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“Unless you you go by the name Arsehole Ex-Fiance or Fickle Florence of the Green Sickness, move right along.”

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A house elf appears before Bellatrix, squeaking away about a guest--Amycus Carrow--though it took the overgrown rat several times to get the name out without trembling or hiccoughing. As soon as the elf stops rambling Bellatrix stares darkly at it.

“Go roast yourself in the oven for your insolent lack of enunciation.”

The elf gives a squeal of dread but cracks away to do as told while Bellatrix steps out of her bedroom suite and makes her way down to the second floor den. The room was designed for comfort and ease, designated to host visitors and friends of recognition and esteem to the Black family unlike the front parlour--more austere and imposing for those unwelcome or unknown to the family. What has possessed Amycus to call upon her at home goes beyond Bella’s comprehension. Between her time with Rodolphus in the old childhood garden shed and Eris, she’s had more than enough to sate her sexually. Not to mention her soulmate’s plight at the hands of Alastor Moody were beginning to wear on her stores of energy.

“What do you want, Carrow?” the girl snaps as she stands just inside the den, dark eyes penetrating her comrade. “Seeking attention the other bitches in your life won’t give you?”

Slip of the Tongue;             Amycus and Bellatrix

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Amycus was beyond frustrated. The holidays were just a time of year that really irritated him. He wasn’t someone who had a lot of family, really just a sister and they were just, well he didn’t know how to describe that. He should be happy. He had a new baby, who was still growing, but she’d had a rough week, felt disconnected in his own relationship and everything had been going somewhat okay. But then, he had ran into Rodolphus, who had reminded him of his shortcomings. He’d gloated once again to Amycus how he had managed to sleep with Florence and Amycus had punched him and told him it wasn’t over.  

After drinking a bit, more than a bit, he found himself apparating to Bellatrix’.  He’d been let in and he rolled his eyes ,while he waited. He hadn’t entertained her in a while, so he sat and waited for someone to let her know he was here. Taking another drink from his flask, he glanced around, hoping she wasn’t in a horrible mood.

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[warning: explicit sexual encounter and blood]

Bellatrix feels nothing, sees nothing, tastes nothing, hears nothing, and smells nothing but Eris and the blood that dances between them. The magic that flares and swells around their beings as their bodies are relieved of fabrics that bind. Pale skin gleams, exposed as they were at their births. Nothing but the other binds them; to this moment, to one another, to emotions and voids that have no distinct owner now.

The drag of Eris’ nails down Bella’s thigh entice the woman on top to grind down her hips with a heavy hiss, loaded with the audible satisfaction she feels. Nerve endings singing with the pain, embracing the feeling of warm blood that drips from the fresh wound. In retaliation, Bellatrix’ own fingers drag marks down Eris’ upperarms as she drops her mouth down to bite her way across the other girl’s collarbone, moving down the tender flesh between her soulmate’s breasts. The bites will bruise, smart, she can feel that knowledge against her own skin as she bears down.

They live within each other. Hearts beating for the purpose of supporting the soul of their other half. And now they unite as one in flesh as they do in spirit. It feels as if Bellatrix no longer exists, is not herself as much as she is the violent extension of Eris, and Eris is the extension of herself. One singular thought fuels Bellatrix toward the climax of bodily pleasure--her soul must claim its other puzzle piece. Meld them together, demonstration just where they belong, who they belong to, what truly matters to them. Not a man, not a cause, not the call of familial duties. Their souls are at the zenith, the priority that looms above all else. The rage is a craving to demonstrate that priority, to remind the world of where it stands beneath the two of them.

Pleasure in possession. Lust of one soul needing to reassert union with another. Blood, pain, and passion.

