#bella: thread

[bxllatrix]

Great, now the spare was talking to her. Bella didn’t really see the point in Rebastan. The Lestranges had one perfectly good heir, why in Salazar’s name would they try for another? Surely they knew second sons were only good as a failsafe if your eldest was stupid enough to keel over. Rodolphus, she knew, was practically unkillable. She’d thought about trying four dozen times at least. Perhaps the Lestranges were trying for a girl to add some purpose to their miserable, testosterone dominated family. She couldn't blame them, the men in her own bloodline were nothing short of disappointing.

"You're creative," she says flatly, not bothering to pay attention to him. "You'll find a way." She takes another treat from his platter. "Or you can close your eyes and picture me instead. I don't care."

She did want to hear about his work, but Bellatrix wasn't going to beg to be filled in. Word would come around eventually, it always did. She was one of the Dark Lord's most trusted, regardless of her distaste for his mania. Still, she shrugs her shoulders lightly, letting a few moments of silence engulf them as she tends to her hunger. It wasn't fulfilling. Rarely anything was. Crossing her arms, she swallows. "You might as well talk. I have a few minutes before I'm scheduled to be somewhere."

Rabastan's attitude towards the day was also one of indifference, though perhaps his bland apathy was more genuine than Bellatrix's. It would have been incorrect to say that he did not care at all. He was pleased for Lucius and Narcissa, for they were two people he considered friends. He recognised the ceremonial purpose in marriage, and thought it a necessary function to ensure that bloodlines continued and family allegiances remained strong. It was merely convenient that the pair truly desired each other.

Stubbornly, he'd refused to let the day go to personal waste. Since there were so many of their circle in the same place, he'd attended to various Death Eater matters while circulating. Thus, savage topics interspersed greetings and congratulations, and by this point, he felt almost as though he had achieved a something selfishly worthwhile. But he had not yet found a moment to speak with Bellatrix. Finding her loitering beside the refreshments, he wasted no time in joining her and reached across to examine the offerings. He paid no heed to her words, aside from a wryly arching eyebrow and a sly curve to his lips.

"Very well, sister. I will look at you no longer. But that will make it rather difficult to converse." He then pulled a platter towards himself with a lazy tug of his finger, clearly not intending to share, though it did remain between them. "Of course, if you don't want to hear about my work for the cause, I will leave you in peace." It made no difference to him. He would simply seek her when she was in a more preferable mood.

[inkshadow]

random closed starter for @sunliights featuring ari and bella.

"babe, are you busy? i have to talk to you about something."

[pedropascal24-7]

Craig is on Threads and was answering fan questions last night.

We need to see some of these outtakes.

[bxllatrix]

“I’d want to go out by fire,” she says after a moment of thought. “Uncontrollable, wild. I can’t think of anything more humiliating than being shot down by an Avada.” She wrinkles her nose, disgusted at the mere thought. Any sort of death brought on by another would not be good enough for Bellatrix Lestrange. It would be a weakness – it would embarrass her entire family line, being put down like one would a hunted animal. How distasteful. No, Bella wouldn't be found dead like that, nor would she be caught dead strangling another man. That would be unfaithful to her doting husband.

"It's not the 1800s," she says, rolling her eyes. "Women don't fall over themselves from exertion. She smirks. “I’d give you thirty seconds before my beloved hits you with a slicing hex. Blood red does go so well with wedding white." Bella crosses her legs and arms, forgoing her pureblood etiquette for a bit of comfort. Still, she feels her governess's hex tingling on her fingers like an unmourned ghost. Stubborn, she keeps her arms closed anyway.

She feels a twitch of interest at his words, having dabbled in a lot of mind work herself. It was always intriguing for her, the way other people did it, peeling back the layers of a mind until it is nothing but white light. "I could make room in my drowning schedule for a demonstration, if you'd like to turn your theoretical work into something a bit more practical."

"Dignity in death, dignity of remains, the corpse I leave is the last thing I'm worried about, though I guess strangled or smothered would be less painful that only matters if you're aiming for making a death mask or an open casket. I plan for my death to have more action when it's time, though being smothered by a beautiful woman wouldn't be the worst way to die if you're offering. Though I must warn you either would take a while an unfortunate product of strict training." He knew that wasn't the type of hungry he saw in her eyes, but it just made the taunting sweeter. "Don't worry, your drink isn't poisoned, you would have felt it or I would have taken you away to dance and die by now, passed it off as over exertion, the poor dear wasn't used to dancing you see, pushed herself to accept a dance with a friend, like you might try to sell that I was a weak swimmer." He thought a moment going back to the topic of ways to die. "Anything magical or too mundane would likely be simple and make for an ugly and thoroughly lifeless corpse. Only beautiful in its complete destruction. Sometimes it's better to take a stronger subject and make them weak ply their mind or body and watch it wither and shape to what you want then leave them. I wish I could tell you more, but my latest work is only theoretical. Though I will say part of being a good duelist and someone bent on my own survival is not being afraid at the taking of a life. Perhaps an over relishing of destruction is one of the few vices I allow myself a bit of truly pleasant chaos." He allowed a bit of the inner thoughts to peek beyond the mask, but only for a moment.

