Diamonds {Bellatrix/Narcissa}
Disclaimer, nothing's mine but the plot! Warning: Blackcest, yay! Anyway, this is my first mafor-ish blackcest piece, so please read and review!!!
She was so beautiful- a princess in her thick, luxurious furs and a queen without them, her snow white skin complimented only by the precious diamonds that dangled from her ears, that were set in her wedding ring.
Diamonds, like Cissy used to sparkle.
Bella chuckled as she took her sister's pale, dainty hand in her own roughened one- it was ironic, really, that something so valuable should be worth so little in Cissy's eyes. Had her baby sister always been so flippant? It was likely enough- Cissy had been born an heiress and a Black, engaged to Lucius Malfoy (or, realistically, the House of Malfoy and all its respectible money, though the name Malfoy reeked of arrogance and stupidity) since before she was born. But no- no, she had been taught, hadn't she?
Bella sneered- that prick Lucius Malfoy hadn't a clue as he showered Cissy with furs and all the wealth in the world that her heart would never belong to him nor to any other, that it was quite like diamonds in that respect.
Diamonds, like Cissy's eyes used to shine.
And as Bella ran her hot, desire-plagued fingers over the pale, cool flesh that shone through the darkness, her lips split into a lion's grin. Cissy was lovely- every bit the Black that she had been born to become and Bella had taught her everything.
When Cissy came to her, trembling because Regulous had threatened to do blasphemous things to her innocence, it was Bella who pushed her down onto the bed and showed her that she had nothing to fear. It was fickle and spontaneous, nothing more.
When it came time for Cissy to be presented to Abraxas Malfoy and his son, it was Bella who dressed her and powdered her and told her to be absolutely silent because women were to be seen and not heard.
When Cissy had left Hogwarts for the last time broken-hearted because of a stupid and meaningless affair with that bloody Evans girl, it was Bella who shoved her against a wall and showed her who really loved her because where was the mudblood now?
It was Bella who taught her to stay just close enough so that he felt as if he owned her still (and never would) and to stay just far enough to keep him chasing after what he believed he could have- Bella who comforted her when she didn't love him.
Narcissa Black was born an heiress, ash on the end of the cigarette and nothing more, useful but ultimately disposable to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. Cissy used to sparkle but not anymore- no matter, the diamonds made up for the dullness that clouded her eyes.
Diamonds, like the actress the heiress became.
She was so beautiful- a princess in her thick, luxurious furs and a queen without them, her snow white skin complimented only by the precious diamonds that dangled from her ears, that were set in her wedding ring.
Diamonds, like Cissy used to sparkle.
Bella chuckled as she took her sister's pale, dainty hand in her own roughened one- it was ironic, really, that something so valuable should be worth so little in Cissy's eyes. Had her baby sister always been so flippant? It was likely enough- Cissy had been born an heiress and a Black, engaged to Lucius Malfoy (or, realistically, the House of Malfoy and all its respectible money, though the name Malfoy reeked of arrogance and stupidity) since before she was born. But no- no, she had been taught, hadn't she?
Bella sneered- that prick Lucius Malfoy hadn't a clue as he showered Cissy with furs and all the wealth in the world that her heart would never belong to him nor to any other, that it was quite like diamonds in that respect.
Diamonds, like Cissy's eyes used to shine.
And as Bella ran her hot, desire-plagued fingers over the pale, cool flesh that shone through the darkness, her lips split into a lion's grin. Cissy was lovely- every bit the Black that she had been born to become and Bella had taught her everything.
When Cissy came to her, trembling because Regulous had threatened to do blasphemous things to her innocence, it was Bella who pushed her down onto the bed and showed her that she had nothing to fear. It was fickle and spontaneous, nothing more.
When it came time for Cissy to be presented to Abraxas Malfoy and his son, it was Bella who dressed her and powdered her and told her to be absolutely silent because women were to be seen and not heard.
When Cissy had left Hogwarts for the last time broken-hearted because of a stupid and meaningless affair with that bloody Evans girl, it was Bella who shoved her against a wall and showed her who really loved her because where was the mudblood now?
It was Bella who taught her to stay just close enough so that he felt as if he owned her still (and never would) and to stay just far enough to keep him chasing after what he believed he could have- Bella who comforted her when she didn't love him.
Narcissa Black was born an heiress, ash on the end of the cigarette and nothing more, useful but ultimately disposable to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. Cissy used to sparkle but not anymore- no matter, the diamonds made up for the dullness that clouded her eyes.
Diamonds, like the actress the heiress became.