Bellatrix’ hand move free of Eris’ arms only to take the girl’s wrists and slam them over her head, unconcerned with how knuckles clatter sharp against the headboard. A growl vibrates between the hollows in the topping woman’s ribs as her hips rock and smear the blood from her opened thigh across Eris’ lower half. She will have Eris, capture and claim, possess and protect. Abuse and violate. Gripping both of the other girl’s wrist with one hand, her freed one moves roughly down the pale skin, gracing the deep indentations of teeth, over breasts that she squeezes with fierce abandon, before moving lower; across Eris’ abdomen toward the prize waiting between them.

Possessive || Eris + Bella

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Deep unfathomable brown eyes watch with avid satisfaction as Severus provides no resistance to her request. While Eris had taken an active role in procuring his loyalty and induction into the circle of Death Eaters, Bellatrix had stood aside, disinterested in the quiet grease bean. However, she can recognise his usefulness. Unassuming if not off-putting to those around him, he can infiltrate or gather knowledge others would fail to accomplish. Namely, herself. What’s more, he’s so spineless that he will appease those with more authority by doing as they insist of him.

It’s not lost on Bellatrix that Severus holds little interest in accompanying her anywhere but they are both starkly aware who holds the control and the strength in their dynamic. He won’t dare challenge it, not when it may result in a disastrous backlash for him. “You make a fine obedient little helper.” It’s a sly dig and she makes no attempt to conceal it.

“Excellent,” she hisses as she watches the man seize up and collapse under the spell’s impact. Bellatrix struts forward immediately, stopping to loom over the man as his eyes roll in their sockets, trying to determine the reason for his current state. Letting out a giggle coated in her personal brand of darkness, she crouches down to flood their victim’s sight. “We’re going to have fun with you, filthy worm.”

When she straightens to her feet, Bellatrix turns her gaze on Severus. “Take hold of him, Sevvy. We’re going to go to my favourite place for these things. Wouldn’t want anyone to interrupt our festivities.”

The gleam reflected in the girl’s dark gaze promises a great deal and she ignores the widened eyes of the incapacitated man by her feet, the fear that leaks into his bones. 

Dangerous; Severus + Bellatrix

Severus considers snapping at Bellatrix but thinks better of it, remaining quiet about the cat. He wasn’t a fan of Bellatrix at school and still had mixed feelings about her now. That aside, he knows that appeasing her is far better than trying to talk his way out of her wanting him to join her in whatever her plans were.

“Will I?” He tilts his head to the side, gaze following where Bellatrix points. There is only one other person in the are besides them, making his stomach clench when he puts two and two together.

“I suppose I will,” Severus sighs, falling into step with Bellatrix. He keeps a close eye on the man. He dislikes the look in Bellatrix’s eyes and shifts uncomfortably, the feeble beating of the cat’s heart against his chest the thing to keep him centered.

He casts a glance in the man’s direction, then at Bellatrix. His eyes widen when he catches her eye and he gulps, nodding once before pointing his wand at the man. “Gladly,” He mutters sarcastically and flicks his wand, the man’s steps jerking to a stop when he is hit by a silent immobulus.

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A deep growl festers in Bellatrix’ chest at the thought that he even considers insipid morons worth his time to begin with. Logically, the breaking of their engagement means he has all the right. Even before the engagement was put on hold, it has never been a relationship, nothing exclusive. But it still burns to think that he would satisfy his needs with someone incapable of giving him what Bellatrix gives.

But she has no chance to respond with words as his lips crash into hers with speed and alacrity. Force of passion burns between their bodies and Bellatrix arches herself against his firm chest as her nails dig into the nape of his neck. The uncontrolled madness of their lips presents no clear dominant participant. Tongue, teeth, mouth; they battle with their bodies like they do in everything else.

Bellatrix yanks her head back, ending the kiss without signal as she hisses, “There’s nothing to prove. I am better and we both know it. But I question if you are still as capable.”

Her derisive glance at his face and down his exposed chest, peering at him like he’s a disappointing sight she doesn’t trust to perform, says everything. She intends to make him prove his skill. Rodolphus must gain her stamp of approval once more as a partner she trusts to give her the violent pleasure she so desperately aches for. Nothing is ever simple or easy between them. He will work for her body.

