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[truth_is_cold]

[Who:] Gaheris Rhade and Bellatrix Lestrange AKA Lust meets Lust
[What:] A Nietzchean and a Wizard try to share crucial information at an inopportune time
[When:] Sometime after this but before he finds out about Jack and Doppelganger
[Where:] Somewhere quiet and private in the Mall
[Warnings:] This is going to go to bad potentially kinky places

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[bestlieutenant]

Bellatrix had chosen to walk rather than Apparate to the designated meeting point. She had much on her mind with the Dark Lord vanished, and no clues to be found. She found herself thinking of him often. She always has, really, but it seemed to only get worse since he'd been gone. And since she'd seen what he looked like as a younger man. Younger than she is now.

Funny, she never thought she fancied younger men. She never really fancied any man but him. Even her husband, while he's certainly nice to look at, and even smells good, and is warm on a cold night... Merlin, was even that thought enough to stir her? Rodolphus? Perhaps absence does make the heart grow fonder. She wondered why she never felt this way before when thinking about the man she married. All those years of marriage, and so rarely had she felt the need to let him take her in his arms and--

Bellatrix actually walked past the entrance she was looking for in her daydreaming haze, having to stop and backtrack to turn in. It didn't take her long to spot Rhade, and

[truth_is_cold]

He was grateful for that walking. The footsteps forcing him to mind his thoughts. Still, the closer she drew the stronger her scent was, engrossing and prickling the hairs at the back of his neck.

...They were supposed to talk, weren't they?

It took him a moment to speak, doing his damndest not to be rude and let his eyes peruse her clothing (which he did anyway). "Your sister? Is she well?" He took a step forward, slowly. "She's experienced no untoward actions?"

His own bordered on untoward, drawing close enough that he easily touch those winding and dizzying curls if he wanted. He could smell her. Nietzscheans were bastions of civilization, aware of their instincts so they could rise above them. Control them and become more than human, greater than simple animals. They were masters of their genes and instincts and will and something about her was bringing out the worst in him.

[bestlieutenant]

This man was no Rodolphus, and certainly no Voldemort. And yet... No. Simply bleed over from her previous thoughts, she told herself. And he was enquiring after her sister, besides, so she forced herself to calm herself, and to speak. "I'm not sure what to make of my sister at the moment, but she remains uninjured. That will have to do for now."

But her mind was far from easy. She wanted to reach out and brush her fingers over the leather on his chest, or examine those bone blades. So curious, this Gaheris Rhade. There's no protest about the proximity, and though she felt uncomfortable, it wasn't precisely his doing. She didn't think so, at any rate. "Did you learn anything from the HOOD?" Hoping if she stayed on task, these thoughts would pass.

[truth_is_cold]

"Nothing of any use yet. I do know that Mr. Sparrow met with an unfortunate accident while attempting to scan the Militant compound for defences. The doppelganger has proceeded without him."

And as he filled her in on the current events, he seemed to be quite unaware of his own actions. Tilting even closer to her throat so he could smell (not unlike an animal). "I've sent Mr. Floyd to retrieve him from the hospital."

That's when he rested a hand on her arm. The slightest hint of exposed skin warm against his palm.