CUPPYCAKE
Title: Cuppycake.
Genre: NonRomance, almost tragic
Characters: Rabastan Lestrange, Rosalind Bungs, Rosalie & Briallen Lestrange, others mentioned
Rating: PG
Word Count: 943 words (full text)
Summary: Rosalind sings a song.
Author's Notes: Written before the final two prompts. Instructions: JENNY, click the second link. You know, the one that says "Jenny's Version"? Everyone else, pick your poison.
Rabastan woke to the sound of someone gently singing in his ear. He turned his head towards the source of the noise before opening his eyes. Rosalind stared back at him, her eyes still heavy with sleep. He tried to make out the words of the song she was singing but she was singly too softly. He rolled over and trapped her underneath him with a grin. She looked up at him and continued singing her song.
"What are you singing?" he asked, leaning down to kiss her.
Her response was a soft gasp as his hands roamed downwards.
Rabastan took his outer robe off and tossed it on the bed. He sniffed the air. Roses. She was here. He looked around for any signs of his dark-haired darling. His eyebrow arched, but a smile crept onto his face when he saw a discarded set of robes by the door that led to the bathroom. He took his time, removing his shoes and socks, before stripping his shirt off and walking into the bathroom.
She was sitting in his large bathtub, certainly built for two. Her eyes were closed and the water level was precariously low. He padded over towards her, making very little noise. Once he got closer, he heard she was singing again. He still couldn't make out the words. He leaned one hand on either side of the bathtub and lowered himself down to listen. Her eyes opened slowly. Her hands came up and touched his face.
"What are you singing?" he asked, leaning down to kiss her.
Her response was to pull him into the bathtub.
Rabastan walked into his daughters' room and smiled. Rosalie and Briallen sat in Rosalind's lap, while she sat in a rocking chair. She rocked back and forth while the Rosalie slept against her chest and Briallen played with her hair. She was singing again. Rabastan watched the domestic scene from the doorway. She was in a pale blue summer dress and the girls looked immaculate and in pink and white frocks. She looked up and saw him. She smiled and Briallen turned around. His daughter held out her arms for him.
"What are you singing?" he asked, leaning down to kiss her.
Her response was to hand Briallen over to him and hold Rosalie against her chest.
Rabastan rubbed the burning mark on his forearm as he walked through the house. He had already been summoned earlier and had received his orders. Others were probably getting theirs now. He ran his fingers through his hair and was headed to his bedroom when he heard singing coming from the kitchen. He followed the sound of the song. Rosalind was standing over the stove while Till ran here and there, fetching things for her mistress. Rabastan came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. She leaned against him.
"What are you singing?" he asked, leaning down to kiss her.
Her response was to press his hand against the growing bulge in her belly so he could feel the kick.
Rabastan screamed and clutched at his hair. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. He heard her screams as Voldemort tortured her. He heard her screams as she ran through the house to hide the children. He heard her screams as Bellatrix bled her with a knife. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. The screams seemed to fade. Rabastan opened his eyes. It was dark, but he could hear angry yelling. He crawled towards the bars. Expecto Patronum. A flash of light. The screaming stopped.
"What are you doing here?" he whispered.
Rosalind crouched down and thrust her arms through the bars. He pulled away. He shouldn't dirty her with what he was, what he had become. "Rabastan," she called.
He returned slowly. He felt her touch his face gently at first, then surely. The light from her Patronus shone on her face and her dead eyes. He couldn't help the tears that sprung to his eyes and spilled over.
"No," she scolded. "They'll feel your pain and grow stronger. Fight it."
Rabastan steadied himself. "The children...?"
"Rivalen will never walk again, but the girls are all right."
He kisses her fingers and she is singing again. It's the same old song. He's learned the words by now and it is a silly song, but it strengthens him for the years to come.
Bloody and half-dead, Rabastan lies in St. Mungo's. Rosalie and Briallen are curled up on either side of him, despite his insistence that he doesn't want them to see him like this. Rosalind has paid for his freedom. With what, he does not know and she will not tell. She has also sought the release of Rodolphus and it has been granted. Rabastan doesn't know how she did it, but she has.
She enters the hospital room, Till by her side, guiding her. Her right hand is in Till's and her left hand is outstretched to avoid obstacles. The girls wake up and scamper towards their Mama. They hold her and guide her to their Papa, who is lying on the bed, unable to move for the most part. She sits on the side of his bed and touches his forehead. She starts singing the song. He smiles and she feels it under her fingers.
"What are you singing?" he asks as she leans down to kiss him.
"You're my Cuppycake, Gumdrop, Snoogum-Boogums; you're the Apple of my Eye
And I love you so and I want you to know that I'll always be right here
And I love to sing sweet songs to you because you are so dear..."
THE JENNY VERSION
Rabastan woke to the sound of someone gently singing in his ear. He turned his head towards the source of the noise before opening his eyes. Rosalind stared back at him, her eyes still heavy with sleep. He tried to make out the words of the song she was singing but she was singly too softly. He rolled over and trapped her underneath him with a grin. She looked up at him and continued singing her song.