Primal; Rodolphus + Bellatrix

Rodolphus tried frequently to get a reaction out of Bellatrix and this time was no exception. It was something that he quite enjoyed doing, partly because he quite liked watching the vein throb on her forehead. It was amusing. But, he knew that it led to a huge amount of tension between them, when it did.  There had been so much tension between them and if it wasn’t for that ridiculous spell, something could have been done about it. 

“I have no doubts, my dear.”  Her hands on his chest, and her nails digging in aroused him more than he liked to admit, but he liked pushing her like this, liked pushing her past the point of no return, seeing how much control she kept and how much she gave up, in the name of desire. 

A slight hiss escaped his lips when her leg wedged itself between his own and as much as he should be put off by it, it just made him harder for her, than he had been already, since she owled him.  “We both know there’s not many binds that are strong enough to hold you back. They were easier to subdue but they were all nothing but fucking insipid morons. I date to say you may be feeling a need to prove that you are better.”

His head was dragged down and he growled at her, before pulling her against him more in a rough gesture. “I would never ask you to. Now stop with the pointless talking already.” His lips moved to capture hers in a rough, passionate kiss. 

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Every molecule of Bellatrix Black’s identity seethes with the understanding that she can do nothing to prevent the legilimency from happening. The fact that Alastor thinks himself the one in control, the one with the force to bring Eris to submission, makes her desperate to see his head roll for it. The slap, the henchman he has to inflict abuse on her soulmate. The moment Eris’ vision is compromised by a bag or cloth of some kind, Bellatrix becomes relegated to her own person, unable to view the proceedings. Only hearing and occupying the shared space of their mind.

“You expect me to willingly close myself off from you? I can help fashion what needs to be seen. To divert his attention from digging further than necessary,” Bellatrix implores the other girl. It is disconcerting to feel blinded even while her own eyes hold the sight of her quarters; candles shimmering around on surfaces. 

Fingers curl into fists and she doesn’t care that her nails bite hard into the meat of her palms. She hears just as Eris does the casting of the spell but there is no time to prepare herself, to prepare Eris from it. When the spell ripples across her other half’s body, attacking the mind and the nerves, Bellatrix can only feel an echo of sharpness through their connection. The sensation rolls through her as if she took a brief swim in a pool of glass shards that glance over her skin without a visible sign. Bee stings in the thousands that drop away the moment the spell does. Nothing near the same intensity that Eris suffered it under.

The stress the confined girl puts on Bella needing to create distance is not missed. Even if her words don’t truly convey it, the feeling is there. The understanding that her strength may be better suited to something later comes through the connection loud and clear.

But it doesn’t truly seem possible for Bellatrix to agree to. Not when the shock of pain jolts through her own leg and she hears Eris’ scream ringing double through her mind. Unable to take more than minimal from her friend held captive, Bellatrix’ leg persists with a throbbing pressure. Nothing more. And it rankles at her that she can’t draw more away from Eris. The sound of that break was unmistakable but she’s helpless to draw more of the pain away.

“I will not sit by and let you suffer. Your mind and your body need the strength. Mine does not!” Her voice nearly begs for permission to have more access. Even knowing that her sightless connection leaves them both at a greater disadvantage. The bastards will pay.

{ Bond Behind the Masks }; Bellatrix + Eris [mindscape]

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Bellatrix steps back from her sister and moves toward the door as she rolls her eyes at how easily Narcissa goes from taking rather long to being the one to demand she hurry up. The older sister pushes the blonde out of the way to take the door handle and yanks it open as she insists, “You can be so whiny.”

Then she steps out into the corridor and moves down the carpeted hall on light feet. She knows Narcissa will follow. The blonde can barely contain her own adoration for snow. Bellatrix thinks it’s rather pathetic, really. Her own fascination comes from a different place. One where the frozen things that swirl down from the sky appear as perfect as a new born babe. That type of innocence stirs in Bella a desire to watch it all tarnished in the future. But she keeps her own thoughts to herself. Only Eris knows the truth of why she seeks out the sight of the new snow each winter.

