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"It is absurd to divide people into g o o d and b a d. People are either charming or tedious." Rodolphus Lestrange. Death Eater. Brother. Husband. Part of the Vita Et Mors Roleplay Group

[dogstvr-blog]

"They won’t die," Her response, although firm, was no match to the venom he had been spitting at her. "I wouldn’t be surprised," Lily was trying not to let her speech be ridden with fear, for she knew that it would simply give another triumph on Rodolphus’ side. "But a public terror attack, no prior planning or permission so early on in the game? No control, have you?”

[rodolphxs-blog]

"Oh they won't, will they?" he snickered, stepping towards the girl. "Perhaps maybe you're right, they won't, because they're already dead." He could hear the terror in her voice, the pain behind the words that came out so fiercely. Rodolphus loved it; he fed off it. "I have plenty of control, sweetheart," the man smiled, lifting his hand to play with a strand of hair that fell over her shoulder, "hence why I haven't done so yet."

[thefallxndogstar-blog]

"You don’t have to remind me of that, Roddy. I wouldn’t be so sure, the names are quite creative and hold a bit of a punch. You’d probably bruise easily."

"I think you’re the one that knows more about insanity than I do. After all you are married to Bella." Sirius snickered around a smirk . "Oh I am counting on it."

[rodolphxs-blog]

"I'm no peach, Black. I honestly don't know why I'm still here -- "

" -- you're going to have to try a little harder if you want to keep me around." Rodolphus raised an eyebrow at the young man, a thought striking him. "What's the likes of you doing in Knockturn Alley anyway? I'd have thought your precious teachers at Hogwarts would've warned you away from it."

[devestazione-blog1]

"I’m in charge, here. I determine what you do and don’t need to know. Deal with it.” Amycus ignored the man’s annoying little quirks as much as was humanly possible, increasing his pace to surpass Rodolphus’, so as to walk two steps ahead of the man. Completely unintentionally, of course. He barely heard the retort, and yet by this point, the younger man was about ready to burst. 

"…What did you say?"

[rodolphxs-blog]

A flicker of amusement fuelled his smile once he picked up on the tone of the younger man's voice. Rodolphus couldn't help but snicker as he continued onward without a word, keeping his thoughts to himself for the first time in his life. He looked around, thankful for the sunglasses in the otherwise irritating light outside before stopping, smirking at Amycus.

"Oh, I didn't say anything, Carrow. Seems like I'm not the only one here with voices in my head. Do carry on."

[rodolphxs-blog]

familiarity || rodolphus & andromeda

"Storm the house. Take the father. Kill anyone who gets in your way."

His orders echoed in his mind, reminding him of exactly what the Dark Lord had demanded be done to the Tonks household. Only himself and Evan had been sent on such a mission, thus Rodolphus deemed it as an easy one. Both men were powerful, capable soldiers, but the fact that a woman and child were the main concern with how this mission should fail seemed like a joke to him. How could either of them be bested by a toddler or her mother? It was a one man job, and the Lestrange wasn't going to stand for having his abilities doubted.

Steam escaped from his nostrils like an angered dragon as he rubbed his hands together in order to keep them warm. While their robes obscured their physical forms and distinguishing features, the cloaks that the Death Eaters wore were anything but warm. Thankfully he could see the house in the near-distance, the moonlight reflecting off the windows like stars. Not a sound could be heard around them, and Rodolphus' mouth curved into a malicious grin; not yet, at least.

What happened next was c h a o s.

Both Death Eaters stormed the house, Evan taking on the front half whilst Rodolphus made his way in through the back. The two of them swept across the house in perfect tandem, meeting in the middle of the ground floor before climbing the stairs. Neither said a word to the other - they didn't have to; the two of them knew the other better than any brother. It was what happened to the soldiers who'd worked together for too long, they'd become so accustomed to each others' perfect movements that they could anticipate the next one.

Kicking open the door to the master bedroom, Rodolphus' eyes scanned it before heading towards a wardrobe at the opposite end of the room. It was just about big enough for a woman to hide in, and despite his orders, the thrill of murder was too much for him to merely ignore them.

"I'd be lying if I told you this wouldn't hurt."

[wnq-writers]

I am guilty, just like every human is of romanticising their pain by using pretty and cleverly worded metaphors to somehow make the heartache seem remarkable. The words wrap our wounds in silk ribbons; beautifully dressed, but its not gonna stop the bleeding.

Adam Zucconi  (via wordsnquotes)

[dogstvr-blog]

"I’ve been told that for seven years now, and I can tell you for a fact that it’s getting old and definitely not being listened to," She snapped back. "Really, you would? In front of all these people?" Lily plucked up the courage to answer back, instead of following what her mind had been telling her that she should just turn her heel and leave. "What would that make you look like?”

[rodolphxs-blog]

❝ And that's also why your friends are dying, deary, ❞ he cooed in a more excited tone. ❝ But I'm disappointed, Evans - you really think I wouldn't do something just because I'm in front of a crowd? You underestimate my talents, darling. ❞ He chuckled to himself, clapping his hands together like a child as she challenged him, enjoying himself far too much to prove the remainder of his sanity. ❝ It would make me look unstoppable; it would simply prove my power. ❞

[devestazione-blog1]

"Since it became necessary. What part of don’t question me don’t you understand?” Amycus rolled his eyes, barely managing to contain his irritation at the man’s incessant whining. “Please - I’m not your lapdop, Lestrange.”

