never wound a snake; kill it

Rodolphus Lestrange. Ex-Slytherin. 26. Loyal to the Dark Lord. Husband of Bellatrix Lestrange and eldest of the Lestrange family line. Manipulating - Calculating - Prideful

[rodolphus-l]

lizziewolfe:

-smirks a tiny bit to herself before schooling her features into a v neutral state and slowly turning to face him, using the cherry she dropped in her drink to stir the alcohol- Why shouldn’t he be interested? Am I not…desirable? Or do you think he’s too good for me?

-reaches around the back of the couch i just decided he’s sitting on, grabbing her wrist and pulling her around to the front of the couch so she’s facing him while he puts his drink down on the cushion beside him, looking up at her with a small wicked smile- Love, any of us are too good for you. I just put up with your dirty blood because your body’s so damn fit. -grabs her opposite thigh and pulls her on top of him so she’s straddling him, his hand still holding her wrist-

[rodolphus-l]

lizziewolfe:

-breathes a laugh- When the dog keeps coming back to the bone. You are a damn charmer, Roddy. -feigns indifference, going over to make herself a drink like she owns the place- Well, perhaps this dog is tired of it’s old and worn out bone. Dolohov’s dangling a fresh one.

-doesn’t even bother looking at her while she talks to show how little he cares, looking over some boring paperwork or something, but snorts into his glass of whiskey when she mentions Dolohov, turning to look at her- Antonin? What on earth’s he interested in you for, anyway?

[rodolphus-l]

lizziewolfe:

Someone else has offered me something, potentially, better than what you’re giving me.

-stares at her flatly- That? That’s the news? Sweetheart, I get better offers than you every day, but when the dog keeps coming back to bone...why deny it?

[rodolphus-l]

So what’s the big news?

[rodolphus-l]

bellalestrange:

She could tell that her words burned him to the core, which is exactly what she wanted. The thing about his, on the other hand, was that she didn’t believe them. They didn’t settle into her and create weakness, she knew what she was destined for and she had full control of that. However she did know that somewhere, deep down, Rodolphus was afraid that her words were true, and she used that fear a weapon more often that she ought too. It was, however, extremely effective. Bellatrix’s eyes followed him as he approached her, her visible anger dissipating as she watched him, like a panther readying itself to pounce. With his face just inches away from hers, her eyes narrowed on his before she leaned up and captured his mouth with hers, her lips hard and commanding. She inhaled sharply, reaching back to his hair, her body closing the gap against his. With her fingers laced tight in his hair she pulled away as hard as they had collided, yanking his head back a bit so that he could see her face. “You and I,” She breathed out in a low rasp, “together.” Her eyes searched his as her mind took off, “That’s the only way we can get what we deserve.” She released him with that thought, her voice very serious. “If you try to do this on your own, you will fail. If I do it, I will have the support but it will take much longer and the cause will suffer.” Bellatrix grabbed either side of his jacket, pulling at him, “Together we can be everything the Dark Lord needs. We can be the ones he trusts over everyone else. Us, Rodolphus, doesn’t the idea make you quiver with desire?”

He knew that look in her eye--the hunger, the need to devour everything in her path to get to whatever goal she’d set before her. He anticipated her next move before she made it, but still found himself sucking in a breath of surprise as her lips made contact with his. It amazed him the way she ignited his body. In an instant, a fire had erupted in his chest and a different sort of eagerness had replaced his rage. He wanted to force her backwards, take command from her, but he knew better. She was in a craze--one he had put her in--and there was no bringing her down from it, no taking back control. Letting her yank him by the hair, he stared into her dark eyes as she spoke. She’d given this speech before, and in an odd way it comforted him. She was aware of the fact that she needed him, and this added security to their marriage that might otherwise not be there. And she considered him an ally, a partner in their quest to greatness, and it was easy to see by the look in her eyes that having Bellatrix at his side would surely help him achieve it. The desire that bloomed from their kiss grew as she spoke, his chest rising as she grabbed him by the jacket once more. A grin crawling across his lips, he stared into her wild expression and matched it with his own. Grabbing her cloak in his hands, Rodolphus pulled Bellatrix against him and growled. “I’m bursting with desire.” Locking his eyes on her lips, he crushed his mouth against hers, tugging her body flush against his own while leaning back against the bookshelf behind him. Eagerness overwhelmed him as he shoved her cloak from her shoulders, uncaring as it felt to the floor, his hands immediately roaming her body for how to undress her further.

[rodolphus-l]

lizziewolfe:

-breaks away after a moment, ~~breathless and kinda just stares up at him for a moment before reaching up to grab his dumb face and pull him back down to her, biting at his lip probs a little harder than she needed to-

-spins them so that she’s slammed up against the fragile little liquor table, pressing one hand into her dress and bunching it in his hand, tugging her closer while kissing her wildly and passionately-

[rodolphus-l]

theotherlestrange:

*swishes the drink around in the glass before sending Rod a ~look~ over the glass* I’m not going to deign that question with a response.*takes a sip while Rod’s explaining before saying noncommittally* Ah, as worthy a task as any.  *raises an eyebrow* Do you have a plan? *mini smirk*  Or is that a question for another day?