“The moment you get us caught,” Bellatrix hisses at her sister, “I will cut off all your precious hair and make you watch as I burn it all.”

Yet they make it to the french doors that open out onto the back of the manor property without incident. The truest threat were the elves. Always conditioned to crack into being at any type of disturbance at late hours of the night. Bellatrix thrusts the french doors open wide, allowing the frigid air swarm into the home as she takes her first step out onto the lawn. Already, small dusty flakes float down from the heavens to touch down on blades of grass, magically charmed to remain green during the chilled months of winter. The cold smell of the season crowds in Bella’s sense as her feet wander further away from the family foundation.

“Feel it, Cissy.”

Crystalline Pristine; Cissy + Bella [Flashback]

Narcissa smirks at the way she has managed to get her sister to let go of her hair. A subtle manipulation. She ignores Bellatrix’s muttering about her wanting to catch her death. She has heard such statements before, enough to know at this age that Bella doesn’t mean it. Instead, she goes to get her slippers as Bella throws her dressing gown in her direction. Tutting, she leans to pick it up. 

“There,” she said, pulling it on, “I’m ready, now do let’s go,” Narcissa whines. Fully expecting her sister to lead her outside. Bella who is older, and who Narcissa trusts to take the lead. 

“It’s not my fault, I just want to stay warm,” she huffed, far more practical to have her dressing gown and slippers, if they’re to be out in the snow. And the blonde sees herself as rather practical. She moves over to her door, turning back to Bella. Eager to see the snow. “Come on.” 

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Rather than hear what Lily shouts at her, Bellatrix watches as a piece of the ceiling begins to crumble down and rather than let it land, the dark haired woman casts a levitation spell at it and sends it sailing toward the redheaded mudblood instead. “I will see you dead!”

The death eater moves fluidly through the debris scattered around them. In the distance she hears comrades of her’s calling her name but she does not heed them. Instead, she continues forward as the building shudders violently all around them and more rubble collapses in around them, keeping them lodged in one broad section of the building. Bellatrix feels her body tremble with a pent up rage she desperately seeks an outlet to. Eris being held captive makes for the raven-tressed woman going to greater lengths to chase down victims she sets her sight on.

A blasting hex misses Lily as Bellatrix trips over a section of loose concrete and instead strikes a wall already cracking and setting something within the frame on fire. Kindled by wooden boards and poor insulation, it begins to crackle to life and throwing the two women’s shadows into sharp relief. The next curse that Bellatrix sends flying also misses as another shudder sends plaster and a wood beam crashing into her wand arm and the side of her head, sending her to the floor. Bellatrix feels a sharp pain but doesn’t bother to look as she draws herself back to her feet. Her vision crosses for a few moments, the warm trickle of blood alerting her to a wound at her temple.

“This is all your fault!” She screams it at the redhead and forces herself forward toward the woman. “Your tainted blood brings about all this destruction. Wipe you from the earth and we will finally have the peace we deserve!”

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Bellatrix rounds on her other half where her incorporeal form lies low against the table’s surface. The talk of memories and pensieves had made her laugh with the absolute absurdity that Alastor makes of himself. Of course he couldn’t be so dense as to think he’d stand a chance the moment he passed over Eris’ wand. How stupid he must be. Yet she hisses, glaring at Eris now.

“You will use Occlumency! What does the efforts we went through amount to if you allow him to invade and violate your mind?!” Bellatrix screams it at the top of her lungs. Back in her present body, she jerks up from where she lies on the bed, shouting her thoughts aloud to an empty room. And to make matters worse, a house elf comes cracking into her quarters, alarmed at the sudden outburst.