[rodolphxs-blog]

❝ I'll question you all I like. I prefer to know what I'm dealing with rather than idly following the likes of you anywhere without warning, Carrow. ❞ Rodolphus flicked his hair to fall just over the top of the shades, walking swiftly beside his new companion. While he questioned everything and irritated those he worked with, Rod knew better than to simply disobey. ❝ We'll see about that part though, won't we? ❞ he murmured, allowing his words to trail off as he picked up his pace, hands itching to grab at his wand.

[tarjeimoe]

Jack Falahee in Lily & Kat

[le-belle-lestrange-deactivated2]

Bellatrix’s eyes slightly narrowed at his change of tone, it must have been the other Death Eaters’ influence: Avery, Malfoy, Rosier. The hubris of those uncultured beings were only rivaled by their recklessness. And now, Rodolphus has caught on. He would have been on his knees by now if this was during their younger years.

"The Dark Lord has a few spells he invented, and he would love to have a volunteer."

"Oh, I wouldn’t doubt that. Whatever ‘good side’ I had surely has been eradicated by your constant plebeian presence." I’m surprised I’m even sane, she added on mentally, but bit her tongue from speaking out. She was not in a mood to engage in another pointless argument with the man; right now, she just wanted to rest, after a long day at the Ministry. She never should have came here, let alone stayed.

Yes, why did she stay? Bellatrix crinkled her eyebrows. The crowd, the smell, the atmosphere, Rodolphus — they had only made her more disdainful toward and exhausted at the stupidity of the world. And now, she has unwittingly entrapped herself in a exasperating conversation she couldn’t get out of.

She leaned back on her seat, pretending to think over Rodolphus’ words. After a while, she considered her reply carefully. “Your definition of ‘rewards’ consist of two things, Rodolphus. Liquor—” Bellatrix tipped her glass meaningfully, “—or whores.” She wrinkled her nose in disgust, “None of which I am particularly interested in. What is your fascination with this Armand, anyway? A rejected lover, perhaps?” She snorted unceremoniously, downing the remainder of the firewhiskey in one go.

[rodolphxs-blog]

❝ And if you think that's a threat to me, you really are mistaken. ❞

❝ Oh don't grace me with such an honorary role, Bellatrix. You know damn well that both of our 'goodness' was long gone before either of us met. It's how I've managed to put up with you so long, clearly. ❞ If there was one thing Rodolphus hated, it was optimists. It came under his seemingly never-ending bracket of 'pointless things', all of which he condemned himself for thinking about whenever the time arose.

In retaliation to her accusations, Rod furrowed his eyebrows. That wasn't all he was about, was it? ❝ I can't remember the time I found myself a good whore, Bellatrix, let alone the last time I had a good fuck. If you really want to reduce me to both of those things, then perhaps I won't bother asking for your assistance. ❞ As his partner on many missions, Rodolphus had come to rely on Bellatrix just as he had done Rosier - his only companion worthy of the status of friend.

❝ A rejected lover, Bellatrix... well, wouldn't you know all about that you little sour puss. ❞

[le-belle-lestrange-deactivated2]

"Oh my, you are getting braver every day. We shall have to remedy that, no?"

She smirked at Rodolphus’ assertions. “Why, how incredibly observant of you to notice my talent,” Bellatrix crossed her arms, sarcasm dripping from her voice. However, as she continued, her eyes darkened, “Hence I suggest you stay on my good side, my dear husband.”

Armand Higgett. The name was vaguely familiar, and she did not make an effort to recall details about the man. But then again, Bellatrix rarely took an interest in Rodolphus’ childish dealings unless it directly concerned the Dark Lord. The muggle, whoever he was, was only unnecessary trouble for her if she gets involved.

”You — following the Ministry's restraining order? Since when did that happen?” Bellatrix laughed bitterly at the sudden irony. “I like this…obedience in you, Rodolphus. I guess you were just a scared little mommy's boy after all.”

[rodolphxs-blog]

❝ Oh, we most certainly shall my darling, how do you propose we fix that? ❞

❝ Nobody could ever get on your good side - I think after all these years I think it's right to doubt that you even have one. ❞

While Rodolphus barely dealt with muggles, this one in particular had been the one to get in between him and his only love: alcohol. It had started out with a simple spat that had been blown out of proportion, only for it to turn out that the sod was a dirty squib.

❝ You know me, Bella, as much as I'm drawn to a challenge, unnecessary Ministry dealings are not my cup of tea. You for one, work there - I on the other hand have nothing keeping me from earning myself a ticket to Azkaban if I go anywhere near the place. You'll be handsomely rewarded, I can assure you of that. ❞

[dogstvr-blog]

"I wasn’t complaining, I was merely stating my thoughts,” Thinking out loud had always been a bad habit of hers. “Oh please, you talk as if if I walked out of here someone would come up and hex me. Even if that was true, I think I’d have the means of protecting myself,” Lily argued. She didn’t even know why she was carrying out this conversation with such an unpleasant person. 

