Lucinda Talkalot

Holyhead Harpy ~ Death Eater "I don't mind living in a man's world as long as I can be a woman in it."

[likeasummer]

5 | 75 flawless human being - tamsin egerton

[notsolittlecissy-blog]

The art of being a socialite

[notsolittlecissy-blog]

Narcissa smiled, kindly. It was easy to forget how different their pasts were when Lucinda fit in like she’d done nothing else before. She looked like she fit in. Especially when they walked into the grand hall of the Black estate, or when they walked down the high end streets of Diagon Alley, and it was easy to forget that Lucinda hadn’t had the same upbringing that Narcissa had. But she was pureblooded, blonde and beautiful and Cissa was determined to make her feel at home.

She places her hands on Lucinda’s shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze. “You shouldn’t worry”, she said while lowering her head to Lucy’s position. She looked at her reflection for a second before finding Lucinda’s eyes, smiling in a - what she hoped - soothing manner. “All those big names you’re talking about… they’re really quite dull.” Narcissa laughed, straightening again. “The hard part is acting like you’re interested. Trust me. Besides, you’ve got nothing to worry about. Look at you!” she gestured to Lucy’s reflection. “You look the part, perfectly.”

[txlkalot]

It was a relief to know she wasn't going to face the 'big names' by herself. By her side she had Narcissa. Narcissa belonged to the house of Black, she was a society favorite and above all else loved by many. If Lucinda had the approval of this specific woman she was bound to enter the good graces of this crowd. That, and her mother was, apparently, a fan of the Harpies. She only hope everyone else had at least heard of her team if they didn't follow Quidditch.

"I know, I know.." Lucinda admired herself in the vanity before turning to face Narcissa. "You did an excellent job, as usual. I should me paying you for this." She then stood up to get a good look of her dress. The material seemed to sparkle against her fair skin, bringing her to life with each step she took. "Do you think any of them have seen a Quidditch game? If they actually know who I am I would be a bit more easy."

[txlkalot]

Doing This || Lucy and Maya

[mayazabini]

Maya was all to happy to oblige. She shimmed out of her shirt and proceeded to relieve Lucy of hers as well.

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[txlkalot]

Sitting up, Lucinda used the her finger buried in the dark locks to pull Maya's face away from the hem of her skirt. Their lips crushed passionately together, but not for long. Soon she was trailing down her tanned body as well. The shirt Maya wore was deliberately ripped open due to the blonde's impatience and her plump lips pressed to her newly revealed skin, tongue licking at the flesh just before sucking. Small love bites left a trail in her wake. As her lips so diligently worked on the other her fingers nimbly popped open the button of her jeans only so she could slip a hand in, pass the panties. Fingertips brushing against against her teasingly.

[phoenixscrapbook]

Gemma on a rare outing, journaling in a local cafe.

Taken by Lucinda Talkalot, who was there to meet her.

Circa 1978

[txlkalot]

[txlkalot]

—Pulling away to collect her things she then leaned in, pecking Maya’s lips once more— Lead the way, Zabini.

[mayazabini]

Maya takes Lucy’s wrist and turns on the spot and soon enough the two women were in her living room. She pushed Lucy up against the wall and began kissing her with fury....

[txlkalot]

It all happened so fast. One second they were sitting down, reading the paper in a public setting and the next they were in Maya's flat, lips flushed against each other, and fingers entangled in each other's hair. A grunt fell from her lips as she was forced up against the wall, allowing the other to take full control seeing as this was all new to her.

Lucinda laughed against Maya's lips, amused by her statement. "I'm a little preoccupied. Don't think I need a drink right now."

Soon her back was no longer pressed to the hard surface, now resting against the couch that was only a few feet away. Lucinda's hands slid from the back of Maya's head, freely running her palms over her curves. She didn't even bother answering her questions, responding with her actions instead as she began tugging on the brunette's shirt to remove it.

[txlkalot]

Have I been opposed to all the jumps you attempted to jump my bones in the past? I quite lip your lips, especially when they’re against mine.

[mayazabini]

Do you wanna, you know, get out of here?

I can give you many more reasons to love my lips…

[txlkalot]

--Pulling away to collect her things she then leaned in, pecking Maya's lips once more-- Lead the way, Zabini.

[notsolittlecissy-blog]

The art of being a socialite

It was, the the world of the elite pureblood society, just another day. Except it wasn’t. Not for Narcissa at least, for tonight was the first night she would have the role of hostess. Not alone, of course, but alongside her fiancée. They would present a united front, spokespeople for the conservatively political pureblood views that were spreading further and further. The pamphlets and the speeches worked magic on the people. Or perhaps they were afraid of the events that lay behind the talk. Perhaps they knew that the conservatives held a high amount of Death Eaters. But how could they? Narcissa hardly knew them all. She didn’t really keep track; it didn’t interest her. Politics in general were quite dull, and the risk of joining the Dark Lord’s ranks just… didn’t appeal to her. She supported him, of course, but from afar. Her fiancée however did not, and tonight was an opportunity for him to seem calm and collected in front of the masses.

Lucius wasn’t present at the moment. He was away, doing god knows what, so Narcissa had asked Lucinda to come and prepare with her. She really enjoyed their new found friendship. Lucinda was different to her other friends. Edgier, more prone to danger. It was a breeze of fresh air. And of course, the pleasure of dressing Lucy in her own designs was immense. 

"Sit still," sighed Cissa once more as she tried to brush Lucinda’s hair: the quest on making a quidditch player look like a socialite. The other blonde stirred slightly, and Cissa let her hands fall to her side. "What’s the matter, Lucy? Are you nervous about something?" 