A maddened lash of magic nearly takes the elf’s ears off and it squeals and pops away without getting a word out. In the time she had been dragged from her focus on Eris’ setting, what was once a strong visual presence scatters to just thoughts and emotional rage charging through their connection. Bellatrix’ fingers claw at her stomach, feeling that anxious squirming call for an apparating jump to her soulmate’s side. In flesh presence rather than only in mind and thought alone. But it wouldn’t bode well and she lets the roiling feeling run through her and sends her essence back to the room where her presence appears standing on the table now.

“What will he see, Eris?! What will he know?!” She doesn’t care if her screams cause Eris pain, her enrage tones echoing around inside Eris’ cranium. But the shouting stops the moment Alastor strikes. Bellatrix feels her own head snap to the side, greedily taking the brunt of the backhand in order to save Eris from it. The ghost touch of hard calloused knuckles throb against Bella’s cheekbone and she lets out a hiss between clenched jaws.

Bellatrix lowers herself off the table as Alastor throws it aside and dark eyes move from Eris to watch as he calls for the other man who strides in. Her body bristles at what so clearly means to happen. “Eris, you will let me take as much as possible from any injury you sustain. You need as much strength in order to keep your occlumency at strength because you will not just let him dig for whatever he wants.”

With each passing moment, the fury builds to a crashing crescendo in Bellatrix’ mind. Alastor Moody must pay for his ineptitude and callousness. His disregard for anything sound and his harm to the one person in her life that matters. Resisting the impulse of the bond to apparate takes incredible energy.

{ Bond Behind the Masks }; Bellatrix + Eris [mindscape]

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It echoes back to Bellatrix, ringing with the clatter of teeth clashing with teeth. Yours. Bellatrix’ fingers dig into Eris’ shoulders as their mouths battle, the throb of her bruised cheeks and cut lip drawing the furious need to new heights. Her body aches for the violence and desperate need to take what rightfully belongs to her. Not to Abaddon. Not to the Rowle family. Not even to the Dark Lord. Her blood finds its way into Eris, just their soul exists only between themselves; a single existence shared in two fleshly structures.

Nails digging deep into Eris, Bellatrix turns them in a swinging step, stalking them both toward the bed. Her teeth clamp down on the other woman’s bottom lip enough to break the skin so she can suck at the blood drawn to the surface. One hand unhinges itself from the shoulder and claws into Eris’ dark hair, pulling hard at the base of her skull to draw the two of them apart.

With a hissing simmering rage, Bellatrix drags her nails from where they hold the fabric of her soulmate’s black top. The magic churns from their nearness and the yank of Bella’s hand dissolves the fabric into singed tatters, falling away from Eris’ torso to leave her exposed in nothing but her bra beneath. The Dark Mark shines, pitch against porcelain skin. There is no reason to conceal their darkness here. The sight of it only sparks another possessive need in the woman. A mark needed to contest with the one of their Master. “Mine!”

The swirl of jealous lust clouds over Bellatrix gaze and she pushes Eris backward, forcing her to meet the bedframe. She follows after her other half, hands now digging into flesh at Eris’ hips to drag them chest to chest. “Yours.” The word falls from Bellatrix’ lips seconds before she slams her swollen mouth back to Eris’ and shoves the other girl at the hips to urge her back onto the mattress. A deep rumble, near to a growl, comes from Bella’s chest. Animalistic, base need. A mate marking territory against the threat of another. Eris will not be seen as anyone else’s, no matter what society claims otherwise.

Possessive || Eris + Bella

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Bellatrix cocks her head to the side at Severus response once he appears at her side, continuing her strutting pace out of the alley. Sometimes she must question what anyone sees in the greasy boy beside her. The conversations she’s privy to between he and Eris are always so dull. No violence, no sex, no emotion. Bellatrix finds herself forever bored during their time. Severus presents a specimen, barely permitted any honours because of his blood status, and yet proves to be nothing more than a textbook child with a nose too large for his pitiful face.

“The thing had no misery. You were doing it a great service in ending its life,” she spits as she leads them down the lane and glances about to spot a young man striding away from them. Alone and not looking to be in any hurry.

