rabastan lestrange

| Pureblood | 26 | Auror | Death Eater | Rabastan Lestrange | Slytherin | Brother | Traitor |

[prodigious--skill]

It’s worth noting that not many things in life shock her anymore. Violence and debauchery are now so deeply embedded into every facet of Bellatrix Prewett’s existence that she doubts she’ll ever come across any sight worth batting an eye over, not even in her line of business.

Finding Rabastan fuckin’ Lestrange at a crowded McDonald’s was a whole other story. It’s something that bypasses jadedness altogether and jumps straight into a sort of grim acceptance she’s finally come to terms with. When she realizes his is the only table with a free seat in the entire restaurant, she’s not surprised. The universe, it seems, is hell bent on throwing her together with the same man who’d very nearly cost her both her personal freedom and a £300,000 paycheck. If not McDonald’s today, she’s sure she would have run into him outside a gas station tomorrow, or in line to buy movie tickets the week after that, such was their luck. 

But let it never be said that Bellatrix doesn’t stop every now and again to humor fate.

“Don’t mind if I do,” she replies, dropping down into the seat in front of him along with her own tray of food. Then with all the bravado of someone who’s far more comfortable with the situation than she should be, Bellatrix reaches out a hand clad in fingerless leather gloves and snatches away Rabastan’s fry, smearing it against the trail of ice cream. She plucks it in her mouth and chews slowly. “Huh,” she speaks up after a moment’s pause. “That’s not half bad, actually.”

[thatotherlestrange-blog]

Rabastan sort of just... stops, frozen for an instance in time when he hears that all too familiar voice pierce through the every-day monotony with all the elegance and lilt of a screeching banshee.

*A lovely one.

"Bells.” His gaze zooms beyond his fry to stare, googly eyed, at the woman making to sit down across from him. If Rabastan were any less surprised, there might have been less surprise in his voice. But there is mostly only surprise in his voice.

Whenever this happens (given that he’s not the one to spot her first), Rabastan always has to take a moment to stop and appreciate the beauty of the universe. Or rather to take in the absolute sight Bella is, her hair windswept, her smile breathtaking and her eyes glittering (with  m a l i c e).

He watches, confused when she plucks his fry from his nerveless fingertips. Even more confused (apprehensive now, not that he knows it) when she swipes a line across his melted ice-cream. And then the innocent man is forcibly thrown from his bewilderment when she brings it to her mouth and  e a t s   i t.

Rabastan’s mouth opens. It’s already open, actually. He closes it instead. He opens it again.

“B e l l s.” A wide smile splits his face, an expression that fits him to a T, and yet might be truly terrifying all the same (to anyone other than Bellatrix probably), “It’s good to see you.”

His gaze does not flicker once to the drink sitting innocuously on her tray. Not once.

[thatotherlestrange-blog]

Large fries and a chocolate sundae. Without the sauce. Or the peanuts. Or just any toppings. This. This is the life.

He peers for a moment at the teenager who is staring at him- there’s a stupefied look on her face as she watches him shovel ice-cream onto his fries. He winks. The kid flushes and looks away. Rabastan dunks more fries into his ice-cream.

“Seat’s not taken,” he says preemptively when someone stops in front of him, not even looking at them in favour of trying to catch a trail of melted ice-cream.

[purebloodperfection]

January 7, 1982 Twilfitt and Tatting’s Open

“Um… Wow! Thank you. You know precisely how to make a person’s day.” 

[thatotherlestrange-blog]

He waits until the person’s gone before speaking, idly looking at a colour swatch and then swapping it with another. “That’s the most forced thing I’ve heard from anyone all day. Everything been okay?”

[abxnes]

“Merlin, this queue is far too long for five thirty in the morning. I’m desperate for caffeine today though - work’s even more mad this week, if you can believe that.

"And what’s dragged you out of bed this early, hmm?”

[thatotherlestrange-blog]

“Life in all its bright sunshine and festive cheer.” The sky takes this moment to rumble, threateningly. “Here for the same reason as you, I think.” Rabastan makes a face, “Though I’ve been at work all morning already. Came out for a break and for coffee. Guess we can walk back, whenever we get to the end of this queue here.”

There’s another rumble. And then. Quite without ceremony. A downpour. Ahahah, right, well, raining times. Welcome to England. At least there’s no frost.

“Well the weather’s looking up.”

[thatotherlestrange-blog]

HAPPY 1ST OF DECEMBER! I hope your day has been good and that this whole month will be good for you :)

Okay so this is 10 days late BUT OMG THANK YOU. thank. ;-;

/tacklehuggles

it’s christmas break soon so i can live that long. just. two more weeks. D= hopefully the rest of the month is going to be good for you too!