[txlkalot]

One month, that's all it took. One month after setting aside years of feelings of pure repulse and a genuine friendship had formed between the two pure blood witches. They had spent said month forming a bond over fashion choices and even boy talk, like any other mundane friendship between two girls. Lucinda was almost certain it wouldn't last more than a week, but she was more than happy to be wrong and slightly impressed. Upon being invited to Narcissa event she practically rushed to the House of Black, an action she never expected from herself.

Patiently, Lucinda sat in Narcissa's chair as her friend worked wonders on her. Sure she had been through this on many occasions, long before the platonic bond formed between the two, but on this specific day she kept fidgeting in the seat. Her fingers fumbled, body twitched -- for the first time in her life she was nervous. Excitement racked her body as well, the mixture almost irritating to her.

"Yes." The word shot out of her mouth before she was able to stop herself, create a lie that would explain her behavior. "I've been to events before, many events for various occasions, but..." Looking in the vanity set before her her gaze drifted from her own face to that of her stylist. "This event is going to be a huge deal. Fame from Quidditch is lovely, most people adore Quidditch, but here I'm going to finally get to meet a few big names I haven't had the chance to. You're family has quite a few connections that I've needed."

[david-weasley]

I cannot do that. Pudding and me are a forbidden love. We can over have a few romantic rendezvous a year.

[txlkalot]

Weasley, go away. I'm not in the mood for your horrendous humor.

[gem-gemma]

Did some one say something about a function?

[gem-gemma]

The dress. Alright, I’ve got this.

How about this one? -she spins around in a simple yellow dress and the skirts spin out around her-

But thats the thing Luc, I don’t take my pureblood status seriously. I’d much rather be reading a book, or- doing anything than going to these events really.

[txlkalot]

Better, but it's not the one. Try on the red, I think it would look marvelous with your skin tone.

You don't have to take it seriously, but you have to make them believe you do. In their eyes you were the one that screwed up when you were in no way the one to blame for it. It's the damn hat's fault if anything. 

[mayazabini]

Maya laughs and returns Lucy’s enthusiasm. I just thought you’d changed your mind s’all. We always seemed to get interrupted.

You’re gorgeous.

[txlkalot]

Have I been opposed to all the times you attempted to jump my bones in the past? I quite lip your lips, especially when they’re against mine.

[txlkalot]

What happened to Charlotte?

We were playing by the lake at her summer home. She was never a good swimmer. Her mum warned us on many occasions not to run by the water, but she always failed at following rules. She slipped into the water and drowned... I couldn't get to her on time. Nobody could.

[txlkalot]

WORDS FOR THOUGHT 37. Excluding romantic love, when was the last time you told someone you loved them? Who were they to you?

Her name was Charlotte and she was a magnificent creature. I was five years old when we met and she stole my heart almost immediately. Day in and day out we spent our time together; vanquishing dragons and taking turns being the damsel in distress. She was the better knight, of course. She always preferred to be the knight in shining armor, but claimed I had to learn how to be a hero every now and then rather than being the one rescued all the time. Our parents weren’t very close, but she was the best friend anyone could ever have

I remember it clearly, the last time I said those three words because they were meant for her. The only problem was they weren’t spoken directly to her because she was no longer with me. She was merely a specter, haunting me every step of the way. I spoke the words directly to her grave. “I love you.”

That was the last time I ever sincerely used that short sentence. Although, our bond was far from that of romance I truly did love her. Like the sister I never had. I still love her to this day. Unfortunately, I no longer have that one person to push me to be the hero and so I’ll settle for villain since I'm no longer interested in being the damsel.

[mayazabini]

The great Zabini. You make em sound like one of those god awful muggle magicians.

Are we finally going to do this?

[txlkalot]

You talk far too much and I'm here practically throwing myself at you. Shut up and kiss me already. --Both hands rose to cup the sides of Maya's face, pulling the brunette in so their lips planted firmly against each other--

[david-weasley]

I haven’t seen it happen on that many occasions. In fact, pudding is on my side not yours. Pudding and me get on so well Talkalot!

[txlkalot]

Then why don't you go and add on some poundage by stuffing your face with some pudding.

[gem-gemma]

Did some one say something about a function?

[gem-gemma]

I have to try them all on?

Oh, so that is why they always seem to tear on me. Here I was thinking it was because I was a Hufflepuff…

[txlkalot]

Not all of them, but you keep trying on dresses until you find the dress. Do you understand or should I explain to you how important this is?

Oh, it's definitely because you were a puff, but also because you don't hold fashion in high regards. You want to prove them wrong for ever doubting you? You show them just how much you take your pureblood status seriously. You go to that event looking like the pretty little thing that I know you're capable of being and shove their shitty comments down their throats. Just tell yourself you're better than them because it's more than likely true.

[david-weasley]

Oh, just waiting to hear how the harpies will beat the pretty teeth out my mouth. Then I will no longer be here.

[txlkalot]

You've seen it happen on many occasion. I don't need to say anything. Proof is in the pudding, Weasley.

[mayazabini]

Well you didn’t test me, I could be an Order member in disguise.

Of course then I’d have to kill myself for being totally and utterly stupid. And if you hit her with your broom I would literally pay to see that. Maybe I’ll hire you to take out the people I don’t like, but then I’d never get the chance to see you, would I?

She pauses.

I’d take the compliment, Ms. Talkalot, I don’t give them out freely.

[txlkalot]

Don't make me laugh, Maya. I'm attempting to be serious right now.

That seems like an awful lot of work for little ol' me. I mean, I can go along and hex every single person on my hit list, but something tells me you dislike quite a lot of people and that means days spent away from home. --A grin formed on her lips and she leaned in closer-- We can't have that. You'll miss me too much. Oh, and I do accept your compliment. I accept it graciously because I know not many would follow. It's not everyday the great Zabini praises me.