Bellatrix points with a wide devious grin. “You’ll exist as part of my fun today, Severus. Whether you get used to it is not my concern. But you will partake in it.”

Her feet set them in the man’s direction. Dark eyes examine his stature, the slight limp to his step. How he carries himself with his head down. And there’s no one else on the walk down this particular lane. Nothing at all to incriminate them.

“Sev, do me the favour of immobilising him.” Her fingers wave at the unsuspecting man’s back as if he’s the lowest worm that she hardly cares for. But Bellatrix’ gaze holds sharp at her companion, daring him to refuse her command. “Or I’ll make you my fun, instead.”

Dangerous; Severus + Bellatrix

“And you’ve not changed a bit,” Severus scoffs and gives his head a shake. He neither liked nor disliked Bellatrix, but today’s opinion of her was leaning more towards hatred. He didn’t want to be bothered – that wasn’t so hard to understand.

Add in her blatant disregard of everything else he said, and Severus has no choice but to follow after her with a sour expression. He releases a wince each time something shatters. “Must you leave a trail of destruction everywhere you go?” He usually wasn’t the kind for calling people out on such things, but a few moments with Bellatrix left him feeling rather annoyed.

Her sudden stop brings a shocked gasp from Severus’ lips as he almost walks into her. He barely catches his breath before the mewling sound meets his ears. Severus is at a loss for words when she picks up mass of grey fur. He has to bite on his lip to keep from letting his disgust in her decision of mistreating the damned thing be known.

“Let this be a demonstration of what happens to the weak and meaningless of the world. The garbage.” The only effects Bellatrix’s words have on him is knocking his self esteem down enough for him to have to shrink into himself. Garbage – that was what he considered himself. The defenseless kitten, on the other hand, was far from that. He isn’t trying to make a point in his actions, but Severus lingers behind, silently seething until Bellatrix is ahead of him. In a swift movement, the potioneer is knelt down beside the kitten, heart pounding in his ears while he looks at it, watching to see if it is still breathing.

“Rennervate,” The word is a whisper accompanied by a flash of red light, aimed at the kitten’s chest. He doubted it would work, but the kitten stirs, making Severus release a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. The kitten isn’t in good shape and Severus barely has the time to move it somewhere safe, where he could return to find it later, so he bites into his lip and scoops it up, gingerly slipping it inside the inner pocket of his coat. He buttons it up the rest of the way to keep from drawing attention to it.

“I doubt I’ll ever be used to your definition of fun,” Severus muses as he falls back into step behind Bellatrix. “I was merely putting the creature out of its misery. That’s nothing worth snapping at me about.”

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: : { The  Price  of  Life } : :             Lily + Bellatrix [war pair]

When dueling breaks out, the impulse is to fight hard and fast to bring out a win for one’s battling team. Thoughts of safety vanish as spells fly through the air, striking targets and deflecting return volley. Attention to where dodged spells land or misdirects go flying doesn’t come to mind. That is, until the support columns of the building, the setting for the latest conflict, blast away and the entire framework begins to tremble before collapsing in on itself.

Screams sound and the black-cloaked as well as the rebel duelists begin to scatter. The Death Eaters use the confusion to their advantage and continue to bombard the opposition with hastily thrown spells but as more tiles of ceiling and wooden boards tumble out of place and crash to the ground, spells miss entirely and only made the collapsing building a larger hazard.

Bellatrix sets her sights on the redhead. Lily Evans. Disregarding the cries of her companions to get out before the whole place comes down on their heads. Her single-minded determination blinds her to the extent of the danger. When a board crashes and swipes her mask from her face, Bellatrix presses forward without fretting over the lost object.

“Evans!” Bellatrix cries out as her wand arm flings out and casts a spell at a precariously teetering section of ceiling, bringing it crashing down around the redhead to trap her from the escape route her friends had taken. “You’re mine, you filthy bitch!”

