well... There are worse things to be into. Like mudbloods.”
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HP AESTHETICS : make me choose: bellatrix lestrange and rodolphus lestrange or bellatrix lestrange and lord voldemort
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do you think rodolphus lestrange was more jealous of voldemort for fucking his wife, or his wife for fucking voldemort?
@rcdolphus
both
The Dark Lord sat on the other side of the table of him. Beckoning the glassy eyed barmaid over, "We shall have two glasses of your finish whiskey. Unless-" he said to Rodolphus, "You do not drink harder spirits?"
“With pleasure, My Lord.”
He poised himself a trifle more gracefully, a shade more dignified, if ever possible, whenever he sat down with the Dark Lord. His presence gave him a facet of a vain bachelorette eager to impress a potential lover, and Rodolphus was at peace with that. Always better to admit own weaknesses before the Dark Lord points them out.
“Did you have something in mind that you wanted to share with me?”
crucioslut:
There was something in the way Rodolphus spoke of their master that was chillingly similar to how she did. This was more than just a respect for a higher power, this was adoration in its rawest form. Bellatrix could see the reflection of herself within her husband’s longing gaze but knew his hunger came with the subject at hand, as did hers. It was then she realized what she’d missed all those years ago, somehow it made way past her that her own husband was just as devoted to the Dark Lord because he too felt the magnetism in serving. He too, happily fell victim to Voldemort’s accidental hex.
Most spouses would be upset by this revelation, or at the very least put off. It was different between the two of them. If anything, this final detail just fell into place as the last jigsaw piece and made everything make that much more sense.
Bellatrix grinned in pride down at him. Her fingers placed against his lips slid over them and eventually into his mouth. The pads of her fingers pressed themselves down on his bottom teeth forcing his mouth agape just slightly.
“With any luck he will orchestrate his first gathering since his return within the next few weeks.” Bellatrix took a long, deep breath in. Her inhale extenuated her already protruding ribs. She tossed her head back slowly and closed her eyes, like she was breathing her master in without his presence, and he was infiltrating her mind and body. Wildly fucking her soul. Her hands moved to the middle of Rodolphus’ chest. The mere idea of the Dark Lord was indeed erotic enough to make her lustful - and it showed in her body language.
“Yes..!” She hissed, biting her lip. Her eyes stayed shut and she imagined all of the things Rodolphus described, and more. All of the glory, so much power. So much justice. Bathing in the blood of their enemies. All in the name of serving their Lord. “Rejoice! In new, stronger beginnings..” Bella brought her head forward once again to peer down at him, a toothy grin still present on her face.
“What do you think he’ll say? What do you think he’ll do? I think we’ll be rewarded, Ro.”
His poor, beautiful Bella now might suffer from the infirmity of the character, yet she’d retained her every edge, the poisoned blade of her mind as sharp as ever, even if giving distorted reflections. She still knew who and where to stab, and could relish the streak of blood running across her matter. And just like Rodolphus himself, she was ready to lay herself into the dominant hand of the Dark Lord, shapeshift into a weapon as perfect as it was deadly. How he missed their personal flavors of the Unforgivables, the green light of the only fitting form of triumph. Now, the world was sprawled as a festive carpet beneath their feet, and they would walk it with their chins raised high, as the heirs of Black and Lestrange houses always should.
He lapped the phantom blood, the death-to-be, off her fingers, and his venomous ivories snapped shut upon her bone and flesh, always ready to sink into his own kin when the necessity called. In her stead, he imagined many, with every degree of affection and hatred. Mudbloods. Blood traitors. Death Eaters locking their mouths in a cannibalistic dance. The Dark Lord sharing Himself – ah, the last fantasy so acrid and so sweet! His eyes met the ceiling for a moment, where Lestrange saw the pallor of His skin. Something in his core twitched idly, responding to the pictures of the mind like a disturbed snake.
“Whatever He’ll say or do, I will accept it with tears of joy upon my face. Victory speaking in His voice – heaven in hell, a circle of bliss, and paradise in the lands of wizardkind.”
Reeling a wild lock of hers round his finger, he pulled her in for a brush of lips against lips that breathed secrecy, for they knew they were superior to any of those present in this house. They were the apex and the base of His pyramid of power, the essential ingredient in the brewing concoction of war.
“Seeing Him, standing before Him will be a reward in itself, but I am sure He will not forget our merits.”
He exhaled a laugh against her mouth and shifted his weight to throw her off, playful in his cruel mirth. Non-threatening grip round the marble column of Bella’s neck, Rodolphus marveled at the new bloom of his wife, a beautiful black flower and spikes meant to assault, not protect.