-quirks an eyebrow at him as if offended- No faith in me, Rab? The plan is in the works. Any...additional information you might want to share? Something helpful you might have acquired?

[rodolphus-l]

theotherlestrange:

*walks closer to him* As good of a reason as any. *raises an eyebrow* Care to share the details?

-pours two glasses of whatever liqour i said he had and hands Rab one, taking a sip of his own with a smug smile- Dunno, brother, can you be trusted? 

-smirks, because he’s just being an a-hole, and explains himself because he can’t help it- It’s a recon mission, finding out information about where the loathsome Longbottoms are hiding away at. Came directly from the Dark Lord himself.

[rodolphus-l]

lizziewolfe:

-mirrors his smirk and v slowly arches a brow before grinning slowly, practically cat-like at his very accurate description of bella’s games before he steps in and her falters a lil at his closeness, exhaling all slow and shaky and her eyes fluttering closed for a moment, kind of getting ~lost in the moment very briefly before opening her eyes again and tilting her chin up, brushing her cheek against his as she leans up to his ear while her hands lift to lightly trail her nails down his chest- Well…it’s certainly nothing to write home about at the moment. -pulls back to look up at his face, curling her hands into the lapels/edges of his robes- I haven’t exactly experienced anything that proves Bella’s words wrong.

-makes this like...almost growling noise at the back of his throat at her teasing comments, his stomach tightening at the insult, and stares down at her mouth as he speaks, his voice low- Shut your mouth long enough and perhaps you will. -suddenly grabs the side of her clothes with one hand and pulls her into him with it, wrapping that arm around her fully before slamming his mouth onto hers, forcing her lips apart with his own and immediately kissing her deeply, with intensity-

[rodolphus-l]

bellalestrange:

As the study door shut behind them, Bellatrix yanked her arm free and sent a searing slap across his face. Her nostrils flared as she stared at him in utter fury, his words burning as if they were embers from a fire on her skin. She clenched her jaw tight, speaking through her teeth, “That mark means nothing on your arm.” Bellatrix spat as she finished her thought. “The fact that you bear it makes it mean less. You didn’t earn it, you barely even wanted it. If it wasn’t for the constant push from your father, you’d probably have ended up owning some sodding sweet shop on diagonal alley.” Bellatrix’s rolled her eyes so hard that the whites of her eyes exposed themselves, the thought that he really could consider himself as something greater than she made her entire body churn with anger.

The feeling of her hand coming across his face was not unfamiliar to him, but the searing sensation still made his skin burn and his pride fume. He glared at her with piercing eyes as she spoke, her words soaring into him like cinder blocks. They may have played their parts well, put on a good show for their parents and sometimes even for one another, but at the root of it this is what she thought of him. That at his core he was nothing more than a nobody wizard who would amount to nothing without the help of others. Every day he slaved away to prove otherwise, to show her and the rest of the world that he was every bit the dutiful pureblood wizard he claimed to be, and yet she would never be satisfied. She would never see his greatness for being so blinded by her own. “You ungrateful bitch,” he spat. “Do you really think you’d be allowed at meetings, that anyone would even give you a second glance, if you weren’t married to me? If I didn’t have my mark? You are nothing to the Dark Lord unless you’re standing beside me. Your father was cursed by his inability to make male heirs--do not delude yourself into believing that the name ‘Black’ holds any power for you.” His face was inches from her now, his breathing audible as his chest rose and fell with anger, waiting for her inevitable retaliation. 

[rodolphus-l]

bellalestrange:

I would remind you who’s father approached who’s, Rodolphus. The only weight the Lestrange’s have is a reputation of only being loyal when it’s convenient for them and poor financials, the way I see it, you ought to remember why you married me. -approaches him, leaning close and talking low- I wouldn’t be so quick to forget that you only have your mark because my father vouched for you.

Originally posted by busydreaminboutgirls

As she spoke, Rod stared at the floor, his teeth grinding harder and harder together. Regardless of any of the validity of her statements, her speaking to him this way was utter disrespect that he could not tolerate. Especially not, of all places, in her parents’ manor. At her final comment he turned and grabbed her elbow sharply, pulling her from the foyer into an adjacent empty study. Shutting the door behind them as discreetly as possible, he spun on her with gritted teeth. “You insolent woman. So long as we’re making reminders for one another, should I remind you that I am the only one of us who has received the Mark? What right do you have to undermine the methods by which I got mine, when you are nothing but a blot on the carpet in the eyes of the Dark Lord?” Staring at her with wide, angry eyes, Rodolphus’ chest heaved with anger, once again shocked by the level of disrespect his wife showed for him.

