#n-arcissablack

[e-mmavanity-blog1]

☔✿☕

☔: my muses reaction to opening their front door and seeing yours drenched in rain

As soon as the storm kicked up, Emma had been fretting about Narcissa’s arrival. It was an easy walk in most circumstances, though tonight the nightfall had brought with it a nasty storm. She heard a knock on the door and rushed over, finding her lover absolutely drenched. “Oh, Narcissa,” she said, ushering the woman in with a sense of urgency. “Let’s get you out of those clothes, hm?” she said, taking her hand and pulling her towards the bedroom.

✿: my muse’s reaction to leaving a cut on your muse’s body

Emma honestly hadn’t noticed her grip had become so tight, tucked away in the closet as the maid came around to clean Narcissa’s room. How they both had forgotten today was cleaning day was beyond Emma, but once they stepped back into the room, she saw the blood on the woman’s hands, cuts from where her nails dug far too deep into skin. “Oh, darling, I’m so sorry,” she whispered, sure the maid was still somewhere close. “We should get that wrapped up, shouldn’t we?” she asked, gently pulling the woman’s hand up to her lips to press a gentle kiss into the back of it. “I’m sorry,” she murmured again, hating the very idea that she had caused even a little pain for the woman. 

☕: my muse comforting yours after the death of a loved one

Perhaps it was suspicious, for Emma to show up at the Black household so soon after Andromeda’s death. When she received the call from Narcissa, however, she couldn’t imagine leaving the woman alone for much longer. She didn’t know how long she’d been there, curled up in Narcissa’s bed with the woman’s head resting on her own chest. She’d stay there for days if her presence helped the woman even a small amount. A hand gently ran up and down her lover’s back, though she was truly at a loss for words. She knew nothing she could say would make it hurt any less, so she hoped being a shoulder to cry on was something. The loss hadn’t sunk in yet, not for Emma. She knew they were involved in something dangerous, something larger than just themselves. She just never thought sweet, sweet Andi would be taken from them so soon. 

[sun-swallowedme]

⚰ (for kingsley!! i'm not expecting legit angst i just want to know what james' reaction would be)

⚰: my muse’s reaction to watching yours die from afar

It was hard for James, to see his wife so upset.

Lily had always been fond of Kingsley, and James had done his best to grow comfortable with that over the years-no easy task, as James was certain the cop didn’t even tolerate him after all these years. But Lily, Lily loved him, so James sucked it up, and did his best to play nice with the man. He held Harry a bit closer to his chest for a moment, cradling his small child as he waited his wife to return home from a visit to Kingsley’s sick bed. He might not mourn the man himself, but he knew the loss would cut Lily deep.

[gxdhoods-blog]

🍸✈

introduction ask meme.

🍸: for our muses having a drink together

nothing but the best, but of course - dripping diamonds off the edges of glasses and wine as red as blood staining it; call it normalcy for the both of them. two faces of the same coin, all perfect smiles pressed onto lips and tongues of silver behind it. 

a sip. there is both caution and comfort in being around things that remind you too much of yourself. 

“and to what do i owe this dear pleasure?” said smoothly, knows it’s never personal. never pleasure. strictly business, at least for him. her, on the other hand - maybe this is where we can draw a difference. 

“if you’re looking for emma, i would imagine you’re well aware that she’s not at the manor this weekend. though if you’d like, i could call her over for dinner - i’m sure we’d both love the company.” 

✈: if your muse could relive one day of their life, when would it be?

by default, i think he would say some shit like he’s lived every day of his life perfectly so he wouldn’t need to relive one but - 

maybe just a moment. his mother teaching him how to play the piano and listening as he played one of her favouite pieces perfectly for the first time.