[Thread] Cold fire, in the snow.
Characters: Bellatrix Lestrange [OU] and Fei Wong Reed [AU]
Where: In the Commons,.
When: Night, after this discussion.
Summary: Bellatrix and Fei Wong Reed get together to make mischief. Brilliance in the cold.
Warnings: Evil?
Bellatrix crouched in the dark of the night, in the dark of winter. She was dressed in the blue gift of Shukaku's and her eyes shone with the promise of hurt, the promise of magical plans with Fei Wong Reed. The magic of her was hurting inside of her, it needed to be performed on something, somebody, until it shone out of her body like some kind of dark light. The music of her clothing was a slight rustling in the silence of white snow falling. It was so pure.
Toujours Pur. Always pure. The family motto.
Bellatrix sounded the words, released them into the quiet. "Toujours pur. Tojours pur, my darlings..." She whispered, then "Flagrante azule," and there was a fire, a fire burning in the middle of the snow. Not burning anything, but...casting light, casting warmth. Bright blue flames flickered in Bellatrix's face and she stood.
Bellatrix Lestrange stood in the dark, her wand lazily held in her hand, dreaming a dream of pain and punishment.
Where: In the Commons,.
When: Night, after this discussion.
Summary: Bellatrix and Fei Wong Reed get together to make mischief. Brilliance in the cold.
Warnings: Evil?
Bellatrix crouched in the dark of the night, in the dark of winter. She was dressed in the blue gift of Shukaku's and her eyes shone with the promise of hurt, the promise of magical plans with Fei Wong Reed. The magic of her was hurting inside of her, it needed to be performed on something, somebody, until it shone out of her body like some kind of dark light. The music of her clothing was a slight rustling in the silence of white snow falling. It was so pure.
Toujours Pur. Always pure. The family motto.
Bellatrix sounded the words, released them into the quiet. "Toujours pur. Tojours pur, my darlings..." She whispered, then "Flagrante azule," and there was a fire, a fire burning in the middle of the snow. Not burning anything, but...casting light, casting warmth. Bright blue flames flickered in Bellatrix's face and she stood.
Bellatrix Lestrange stood in the dark, her wand lazily held in her hand, dreaming a dream of pain and punishment.