[rodolphus-l]

bellalestrange:

-scoffs- Your colleague? Barely. -crosses her arms over her chest- and in what twisted world did you think it would be your place to introduce me as your wife? Long before you and long afterward my family’s name will always be worth reminding people of. Makes quite a bit of difference once they remember who they are dealing with. Not that you would know. 

Well your name is no longer ‘Black’ and I saw no reason to mention it because Lestrange carries enough weight on its own, unless you’ve forgotten the reason you married me in the first place. Mind your place, Bellatrix--Rookwood couldn’t care less who my wife is, and I wasn’t about to bother him with the details.

[theotherlestrange]

What’s the occasion?

[rodolphus-l]

-pops open a bottle of very fine whiskey or s/t- The occasion, little brother, is that I’ve finally been given a mission worthy of our family name. Drink with me!

[rodolphus-l]

lizziewolfe:

-tilts her head to the side a bit when he turns to face her, letting her fingers sorta ~ghost over his stomach before lifting her hand to push her hair over her shoulder- Ah, mutual wanderers. No wonder the two of you make quite a pair. -shifts her chin up the slightest amount when she notices him glancing at her mouth, holding her ground when he steps in closer- As long as you’re keen on sharing, what kind of girl would I be if I turned down an offer like that from such a high ranking man?

-smirks and scoffs a bit at her ‘sharing’ comment, glancing very obviously down at her body and back up again- We’ll see how interested you are in her when I’m done with you. -(bc everything is a silent competition between belladolphus) considers pouncing then and there but then stops to think about the fact that bella would have her nearly begging before doing anything, so he needs to play with his food a bit more before eating it- You see, Bellatrix is too focused on the game of cat and mouse--but once things have really started, she’s already had her fun. She loses interest. -smirks, taking a step forward and leaning into her ear, making sure to whisper with heavy breaths against her skin- I, on the other hand, make damn sure the entire experience is one you won’t be forgetting.

[rodolphus-l]

lizziewolfe:

-smirks a bit- Actually, I think she told me that to get me to stop talking about you. Brought up how lovely I think those eyes of yours are and she told me they were overrated, amongst other things. So, here I am, rather hoping to both get under her skin and under something else entirely. Perhaps even prove her wrong. -smiles reeeaaaal slow, kinda cat like and moves to stand him, placing her glass down and then lifting a hand to his arm and kinda ~trailing her fingers down the tope half of his arm and then across his back- I assumed you were more than enough to keep her from wandering, which should be explanation enough in and of itself.

-raises his eyebrows- Overrated, hm? -broods inwardly over that a bit, shifting in his disposition towards Lizzie purely because he sees this as an opportunity to punish Bella for making such comments, stepping into Lizzie’s space as she trails her fingers over him, his eyes darkening as he looks down at her- I am more than enough to keep her from wandering--I simply allow it so that she won’t have anything to say about my own...extracurriculars. -glances down at her lips, turning to set his glass on the table and step in just an inch closer to her again- Could prove it, though, if you don’t believe me.

[rodolphus-l]

lizziewolfe:

Has she now? Curious. Though, -starts slowly approaching him- fond is a very interesting choice of words. Intrigued is more accurate, I think. -arches a brow a bit, stopping in front of him and running the tip of her finger around the rim of the glass- Obsessive on her part, perhaps. I am genuinely surprised she mentioned me to you seeing how upset she became when I said how lucky she was to have a husband who looked like you. -deliberately trails her eyes over him just being v obvious and big ol’ flirt- I suppose that sparked my curiosity even more. -smirks slowly, knowing she’s gonna probs push a button with her next comment- Especially when she explained that my…assumptions of you were severely overrated. 

-quirks his eyebrow at her when she mentions the two of them talking about him, an amused smirk playing at his lips as he watches her closely, taking note of her flirtatious body language and obvious taunting- Don’t be too flattered. She often brings up those she’s fond of to try and get under my skin--which I imagine is the same reason she opted to tell you I’m overrated. -takes a drink from his glass, keeping his eyes trained on her in that like ~seductive way people do, licking his lips when he brings the glass back down- I imagine you’re the sort of woman who would rather find out for herself than take it on the word of a wandering woman, though. Tell me--what were your assumptions to begin with? 

[rodolphus-l]

lizziewolfe:

-takes a sip and shrugs casually, turning to meander around the room- Merely curious. -sets her drink down to shrug off her cloak, draping it over something she probably shouldn’t, ~~~adjusts her dress, and picks her drink back up and resumes her wandering around the room- Could have guessed she wasn’t, though. No shrieking. No cackling. No screams of torture.

-leans against the bar as she meanders, watching her closely as he sips his brandy, still trying to figure out what on earth she’s doing there alone for no apparent reason, his eyes gliding down her body as she adjusts her dress and he speaks in a dry tone- Yes, well, the house feels quite empty without her and her various hobbies filling the void. -looks down into his glass and up at her again- Hope you’re not too disappointed that it’s just me. Bella’s mentioned how fond you two are of one other...