[rogeliocruz-deactivated20160810]

“Long enough to see that the poor guy is miserable; d’you think it would be bad if I got a second owl?”

[thatotherlestrange-blog]

“Can’t hurt, go ahead and buy him.” Her. It. They all looked the same. “Owls are going to be happier if they have company anyway.”

[porcelaindagger]

“Mine is ‘don’t get into any bar fights’; I just couldn’t think of anything better, honestly.”

[thatotherlestrange-blog]

“No, it’s a good one,” well that’s a lie, “If you think you can do it, go for it. So the resolution still going strong then?”

[greenfingcrs-blog]

“Oh, Shit!” Tilden grimaced, looking around for his friend (and carefully avoiding eye contact with the older man.) “Uhhh, sorry, Lestrange.”

[thatotherlestrange-blog]

“Hey, don’t worry about it. So what are you here looking for, anyway?”

[chxtos-deactivated20180305]

In an instant, he recognizes the voice. “No, get out, Lestrange.” Oscar mutters, though his usual hostility isn’t present in his voice. He knows Rabastan, and he’s always actually liked him, more or less. “What’s a rich bastard like you doing at an inn, anyway?” 

[thatotherlestrange-blog]

He blinks. The kid knows him? What? Another glance, beyond the bedhair, and he realizes the connection. Ahah.

“Sightseeing on the lives of the common folk,” he answers cheerfully. Well that is certainly one version of the truth. He'd abandoned the mansion last night in favour of spending the early hours of the morning wandering a park. Going back still didn’t feel like a very good option. “That, and," he adds, seriously, "I'm on the run fearing for my life from my sister in law.”

While he's joking(?), he might not actually be joking.

[thatotherlestrange-blog]

What's your favorite thing about Amycus?

“I suppose I’ve known him since we were children. His dedication can certainly be attested to. His loyalty. I know that it’s something I aspire to, certainly. I think he could be someone great, one day. And I’ve always admired the relationship between him and his twin. It’s rather rare to see relationships as close as that nowadays.”

“Of course if you’re asking on a more particular basis, there are more answers I could give~ I do love the sound of his voice, one of my ‘favourite’ things about him, as you were asking about; you should hear the way he moans in bed, like a whore begging to be taken. It is particularly exquisite. That and… well, you’ve never seen him with my hands pressed against his throat, now that is a sight to commit to memory. I don’t think he does ever get rid of the marks afterwards. It’s rather adorable.”

[lionheartmarlene]

“Fine then, come and join me, get a drink, take a few moments to sit in awkward silencce. Or you could just tell me what you want and I won’t have to spend an more time with you than necessary.”

[thatotherlestrange-blog]

“I will take that invitation gladly. Is it impossible that I’m here simply because I want to be?”

To be honest, yes.

[greenfingcrs-blog]

flourish and blotts, diagon alley 5th january 1982 1pm

“Hang on, what did you say we were looking for again? I totally blanked, sorry!” He turned away from the shelves to face his companion, his expression bashful.

[thatotherlestrange-blog]

“I think your companion might have left you already,” Rabastan answers dryly, and looks at Tilden, “I’m certainly not him.”

[lionheartmarlene]

“I could still feel the judgement. What do you want?”

[thatotherlestrange-blog]

“I’m being wrongfully accused,” he complains,  “Give a man some slack now and then. For someone who only wanted to join you, I’m feeling rather hapless.”

[chxtos-deactivated20180305]

January 12, 1982 Three Broomsticks Inn 2:04 PM

One day. Just one day, he’d wanted to be away from the pack and spend the day by himself, which was precisely why Oscar found himself in one of the rooms at the Three Broomsticks. And he’d managed to fall asleep once the bar had died down, though now someone was rudely waking him up with their unwelcome, uninvited presence. “Can I help you? Guy can’t sleep in for once?” 

[thatotherlestrange-blog]

“Nah, just thought I was meant to have booked this room.” Rabastan looks again at the number on the door. Yeah. He shrugs and swings into a chair, dumping the coat under his arm on a table, “Guess we can share.”

[rogeliocruz-deactivated20160810]

January 7, 1982 Eyelop’s Owl Emporium  11:45 AM

“Don’t think that tawny one likes being looked at; he’s been giving every passerby the stink-eye for ages.”

[thatotherlestrange-blog]

“And how long have you been standing here?”

[gwengreengrass-blog]

{The Brothers Lestrange} 

{Rodolphus & Rabastan Aesthetic} 

{ @rabastan-lestrange-fatosrp, @thegreatlestrange }

[thatotherlestrange-blog]

@lexstrange

[lionheartmarlene]

6th January 1982 Hogs Head

“I may be alone and drinking to excess but that doesn’t give you permission to judge me.”

[thatotherlestrange-blog]

“Ah, but I haven’t even said anything yet.”