[cto10121]

This is what that last sentence says, by the way:

“Galinda, not given to metaphor on the whole, found Elphaba’s hair entrancing, the more so because the girl was otherwise so ugly.” (74).

[captaingoldenpants]

[min-yoxngi]

(Closed) dinner date with @buildabxtchrp

Yoongi arrived on time, even a bit earlier to pick up Bella for their dinner date. Dressed in a white shirt a white jacket and pants, looking all classy, he waited for her. Texting an "I'm at the door." while holding a small bouquet of her favorite flowers. He hoped to have chosen the right restaurant as soon as they wouod get there.

[bxllatrix]

Bellatrix pauses for a moment, looking the woman up and down, her head tilted slightly, eyes narrowed, lips pursed. Rita Skeeter, Bella remembers, at the exact same time she feels a chill go down her spine. Not of fear, of course, but of the nagging feeling she is about to be annoyed to an early grave.

It wasn't often she came into the Leaky, hovel that it was. Bellatrix was an hour early for a pre-planned work meeting. She wanted to come inspect the location before agreeing to sit and eat here, not willing to be poisoned by — gods forbid — greasy pub food. Her eyes leave Skeeters person and flicker about the room, a look of disgust on her face as she takes in the baskets of vinegar-soaked chips. Repulsive.

"Skeeter," she drawls impatiently. "Surprised they let you out of your cage." She hums, hands shoved into her robe pockets due to a rather persistent stickiness in the air. Or maybe that was just how talking to Skeeter felt. "Even more surprised they let rabid animals inside of a food establishment. Poor thing. Where's your lead and collar?"

location : leaky cauldron interaction : open !

the dim, smoky interior of the leaky cauldron buzzes with hushed conversations and the clink of butterbeer mugs. rita sits in a shadowy corner, her quick-quotes quill poised over a piece of parchment. her jeweled eyes glint in the candlelight as her eyes dart from table to table, hungrily seeking out the next juicy tidbit of gossip.

a smirk plays on her lips as she overhears snippets of conversation – whispers of ministry shake-ups, rumors of dark magic resurfacing. her quill scratches furiously, embellishing each morsel of information with her trademark flair for the dramatic.

suddenly, the pub's door swings open, admitting a gust of chilly air and a figure shrouded in a traveling cloak. rita's eyes narrow as she recognizes the newcomer – a potential source, or perhaps her next unwitting subject. she takes a sip of her gillywater, mind spinning.

with a practiced flick of her wrist, rita tucks away her quill and parchment into her handbag. she stands, smoothing her top and plastering on her most beguiling smile. time to work her magic – after all, the truth won't sensationalize itself.

[godresembled]

@iwassentodestroy asked ❝ do you think you know what it means to be loved? ❞

No, she didn't think she did. Sometimes she let herself believe she did, but the fantasy was always short-lived. She was just her, after all. "Do you?"

[siiinfully]

continued from this with @deviiates

watching her reaching her hands back to smack that shapely ass of hers has stefon practically salivating with desire. alcohol has dropped his inhibitions to the ground, and that made the bad decisions he was making even easier to deal with. it was definitely a bad idea, ending up in his hotel room with her half naked and tempting him into sex. after all, bella was his stepsister and this would definitely be frowned upon later. but it’s not like they grew up together. their parents got together when they were both adults. and there has been tension ever since.

tension that had finally built to a head and burst on this retreat. and who could blame him, with her ass looking so incredibly tempting? stefon reached out with both hands as he got behind her on the bed, stripping her panties down in one swift motion. “ fuck me, this ass is so fat. i want you so fucking bad. ”

+++

She moaned as she felt him remove her panties, her cunt clenching with anticipation. There was still time to go back, but she didn’t. Bella was done being good, of not going after what and who she wanted. If her mom hadn’t seen his dad first, she was pretty sure that she and Stefon would have started fucking. Maybe even continued fucking despite their parents getting married. “I want you too,” she murmured, opening one eye to look at him, hovering behind her, and she held her hand out as if that could convince him to cover her back with his body, his groin pressed against her ass.

“Please…I can almost feel your cock inside me, Stefon…” Bella cajoled. “They don’t have to know. It won’t be awkward, I promise, just…please…even if only for tonight…” Now that was a lie. She knew, just knew, that one night with him wouldn’t be enough, but that was something she would worry about after.