[rodolphxs-blog]

❝ Your thoughts are not needed in this part of the world, dear, please go find somewhere else to inflict yourself. ❞ He furrowed his brows, looking at the young woman with a doubtful gaze. She wasn't worth his wand anyway. ❝ Perhaps you won't even have to walk out of here to get hexed, sweetie, maybe I'll save someone else the trouble and do it now. ❞

[devestazione-blog1]

"Take these sunglasses. Pop your collar and follow me. Ask questions later."

[rodolphxs-blog]

❝ Since when was subtlety ever your thing, Carrow? ❞ Rodolphus began to complain as he strode forward, doing as the younger man had instructed. ❝ I'll ask questions when I like - to which you'll give me the answers I require. ❞

[thefallxndogstar-blog]

"My dear Roddy I don’t think you could handle the names we’ve managed to come up with. It would bruise what little ego you do have. Well being a mongrel is more acceptable than being insane."

"That’s a little assumptive, don’t you think? I don’t think I’m losing anything any time soon, I wouldn’t worry too much about that."

[rodolphxs-blog]

❝ I'm not your dear, Black. As for my ego, I don't think that's anything that could possibly be bruised by the likes of you. ❞ 

❝ What would you understand about insanity though?❞

Rodolphus quirked an eyebrow, tilting his head just slightly toward the boy. ❝ Oh I wouldn't count on that. ❞

[rodolphxs-blog]

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[alectochosesdeath-deactivated20]

The moment Rodolphus left the table, Alecto watched on curiously. She chewed on her bottom lip, the current of excitement creeping up as she watched the wizard do his work. It might have been a smug bastard but he did know what he was doing, she had to silently give him credit for that. She was learning a lot just from watching him, her style was brutal and unforgiving, simple and quick. She was slowly beginning to understand she could take her time and still obtain the same amount of pleasure. Alecto couldn’t tell exactly what was going on but it was simple, appearing as if Rodolphus had just bumped into the woman, and then apparated back to his chair. Alecto merely glimpsed at him, her brown eyes widening slightly when the woman began to convulse. "I am so turned on right now." Alecto muttered.

[rodolphxs-blog]

Arrogant since the day he was born, Rodolphus only confirmed his permission to be so when he killed. His wand had taken more lives than he could count, and his bare hands just as many; there was a reason the Dark Lord had chosen him, and he would not disappoint.

Allowing his eyes to creep back to the young woman beside him, he allowed a smirk to cross the corner of his mouth as she complimented his work. ❝ I thought you preferred your women alive, ❞ he murmured, shrugging off his cloak as the barmaid came to pour him a fresh glass. He thanked her quietly and turned himself to fully face the fledgeling Death Eater, attempting to be social for the first time in years. ❝ But thank you - though the offer still stands. Maybe if you kill the redhead in a way I approve of, I might even buy you that drink you wanted. ❞

[le-belle-lestrange-deactivated2]

”’Thankful’?” Bellatrix echoed, a shrill laughter escaping her lips. “I guess I should be ‘thankful’, since you have oh-so-kindly kept that ugly nose of yours out of my affairs.”

”Really? You don’t need me?” Bellatrix tilted her head, feigning a tone that was more bored mockery than genuine confusion, “Why, what led you to that conclusion?”

She folded her hands on her lap, and leaned back in her seat. Her eyes, which had been examining the vase in the display case behind Rodolphus, were now fixed on him. “But, if you could satisfy my curiosity, what is this favor that you desperately need, that compelled you to burst out from that dark shell of yours and ask me?”

[rodolphxs-blog]

❝ That's much more like it, isn't it? ❞ he told her with a wink, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled sharply.

❝ I've never needed you, Bellatrix, ❞ he said flatly - after all, their marriage had come after his father's death and his respects had been paid solely to his mother upon this ghastly marriage. ❝ Anything I do with you I could do alone, I just choose to hang around because you're the only one competent enough to kill efficiently. ❞

Rodolphus chuckled. ❝ I need someone taken care of, someone I've been restricted from getting to. Armand Higgett, the owner of that disastrous muggle winery in town - I want him dead. The problem is, the ministry found him just before I did and thus have had their eyes on me for the past week. ❞

[dogstvr-blog]

"I didn’t exactly ask for advice, did I?" She said right back, eyes narrowing slightly. "I’d rather not have some sort of full page spread to myself. There are far better things to be written about. And of course, you’d think it all to be newsworthy." Lily decided not to comment on the last note, although it irked her, simply crossing her arms, clearly not amused.

[rodolphxs-blog]

❝ Then why complain? ❞ Rodolphus shrugged - his hands were itching to kill the mudblood that spoke to him, though he knew that this one was being saved for a later date. Why Evans, he wondered, nobody knew, but it was of the highest importance that she was kept alive. ❝ If you don't like what's going on, you'd better start walking around blindfolded - it isn't just the newspapers that contain all of this 'stuff' as you call it, it's all around you. ❞