"What are you singing?" he asked, leaning down to kiss her.
Her response was a soft gasp as his hands roamed downwards.
Rabastan took his outer robe off and tossed it on the bed. He sniffed the air. Roses. She was here. He looked around for any signs of his dark-haired darling. His eyebrow arched, but a smile crept onto his face when he saw a discarded set of robes by the door that led to the bathroom. He took his time, removing his shoes and socks, before stripping his shirt off and walking into the bathroom.
She was sitting in his large bathtub, certainly built for two. Her eyes were closed and the water level was precariously low. He padded over towards her, making very little noise. Once he got closer, he heard she was singing again. He still couldn't make out the words. He leaned one hand on either side of the bathtub and lowered himself down to listen. Her eyes opened slowly. Her hands came up and touched his face.
"What are you singing?" he asked, leaning down to kiss her.
Her response was to pull him into the bathtub.
Rabastan walked into his daughters' room and smiled. Rosalie and Briallen sat in Rosalind's lap, while she sat in a rocking chair. She rocked back and forth while the Rosalie slept against her chest and Briallen played with her hair. She was singing again. Rabastan watched the domestic scene from the doorway. She was in a pale blue summer dress and the girls looked immaculate and in pink and white frocks. She looked up and saw him. She smiled and Briallen turned around. His daughter held out her arms for him.
"What are you singing?" he asked, leaning down to kiss her.
Her response was to hand Briallen over to him and hold Rosalie against her chest.
Rabastan rubbed the burning mark on his forearm as he walked through the house. He had already been summoned earlier and had received his orders. Others were probably getting theirs now. He ran his fingers through his hair and was headed to his bedroom when he heard singing coming from the kitchen. He followed the sound of the song. Rosalind was standing over the stove while Till ran here and there, fetching things for her mistress. Rabastan came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. She leaned against him.
"What are you singing?" he asked, leaning down to kiss her.
Her response was to press his hand against the growing bulge in her belly so he could feel the kick.
Rabastan pushed the door open and watched as Rosalind lay in bed, their baby in her arms. Her eyes were shut, but they opened when he came in. The way she looked at him gave him this strange sensation somewhere in his chest region. He walked over to her and kissed their son. She was singing again.
"What are you singing?" he asked, leaning down to kiss her.
"You're my Cuppycake, Gumdrop, Snoogum-Boogums; you're the Apple of my Eye
And I love you so and I want you to know that I'll always be right here
And I love to sing sweet songs to you because you are so dear..."
Genre: NonRomance, almost tragic
Characters: Rabastan Lestrange, Rosalind Bungs, Rosalie & Briallen Lestrange, others mentioned
Rating: PG
Word Count: 943 words (full text)
Summary: Rosalind sings a song.
Author's Notes: Written before the final two prompts. Instructions: JENNY, click the second link. You know, the one that says "Jenny's Version"? Everyone else, pick your poison.
Rabastan woke to the sound of someone gently singing in his ear. He turned his head towards the source of the noise before opening his eyes. Rosalind stared back at him, her eyes still heavy with sleep. He tried to make out the words of the song she was singing but she was singly too softly. He rolled over and trapped her underneath him with a grin. She looked up at him and continued singing her song.
"What are you singing?" he asked, leaning down to kiss her.
Her response was a soft gasp as his hands roamed downwards.
Rabastan took his outer robe off and tossed it on the bed. He sniffed the air. Roses. She was here. He looked around for any signs of his dark-haired darling. His eyebrow arched, but a smile crept onto his face when he saw a discarded set of robes by the door that led to the bathroom. He took his time, removing his shoes and socks, before stripping his shirt off and walking into the bathroom.
She was sitting in his large bathtub, certainly built for two. Her eyes were closed and the water level was precariously low. He padded over towards her, making very little noise. Once he got closer, he heard she was singing again. He still couldn't make out the words. He leaned one hand on either side of the bathtub and lowered himself down to listen. Her eyes opened slowly. Her hands came up and touched his face.
"What are you singing?" he asked, leaning down to kiss her.
Her response was to pull him into the bathtub.
Rabastan walked into his daughters' room and smiled. Rosalie and Briallen sat in Rosalind's lap, while she sat in a rocking chair. She rocked back and forth while the Rosalie slept against her chest and Briallen played with her hair. She was singing again. Rabastan watched the domestic scene from the doorway. She was in a pale blue summer dress and the girls looked immaculate and in pink and white frocks. She looked up and saw him. She smiled and Briallen turned around. His daughter held out her arms for him.
"What are you singing?" he asked, leaning down to kiss her.
Her response was to hand Briallen over to him and hold Rosalie against her chest.
Rabastan rubbed the burning mark on his forearm as he walked through the house. He had already been summoned earlier and had received his orders. Others were probably getting theirs now. He ran his fingers through his hair and was headed to his bedroom when he heard singing coming from the kitchen. He followed the sound of the song. Rosalind was standing over the stove while Till ran here and there, fetching things for her mistress. Rabastan came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. She leaned against him.