“The Dark Lord is wise, Bella, wise and sagacious. He knows what kind of people he wants to inhabit this country during his reign.”
hp meme: one house → slytherin (1/1)
“And power hungry Slytherin, loved those of great ambition.”
“I like the scars because I like the stories. Bravery, stupidity, pain—none of them come free.”
— Jessica Martinez, Virtuosity
Narcissa knew very little about her sister's husband, only that he was a death eater and had another brother. "Mr Lestrange..." She gave a short, polite nod and an equally polite smile as their eyes met.
“Mrs Malfoy,” he mirrored the gesture, trapping her hand gently for the obligatory kiss. “Or should we call each other Rodolphus and Narcissa? We are a family now, after all.”
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@rcdolphus
she thought little of pure blood , what was it worth if it tasted badly ?? even their LOYALITY only led to their imprisonment . what had they gained from it, while in azkaban, neither of the lestranges could have ventured into albania’s forests to search for a GREAT, FAMILIAR SNAKE possessed by the darkest wizard. they provided naught but sweet nothings, yet continued to believe they were deserving of REWARDS . bellatrix was simple minded enough to believe being in lord voldemort’s company was the greatest reward. ( as long as they demanded nothing more nagini would not protest ) do not wager her words against your own, split tongue spoke tom’s language . if nagini believed lines to be crossed actions were quickly taken. a serpentine in EVERY BODY , features did not shift a bit. in fact nagini rose, already tall; yet continouly wearing high heels, soon she’d tower over all men among the lord’s rank. she liked it as welll ⸻ ❛ the last face i expected . . . speak swiftly . . . ❜
A logical appendix to the Dark Lord’s existence, she came as a surprise still. Not only a beast, but a woman of monstrous beauty, as deadly clad in scales as in silk and velvet. Her venom must’ve tasted bitter, yet where she stung Rodolphus the most was the part of his lukewarm heart that whispered of possessive jealousy, that kept his heart burning for his Lord during the cold nights in Azkaban.
How clear it was now who received the entirety of affections and praise, who slept with her body close to His, protecting and protected in the bliss of souls welded together. He knew with clarity that years of experience had brought him, that no matter how high he’d build the walls of Occlumency, she would manage to peek over and see the depth of his resentment.
So be it. If his loyalty could waver from this, he would be the first one to end his own life, for he could not bear the thought of disloyalty among the Dark Lord’s ranks. If Nagini ever sensed it, Rodolphus would welcome death with open arms. And until then…
“I am only visiting to pay respects to my newfound queen, my lady, and perhaps make a pleasant acquaintance with your person. I believe that in our… brotherhood we should all know each other like family, should we not?”
Chains
repudiated-heir:
R.L,
I don’t even know why you would waste parchment describing Lucius Malfoy in such extensive detail.
Perhaps the one under his enchantment is you?
If that is the case, you must confess your feelings at once. He might get to your letter - in about April. He receives so many owls from his admirers. I believe Cissy sometimes uses those letters as an entertainment in the evening.
I think Lucius Malfoy is very fortunate with his wife. He couldn’t have conjured her if he’d tried- with his undoubtedly fine wand.
- - Andromeda Black
P.S. I think if you want your wand evaluated, Ollivanders is a much more knowledgeable wizard.
My Dear Andromeda,
I should apologise, sometimes my overly sharp tongue cuts to the quick, and such beautiful souls like you suffer offense on someone else’s behalf. For the future, though, I advise you to curb your empathy for a more appropriate person, namely yourself.
I am glad that someone out there applies balm to Lucius’ forever wounded ego. You say it takes a lot of people? My condolences.
– R.L.
P.S. Ollivander is a competent wandmaker no doubt, but in the matter in question he is powerless, I’m afraid.
daedaluscried:
@rcdolphus
“ Shi- “ Darius nearly slipped and toppled over as he slid to a stop, “ Watch where you’re going! “ Of course, it was always someone else’s fault. Never Darius Freede. Darius would never admit it was his own inability to look where he was going.
“Feeling feisty today, young man? Or just got tired of having all four limbs present and functioning?”
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“…I don’t think I will.”
“Why, may I ask you? If it’s another womanly whim of yours, I will simply vanish your entire collection of decorative cosmetics, or curse it to give you skin burns. If the Dark Lord approves the colour, however, you get a pass.”
"Lestrange," He said rolling out the name on his fork tongue, "The ancient house has produce a great wizard in the making."
“My Lord...”
Oh, his own name on that serpent tongue... Sweeter than music, and how he missed that timbre, that cadence! Entering the familiar waters, where every snake was a cousin and swayed like waterplants in unison of ideas.
“To be approved by the greatest wizard to ever exist... I am not worthy.”
