[Fic] Prism (Harry Potter), for chiave_trust
Title: Prism
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Bellatrix, Snape, Lucius, Voldemort
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the creation of J.K. Rowling, not mine.
Request: Madness by chiave_trust
Prism
by monitor screen
Sanity is overrated.
"Crucio."
Such an unreliable concept, subjective at best. Who is to judge if a person has crossed the line of rationality, into the realm of delusions?
The sound of her cackles blends into waves of agony. He thinks about what she may really be seeing as he thrashes at her feet.
Somehow his vision narrows down to her drawn lips, the lines of single-minded desperation - it is no different from that of a child trying to please.
Or a sinner trying to earn penance.
If building a life on knife's edge is not insanity, then neither is she.
---
How the mighty has fallen, he would have loved to say... If the irony is not so bitter.
"Ooh, can't the baby take it anymore?"
At times he does wonder if it is all just a front, dramatics designed to warn them off. Years of marriage has taught him to never underestimate a Black.
But that glint in her eyes is fervent, her superficial malice all-consuming. This is no mere game to her - her entire life is this farce. Everything else was stripped away by the Dementors long ago.
Such a waste, really. She had been quite something.
Yet as he watches her basks in the attention of their master, it occurs to him perhaps this is what it takes to survive the whole mess intact.
---
They do not understand.
"That's enough, my pet."
He knows what they think of her, of his regard for her. They think it is nostalgia, maybe affection even, that keeps her in his court. Or that he has lost enough grasp of reality to not have noticed her eccentricities.
The more fool they.
What constitute of reality anyway? The fragile existence that bows to his every will. Like the fever in her dark eyes, easily swept away with a single glance.
She steps back, smiling sweet and pure.
They do not understand the world shone in her gleaming eyes. The very world that belongs to him, and him alone.
That is the real world.
Comments and critiques welcomed.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Bellatrix, Snape, Lucius, Voldemort
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the creation of J.K. Rowling, not mine.
Request: Madness by chiave_trust
Prism
by monitor screen
Sanity is overrated.
"Crucio."
Such an unreliable concept, subjective at best. Who is to judge if a person has crossed the line of rationality, into the realm of delusions?
The sound of her cackles blends into waves of agony. He thinks about what she may really be seeing as he thrashes at her feet.
Somehow his vision narrows down to her drawn lips, the lines of single-minded desperation - it is no different from that of a child trying to please.
Or a sinner trying to earn penance.
If building a life on knife's edge is not insanity, then neither is she.
---
How the mighty has fallen, he would have loved to say... If the irony is not so bitter.
"Ooh, can't the baby take it anymore?"
At times he does wonder if it is all just a front, dramatics designed to warn them off. Years of marriage has taught him to never underestimate a Black.
But that glint in her eyes is fervent, her superficial malice all-consuming. This is no mere game to her - her entire life is this farce. Everything else was stripped away by the Dementors long ago.
Such a waste, really. She had been quite something.
Yet as he watches her basks in the attention of their master, it occurs to him perhaps this is what it takes to survive the whole mess intact.
---
They do not understand.
"That's enough, my pet."
He knows what they think of her, of his regard for her. They think it is nostalgia, maybe affection even, that keeps her in his court. Or that he has lost enough grasp of reality to not have noticed her eccentricities.
The more fool they.
What constitute of reality anyway? The fragile existence that bows to his every will. Like the fever in her dark eyes, easily swept away with a single glance.
She steps back, smiling sweet and pure.
They do not understand the world shone in her gleaming eyes. The very world that belongs to him, and him alone.
That is the real world.
Comments and critiques welcomed.