[bxllatrix]

Bellatrix listened to her pointed kitten heels tap on the concrete, the sound bringing her serenity as her cushion-charmed feet took them steps closer to their glorious plans. It was shaping up to be a divine evening already, Bella's rage by-proxy simmering deep in her ribcage, spurred by a series of unfortunate encounters over the past week. Where Alecto was picturing one specific witch in their targets, Bella was picturing everyone who had recently pissed her off.

"Please," Bella drawls, followed by a scoff. "They're vermin, little more than rats." She tilts her head, studying a few of the muggles passing them by, their tittering making her cringe. "Less than rats, actually." Crossing her arms, Bella feels her wand stir, safely concealed deep in a robe pocket. The garment was subtle enough to still represent her position as a witch to any of their kind, but still muggle enough to pass as a long jacket.

"Should we find a pub? Perhaps we'd have better luck there, since we're looking for a common floozy." They needed to find someone soon. She was beginning to feel restless, and when she felt restless, her wand mysteriously started to cast hexes on anyone within twenty feet. Save for Alecto, of course — Bellatrix had some class.

where: streets of london late at night who: @bxllatrix

This was what happened when Alecto was left alone to her own devices. Rabastan had gone away for a couple days with Emmeline to Italy, leaving her to uncontained chaos that needed to be released. Restraint teetered, tugging in both directions, emotions that seemed suffocating, and even after the torture she ensued interrogating with him, it was never quenched.

There may have been requests made and she would not wish to break them, yet it didn't hinder her to discover loopholes. The witch sauntered down the dark streets of London with Bellatrix at her side. The two together, death reapers on the prowl, meant only demise would trail behind. "I need a challenge. I thought mudbloods had stronger wills." She huffed, annoyance lanced in her tone. Her words were a lie, mudbloods were like flies, easy to pick off, but she was bored. "At least the last had more resemblance."

[frcmbelow]

location: the diner

closed starter for: @hiddenxrituals (constantine)

bella had been stone-cold silent sitting across from her brother, eyes unfocused on a spot just beside his shoulder as she overthought. she was the queen of overthinking, each of her movements calculated after the fact, when she couldn't take them back. she was vaguely aware that her brother was speaking, but after sucking in a deep breath, she finally met his gaze.

"can i ask you a really stupid question? it's about socializing. and...dating."

[miidnighters]

@starlyht | continued from h e r e

"I think you're asking questions you already know the answer to." She didn't like being questioned, but couldn't deny the logic in it. In these extenuating circumstances, they're all having to learn a lot more about each other than they'd rather share. "But since you've asked, no, I can't hunt."

In fact, she'd been rather coddled as far as vampires went - the other clerics at the temple would allow her to drink from them in small amounts, so Bella had never really needed to procure her own food. "I won't bite you." Not without asking, at least, and he was making it clear that was pointless. "I've lived on humanoid blood for a long time - I have a better handle on things than the spawn." Uncouth as he was. Honestly - trying to bite people while they slept with no warning? "That said, I don't think he's spent a great deal of time hunting his own food either, as far as feeding on animals go, so I'm sure you'll be happy to leave the both of us to muddle our way through."

[inkshadow]

continued for @ofpurplecrowns from the source

already he doesn't buy it because anyone with eyes could tell that duri's face isn't friendly in the least. he also knows that bella wouldn't make the trek to see him unless she was seriously bothered by something, considering the alleyways in this part of town are hardly safe for her to be putzing around all by her lonesome. supposes that he bites just one more time, finally throwing her a bone as his eyes float upwards to meet hers. "do you want to order something at the bar before you sit down and tell me what happened? the forms can wait, it's just finances."

[astralfms]

@sunshinesfm // mango bay art district !

“i  would  buy  these  pens  in  every  color,"  she  announces,  holding  the  acrylic  brush  pens  in  front  of  bella,  almost  too  close  for  her  to  even  see.  mango  bay  art  district  was  ronnie's  achilles  heel,  always  leaving  with  far  more  supplies  than  she  could  ever  need.  still,  she  found  it  important  to  swipe  when  inspiration  struck.  “i'll  settle  for  this  pack  though,  i  hardly  have  space  for  the  ones  i  already  have.”  eyes  light  up,  grin  widening.  “ooooh,”  …  “do  you  think  they  have  art  drawers  here  somewhere  ?  you  know,  the  ones  on  wheels  ?  then  i  really  could  buy  them  in  every  color.”

[exquisitexagony]

a thing for @miidnighters (Bella) that she didn't ask for

"Go away!" The voice that called out from behind the bedroom door was muffled by congestion. The shout alone was enough for a cough to escape Arthur's lips.

Shuddering, he pulled the blankets up tighter around his body, forehead beaded with sweat. How had this happen? He couldn't remember the last time he had felt this awful. And from what? Standing out in the rain for less than a few minutes? It was pathetic. But he was going to act like a baby about it anyway.

"Let me suffer in peace..."