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The moment her sister threatens to stay in her room and not accompany her outside to marvel at the snow, Bellatrix lets Narcissa’s hair go and crosses her arms over her chest with a huff. All she wants is to get her way and if it means subjecting her youngest sister to a bit of simple pain, then she’ll do what must be done. It’s natural impulse for Bellatrix.

“Perhaps my aim is that you do catch your death,” the eldest mutters, easily loud enough to be heard as she turns and locates Narcissa’s dressing gown over by her wardrobe. She takes it from the hanging charm it’s kept up by and haphazardly tosses it toward the blonde, not caring when it lands in a heap on the floor beside the bed. “But there’s your stupid gown. Now hurry, Cissy. Or I will go back to pulling your hair. I may even go so far as to wrap the dressing grown around your throat.”

Idle threats. If looked at with a speculative gaze, someone may say that it’s Bellatrix’ way of showing affection. But she doesn’t see it as such. Too keen on seeing the snow, she wouldn’t make good on her promise, all the same and no doubt Narcissa realises it as well. So instead, Bella laments, “As slow as you’re moving, the snow will have fallen and melted already by the time you’re ready and then everything will be your fault.”

Crystalline Pristine; Cissy + Bella [Flashback]

“You may not be my house elf but you are my sister! Imagine if I catch my death out there in the cold all because you couldn’t fetch my dressing gown!” The young blonde has always been far too dramatic. And it doesn’t cross her mind ever that perhaps Bella is not the most susceptible target for her theatrics. “Anyway, it will be faster if you fetch it as I fetch my slippers.”

And Narcissa really was about to get out of bed when Bella took hold of her precious blonde locks, tugging enough to hurt the little girl with absolutely no tolerance for pain. She should have now, though. Given how hard their mother can sometimes hit, especially with her being the only daughter in the Black Manor these past three months. “Ow!” She squeals in protest, “Let go Bella, I said I was coming!” Narcissa’s hands grip at her sisters, an attempt to prise the grip off though Bella has always been physically stronger than her. “I won’t come with you at all if you don’t let go!” She threatens. But Narcissa will, because she longs to see the first snow.

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Stepping back as Narcissa seems to come around to her idea--mention snow and her baby sister is immediately ensnared. Bellatrix grins and folds her arms across her chest. “I’m not your house elf, Cissy. You can very well fetch it yourself. After all--you complain of it being so cold, you should be willing to put more effort into shielding yourself against.”

It doesn’t matter that she’s closer, Bellatrix loathes doing anything at another person’s command. The fact that Eris could accomplish it at all was no small feat, but it was never an easy and ensured thing. No matter what her parents said of the role Eris was meant to play, Bellatrix would do everything in her power to evade being controlled.

“Well hurry up! The snow won’t simply wait for us. Merlin, you’re slow.” Bellatrix glares at the blonde and reaches out to tug on a swath of Narcissa’s hair to emphasis her ire at being kept waiting, putting just enough pull in it to cause minor pain at her scalp. “We mustn’t get caught up and if we do, it will be all your fault.”

Crystalline Pristine; Cissy + Bella [Flashback]

“You do, mother will make you,” Narcissa said sleepily, but shifted over in the bed - far larger than any child Narcissa’s age needed - to make room for Bella. She knew in that moment that she was not going to get back to sleep anytime soon. Whether or not she actually cared about getting her Christmas presents from Bella. The oldest sister seemed determined to have her way. “But its cold outside.”

And then Bellatrix had the good sense to mention snow flakes. A sure fire way to at least tempt her youngest sister with the idea of venturing out of bed. “Snowflakes?” She asks, a grin of her own taking over.

“Bella!” Narcissa whines as she loses the warmth that her covers provided when her sister is back in the floor. She squeals when a hand pokes her in the ribs; the area ticklish as Bella should well know. But at the loss of the blankets’ warmth, Narcissa is now admitting she must get up to be dragged along in Bella’s fun. So she sits up in bed, shuffling out of her sister’s prodding hand. “Fine! I’m coming, fetch my dressing gown.”

