Are you two sisters? You have the same sullen, ugly look about you.
Birthday ficlet for
softlyforgotten . Happy Birthday darling! Sorry for being so atrociously late. I hope you like it <333
p.s. the colours of this fic are red and grey.
Title: Are you two sisters? You have the same sullen, ugly look about you.
Summary: Narcissa wanted to feed her dark chocolate
Rating: PG
Words: 508
Narcissa wanted to say to her, come here, and I will feed you dark chocolate, thick and sweet, so that it sits softly on your tongue when I kiss you. She wanted to place her hand on the red silk of Bella’s rigid, tightly laced bodice, and feel it flex beneath her fingertips with each breath.
She wanted to do all these things, and yet she didn’t, because when she came into Bella’s quarters, with a bottle of perfume held in her hand as an excuse to come near her and inhale her scent, there was a diamond ring sitting on one of those long, thin fingers.
Bella looked up as she stepped over the threshold (she always did, no matter how quiet she was; Narcissa didn’t know if it was warding spells, or just an inate ability to know when an intruder came) and started to talk as if she’d been interrupted mid-sentence.
“He’s very rich, you know. Not as rich as we are, of course, but I can hardly be expected to marry Sirius, can I? Why, he’s just a boy,” she said, with a knife’s-edge smile, “he wouldn’t have the foggiest idea where to put it.”
“Bella?” She tried to shut down her ears, and her head, so that she wouldn’t have to hear the words or put them into and order that could only be wrong wrong wrong, like meat gone dry and grey when left out in the cold.
“Rodolphus.” She lowered her head slightly, eyes still in place, so that she looked at the blonde as if Narcissa had reasoning issues. “You know, the tall one? With the long hair?” She brought a hand up to her own locks, absent-mindedly winding her fingers through the thick strands.
“I’ll have to teach him to brush it properly.”
Narcissa clenched her fist around the perfume, feeling the cut glass press diamonds into her flesh.
“But, Bella, why…why would you -”
“Well, he’s crazy about me, isn’t he?” She threw her head back, throat long and lean. “He makes me feel like I’m really loved.” Her eyes swung back to her sister, meeting her gaze out of the corner of a cruel eye.
“Really, Cissy, you didn’t expect me to hang around here with you, did you?” Seeing her broken face, Bellatrix let out a little giggle, like cutlery clattering onto the floor.
Narcissa flung down the bottle, so that the glass exploded and the funk of dead roses burst out into the room, drenching the rug, the girl, and her sister, who lay back on the couch, like a statue made of frozen stone.
As she dashed out, she felt the tears gathered back behind her eyes, where she stored all the wild things; but the cage was stronger than they were. All she could think of, feet clattering on paving stones, was of Bella’s hand in he hair last night, thin and strong and wound up tight and not letting go, while between them lay red ribbons, and dark chocolate in a box.
softlyforgotten . Happy Birthday darling! Sorry for being so atrociously late. I hope you like it <333
p.s. the colours of this fic are red and grey.
Title: Are you two sisters? You have the same sullen, ugly look about you.
Summary: Narcissa wanted to feed her dark chocolate
Rating: PG
Words: 508
Narcissa wanted to say to her, come here, and I will feed you dark chocolate, thick and sweet, so that it sits softly on your tongue when I kiss you. She wanted to place her hand on the red silk of Bella’s rigid, tightly laced bodice, and feel it flex beneath her fingertips with each breath.
She wanted to do all these things, and yet she didn’t, because when she came into Bella’s quarters, with a bottle of perfume held in her hand as an excuse to come near her and inhale her scent, there was a diamond ring sitting on one of those long, thin fingers.
Bella looked up as she stepped over the threshold (she always did, no matter how quiet she was; Narcissa didn’t know if it was warding spells, or just an inate ability to know when an intruder came) and started to talk as if she’d been interrupted mid-sentence.
“He’s very rich, you know. Not as rich as we are, of course, but I can hardly be expected to marry Sirius, can I? Why, he’s just a boy,” she said, with a knife’s-edge smile, “he wouldn’t have the foggiest idea where to put it.”
“Bella?” She tried to shut down her ears, and her head, so that she wouldn’t have to hear the words or put them into and order that could only be wrong wrong wrong, like meat gone dry and grey when left out in the cold.
“Rodolphus.” She lowered her head slightly, eyes still in place, so that she looked at the blonde as if Narcissa had reasoning issues. “You know, the tall one? With the long hair?” She brought a hand up to her own locks, absent-mindedly winding her fingers through the thick strands.
“I’ll have to teach him to brush it properly.”
Narcissa clenched her fist around the perfume, feeling the cut glass press diamonds into her flesh.
“But, Bella, why…why would you -”
“Well, he’s crazy about me, isn’t he?” She threw her head back, throat long and lean. “He makes me feel like I’m really loved.” Her eyes swung back to her sister, meeting her gaze out of the corner of a cruel eye.
“Really, Cissy, you didn’t expect me to hang around here with you, did you?” Seeing her broken face, Bellatrix let out a little giggle, like cutlery clattering onto the floor.
Narcissa flung down the bottle, so that the glass exploded and the funk of dead roses burst out into the room, drenching the rug, the girl, and her sister, who lay back on the couch, like a statue made of frozen stone.
As she dashed out, she felt the tears gathered back behind her eyes, where she stored all the wild things; but the cage was stronger than they were. All she could think of, feet clattering on paving stones, was of Bella’s hand in he hair last night, thin and strong and wound up tight and not letting go, while between them lay red ribbons, and dark chocolate in a box.