"What are you singing?" he asked, leaning down to kiss her.
Her response was to press his hand against the growing bulge in her belly so he could feel the kick.
Rabastan screamed and clutched at his hair. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. He heard her screams as Voldemort tortured her. He heard her screams as she ran through the house to hide the children. He heard her screams as Bellatrix bled her with a knife. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. The screams seemed to fade. Rabastan opened his eyes. It was dark, but he could hear angry yelling. He crawled towards the bars. Expecto Patronum. A flash of light. The screaming stopped.
"What are you doing here?" he whispered.
Rosalind crouched down and thrust her arms through the bars. He pulled away. He shouldn't dirty her with what he was, what he had become. "Rabastan," she called.
He returned slowly. He felt her touch his face gently at first, then surely. The light from her Patronus shone on her face and her dead eyes. He couldn't help the tears that sprung to his eyes and spilled over.
"No," she scolded. "They'll feel your pain and grow stronger. Fight it."
Rabastan steadied himself. "The children...?"
"Rivalen will never walk again, but the girls are all right."
He kisses her fingers and she is singing again. It's the same old song. He's learned the words by now and it is a silly song, but it strengthens him for the years to come.
Bloody and half-dead, Rabastan lies in St. Mungo's. Rosalie and Briallen are curled up on either side of him, despite his insistence that he doesn't want them to see him like this. Rosalind has paid for his freedom. With what, he does not know and she will not tell. She has also sought the release of Rodolphus and it has been granted. Rabastan doesn't know how she did it, but she has.
She enters the hospital room, Till by her side, guiding her. Her right hand is in Till's and her left hand is outstretched to avoid obstacles. The girls wake up and scamper towards their Mama. They hold her and guide her to their Papa, who is lying on the bed, unable to move for the most part. She sits on the side of his bed and touches his forehead. She starts singing the song. He smiles and she feels it under her fingers.
"What are you singing?" he asks as she leans down to kiss him.
"You're my Cuppycake, Gumdrop, Snoogum-Boogums; you're the Apple of my Eye
And I love you so and I want you to know that I'll always be right here
And I love to sing sweet songs to you because you are so dear..."
THE JENNY VERSION
Rabastan woke to the sound of someone gently singing in his ear. He turned his head towards the source of the noise before opening his eyes. Rosalind stared back at him, her eyes still heavy with sleep. He tried to make out the words of the song she was singing but she was singly too softly. He rolled over and trapped her underneath him with a grin. She looked up at him and continued singing her song.
"What are you singing?" he asked, leaning down to kiss her.
Her response was a soft gasp as his hands roamed downwards.
Rabastan took his outer robe off and tossed it on the bed. He sniffed the air. Roses. She was here. He looked around for any signs of his dark-haired darling. His eyebrow arched, but a smile crept onto his face when he saw a discarded set of robes by the door that led to the bathroom. He took his time, removing his shoes and socks, before stripping his shirt off and walking into the bathroom.
She was sitting in his large bathtub, certainly built for two. Her eyes were closed and the water level was precariously low. He padded over towards her, making very little noise. Once he got closer, he heard she was singing again. He still couldn't make out the words. He leaned one hand on either side of the bathtub and lowered himself down to listen. Her eyes opened slowly. Her hands came up and touched his face.
"What are you singing?" he asked, leaning down to kiss her.
Her response was to pull him into the bathtub.
Rabastan walked into his daughters' room and smiled. Rosalie and Briallen sat in Rosalind's lap, while she sat in a rocking chair. She rocked back and forth while the Rosalie slept against her chest and Briallen played with her hair. She was singing again. Rabastan watched the domestic scene from the doorway. She was in a pale blue summer dress and the girls looked immaculate and in pink and white frocks. She looked up and saw him. She smiled and Briallen turned around. His daughter held out her arms for him.
"What are you singing?" he asked, leaning down to kiss her.
Her response was to hand Briallen over to him and hold Rosalie against her chest.
Rabastan rubbed the burning mark on his forearm as he walked through the house. He had already been summoned earlier and had received his orders. Others were probably getting theirs now. He ran his fingers through his hair and was headed to his bedroom when he heard singing coming from the kitchen. He followed the sound of the song. Rosalind was standing over the stove while Till ran here and there, fetching things for her mistress. Rabastan came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. She leaned against him.
"What are you singing?" he asked, leaning down to kiss her.
Her response was to press his hand against the growing bulge in her belly so he could feel the kick.
Rabastan pushed the door open and watched as Rosalind lay in bed, their baby in her arms. Her eyes were shut, but they opened when he came in. The way she looked at him gave him this strange sensation somewhere in his chest region. He walked over to her and kissed their son. She was singing again.
"What are you singing?" he asked, leaning down to kiss her.
"You're my Cuppycake, Gumdrop, Snoogum-Boogums; you're the Apple of my Eye
And I love you so and I want you to know that I'll always be right here
And I love to sing sweet songs to you because you are so dear..."