le grand chevalier.

“ He’s toxic. His smile will poison you. His boyish charm dangerous. The glint in his eyes as he challenges you to do something devious is lethal. ”

[rodolphxsheir]

the butterfly effect | greta & rod

@catchingstarsx

          His shoes were clicking in rhythm, the chilly air indoors running through his tidy hair. Rodolphus walked down the moving stairs trying to find a beeline from Transfiguration to the common room yet with so many obstacles ( or else called, students ) it was hard to navigate without throwing someone off the enchanted-to-move staircases ( which always seemed like the most preferred option ).

          Locks of hair reminding of merciless actions and blood under flames as like materialized in front of him, and for a moment he asked himself a question -- didn’t I get rid of her -- but then he remembered. Control, Rodolphus. “Ah, miss Catchlove,” he greeted with such elegance that no one would even dare to think something had ever happened. “I certainly hope your recovery went splendidly.”

[secondleadclub]

[itwillfinditself]

The monster in my closet is but a mirror.

inspired by inkskinned’s poem (via itwillfinditself)

[k-worlddd]

[allmyliesarewishes]

[words-pics-flicks]

It’s the darker things I find really beautiful.

David Lynch (in ‘Lynch on Lynch’)

[pointlcss]

seo kang joon in hello venus ‘mysterious’ mv

[atrvn]

[seokjinings]

[rodolphxsheir]

NARCISSA BLACK.

When Narcissa wanted the appearance of work without the reality of it, she took a stack of books and papers to the courtyard. The constant chatter could be soothing, when the mood struck her. After the events in Hogsmeade - even in her thoughts, she shied away from the ugliness of attack - a bit of talk seemed in order. Her options book spread open on her lap, Narcissa absently turned pages every now and then despite the fact that she had read none of it. When the talk all died away, her head shaped up in irritation that vanished when she spotted Rodolphus. 

Standing, she walked over to join him. “You can hardly blame them for taking silent in the presence of their superiors, can you?” Her eyes raked the gathered students with thinly veiled disdain. But when she glanced back up at Rodolphus, her expression warmed into genuine pleasure. He was one of the few outside the Black family who had earned her affection. “I’m sure their inane talk will pick up again soon though, if that’s what you’re hoping for.”

          It disgusted him -- that certain people made him lose his mind in different ways. The Black sisters were the three very definitions of what he meant and here the princess was standing, pristine and perfect, untouched and with unbroken, porcelain skin. “You’d believe the filth learned their place.” Rodolphus’  eyes scattered around the grassy area once more only to take in the joy of young wizards and witches avoiding his sight, pretending to read or practice charms when in reality -- shivers went down their spines.

          “I was actually hoping to see you here. I’m afraid we haven’t properly spoken since my last visit at the Black manor. Such a shame, is it not?” he rose his eyebrows, lips curling into the tiniest hint of a smile. “Don’t tell me you’re following the steps of your eldest sister, trying to avoid me because of the inevitable future and certain events.”

[rodolphxsheir]

SELENE AVERY.

     Fresh air, that had been all Selene had wanted, and after a long day of classes she lacked the energy to venture out onto the grounds surrounding the school. So she settled on the Courtyard, which even the brunette was not above admitting was a mistake. As her head rested upon closed fists, she did her best to continue nodding along to the idle chatter of some classmate or another as her attention actively remained upon the pages of a book before her. However, when the noise surrounding her suddenly ceased she glanced up. 

     “Return to your gossip, please. He isn’t going to perform tricks,” she huffed dramatically, collecting her book as she stood. She didn’t cower like the others, her own confidence not even faltering as she strode toward the eldest Lestrange. “Silencing a room with your mere presence, mildly impressive. Clearly I should spend more time around you.” 

          Rodolphus looked at Selene, his eyes taking each and every of her features. A perfect smile formed on his lips, his head tilting just a bit to the side as the chatter in the Courtyard returned to its normal state. To silence masses of people was a skill he was born with -- and it certainly did prove to be useful in quite the number of scenarios.

          “Avery,” Rodolphus greeted, nodding in a respecting manner. “I do believe that is only one of my plethora of skills and talents.” he straightened his back. He certainly wasn’t expecting Selene out of all people standing up to talk with him. “If you so desire, then I believe now is the perfect moment to begin this little ambition of yours.” With the Knights of Walpurgis taking wing and the exhilaration of violence and chaos still in his veins, he extended a hand towards the corridors, suggesting a walk.

[hcmoeroticisms]

                                        spilling B L O O D 

                                          ——————— runs in the family

[kmagazinelovers]

[santiagonex]

[rodolphxsheir]

@tenacities

[yuras-deactivated20260304]

[amixoffics]

the blood will always                               stain                                        my hands

and no matter how much i                  clean                         them the      blood              still                    remains                               under                                       my s   k   i   n

[rodolphxsheir]

          “Of course, Professor Slughorn,“ he graced his Head of House, respectfully and with a charming smile proudly sitting on his face. It is when he turned his heels and heard the Potions professor slowly disappear that his smile melted and he cracked his neck, bones reminding of thunders. Rodolphus stepped in the Courtyard with a confident poise, scanning the area and being greeted by nothing but traumatized students. Such fools.

          “It’s a pity. Wasn’t this supposed to be the place where one’s ears bled from all the unneeded and annoying noises?“