fic
just something silly because I feel like i haven't updated anything wortwhile in a while.
untitled.
rodolphus/bella; pg; drabble;
prompts: compromise & 'ship you have never written before.'
"And what will I gain if I commit myself to you?" sneers Bellatrix, the usual air of superiority mingled with one of intrigue around her; the shadow of a familiar smile plays on her lips.
Rodolphus smirks pleasantly, enjoying the situation completely: Bellatrix was at her finest. "Why, you’ll earn a name."
For a moment he thinks he sees something cross her eyes, but it is too quick he cannot be sure. She regains her composure and keeps on, daring him, but with a tone of finality that warns him to be careful, one that had not been there a moment before. "Are you suggesting that Lestrange is a more weighted surname than Black is, Rodolphus?"
A soft chuckle escapes his lips. He could always cound on Bellatrix for amusement; she had her priorities right.
"I would never dare suggest such a thing," he responds. "It is not in my nature. But I hope you’re not implying Lestrange is, er, inferior, either, are you?"
"Of course I’m not," she whispers a bit too harshly as she ambles closer to him, chin lifted. Her gaze falls on his lips for a longer moment than expected, and then flies back into his eyes. Not knowing what impulses him to do so, he straightens and licks his lips, as his eyes flicker on her face. The corners of her lips shoot upward at his reaction, as she enjoys the obvious effect she has on him.
She ponders, though: will it be worth it? With so much terror and horror and fright in the world, will it be worth it? She plans to act in the misery, cause more misery and laughs at the idea of doing it subletly. Still, she is not certain that something as petty as marriage will help her on her quest, but on the other hand, Lestrange was a weighted name, and Rodolphus did not seem to be that bad either. He is easy to manipulate.
Inwardly, she laughs. In fact, that was a special bonus that came with the offer. She could have ended up - God forbid - with someone as old Lucius, like her Narcissa had.
"I.." she drawls, enjoying, again, the sight of his almost unnoticed burrow in his frow and unusual dark glimmer in his eyes, "I do."
He relaxes.
sigh, world.
edit: guys. writing meme time. i need some sort of inspiration. also, crossing the t's is at its finest. go, and read, and review, only if it's because i'm co-writing it with the amazing _thirty2flavors, who we all know and love and admire for writing so well. go.
btw, kali, isn't there some sort of dorea/charlus community to pimp it?
excerpt of the story: I am trying and will continue trying my best to get along with you, but do believe me when I tell you that when these six months are over, you and I are done with. No hard feelings.
no, but seriously, i am having so much fun writing it and you should give it a try because the drama is about to come, and oh, it's just pure brilliance.
untitled.
rodolphus/bella; pg; drabble;
prompts: compromise & 'ship you have never written before.'
"And what will I gain if I commit myself to you?" sneers Bellatrix, the usual air of superiority mingled with one of intrigue around her; the shadow of a familiar smile plays on her lips.
Rodolphus smirks pleasantly, enjoying the situation completely: Bellatrix was at her finest. "Why, you’ll earn a name."
For a moment he thinks he sees something cross her eyes, but it is too quick he cannot be sure. She regains her composure and keeps on, daring him, but with a tone of finality that warns him to be careful, one that had not been there a moment before. "Are you suggesting that Lestrange is a more weighted surname than Black is, Rodolphus?"
A soft chuckle escapes his lips. He could always cound on Bellatrix for amusement; she had her priorities right.
"I would never dare suggest such a thing," he responds. "It is not in my nature. But I hope you’re not implying Lestrange is, er, inferior, either, are you?"
"Of course I’m not," she whispers a bit too harshly as she ambles closer to him, chin lifted. Her gaze falls on his lips for a longer moment than expected, and then flies back into his eyes. Not knowing what impulses him to do so, he straightens and licks his lips, as his eyes flicker on her face. The corners of her lips shoot upward at his reaction, as she enjoys the obvious effect she has on him.
She ponders, though: will it be worth it? With so much terror and horror and fright in the world, will it be worth it? She plans to act in the misery, cause more misery and laughs at the idea of doing it subletly. Still, she is not certain that something as petty as marriage will help her on her quest, but on the other hand, Lestrange was a weighted name, and Rodolphus did not seem to be that bad either. He is easy to manipulate.
Inwardly, she laughs. In fact, that was a special bonus that came with the offer. She could have ended up - God forbid - with someone as old Lucius, like her Narcissa had.
"I.." she drawls, enjoying, again, the sight of his almost unnoticed burrow in his frow and unusual dark glimmer in his eyes, "I do."
He relaxes.
sigh, world.
edit: guys. writing meme time. i need some sort of inspiration. also, crossing the t's is at its finest. go, and read, and review, only if it's because i'm co-writing it with the amazing _thirty2flavors, who we all know and love and admire for writing so well. go.
btw, kali, isn't there some sort of dorea/charlus community to pimp it?
excerpt of the story: I am trying and will continue trying my best to get along with you, but do believe me when I tell you that when these six months are over, you and I are done with. No hard feelings.
no, but seriously, i am having so much fun writing it and you should give it a try because the drama is about to come, and oh, it's just pure brilliance.