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There is a distinct difference in the way the two respond to the absence of the other. Bellatrix had little concern for her own well-being while she’d been held captive, only that what was inflicted upon her had rebounded onto Eris. And she had no interest in encouraging Eris to come rescue her until things looked dire, for fear that her soulmate may have in some way been taken captive herself in the attempt.

With roles reversed, Bellatrix has no reservations. Every ounce of her being wants nothing more than to apparate right to her location and break her free. No matter that Alastor Moody represented a greater obstacle than Marcus McKinnon posed based on experience alone. Her attention is riveted to the encounter they carry out, not for what is said. It’s beyond her purview. What Bellatrix cares to know is whether any path in their exchange will result in bodily harm to Eris.

“I haven’t a clue who did the McKinnon bitch in. Whoever responsible should answer to me for taking that death away from me,” she hisses. Fingers curl into fists. The suggestion of the Evans makes Bellatrix roll her eyes and her ethereal image rises from its perch at Eris’ seat to begin circling the two at the table they share. Dark eyes pinned to the frame of Alastor. “The bastard has no clue what he’s putting in motion, the torment that will rain down on him the second you return to me. I will birth the things of his nightmares and watch him self-destruct. Eris--learn what you can of his fears. I will feel his neck between my hands once every frightened breath of his has been expended.

“And we both know he must be acting outside the law for this. Or he wouldn’t hold you here, he’d have you within the Ministry. We could easily target that fact itself--destroy his career before we end his miserable life.” Teeth bared, Bellatrix crawls over the table, a nonexistent apparition with a seething gaze for Auror Moody alone. Crouched on the table’s surface, her face mere centimetres from the scarred and sallow face, the witch hisses with the coiled fury and resentment at her need for restraint. Eris must come out of this alive and whole in order for them to act on exacting revenge.

{ Bond Behind the Masks }; Bellatrix + Eris [mindscape]

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“I don’t have to give you anything,” Bellatrix sniffs delicately, even as she climbs onto Narcissa’s bed with little concern for her sister’s likely preference for sleep over dealing with her. If there’s one thing being away at school had done for her, it only made her less inclined to care what others wanted. Her own needs trumped all else in her opinion. “But the gifts are yours if you get up and come outside with me.”

With one pale finger, she points to the window opposite them and grins with a rare innocence in her expression. A childhood pleasure that still brings back the glimpses of a more benevolent aspect of Bellatrix’ identity. “I’m certain I saw snowflakes. We have to go watch. Get up, Cissy. Get up!”

Bellatrix slides back to the floor and begins yanking the covers off her sister to encourage compliance. Her hands reaching out to prod Narcissa in the ribs; whatever it takes. Her youngest sister, absent from her days inside the stuffy old castle, was going to get out of bed and join her in the cold to enjoy the gentle silence of night and swirling snowy flakes. The first snow of the season. At least the first one since she’s been home and the first to enjoy with a sibling dragged along for it.

Crystalline Pristine; Cissy + Bella [Flashback]

Night time in the Black Manor alone had been difficult for the youngest sister to grow used to. They had shared a nursery when they were very little. A time the small blonde hardly remembered. But she remembered spending time with her sisters after they had all left their shared room and been given their own quarters. A rarity now that Cissa was having to grow used to. But the young blonde was sleeping soundly by the time Christmas came round in what was Andromeda’s first year at Hogwarts.

Though her ears prick at the oldest sister’s harsh whisper, Narcissa does not respond immediately. Yes sleeping soundly is new to the blonde, but she is rather fond of her sleep. So she foolishly believes that just once the whisper that belongs to Bella may yet be ignored. But she is - of course - wrong, and though Bella’s threat is mild, it works on Narcissa because she is perhaps the most materialistic eleven year old to exist. “That’s not fair. You have to give me my Yuletide presents… What do you want?”