#c: bellatrix

[evelynxzabini]

Watching Bellatrix work was it's own sort of pleasure. To see the delight in her eyes as she tortured, the sharp thrill that ran through her body one she had no doubt the witch beside her felt as well. It was intoxicating, to hold all that power over another and watch them crumble beneath it. It was an intoxicating feeling and one she surely would never grow tired of. She would have found an outlet for the craving no matter what, but the Dark Lord honed it into purpose. An outlet to release all that she kept pent up within her.

A cold laugh fell from her lips as Bellatrix reminded her that he was inconsequential, that perhaps he didn't know anything. "A pity that we didn't land someone more worthwhile." A dramatic sigh as she shook her head. "No matter, another time."

Things progressed beautifully between the two witches as they worked together to torture the man before them, to drag everything possible from him. Inconsequential or not, by the end she was sure he had told them everything he could possibly think of. It was beautiful to watch, no matter how strong they were in the beginning, they all crumbled by the end. Those foolish enough to try and keep quiet, remain stoic usually fare even worse. It spiked her adrenaline, nearly thrumming with power and excitement as they tortured him. Her eyes were bright, a cruel smile curling her lips. To watch Bellatrix settled behind him had only fed her enjoyment and desire, igniting a fire in her blood that she'd need to quench once they'd finished here.

Her smile was delighted as Bellatrix suggested he spy for them and she nodded in agreement. She trailed a delicate manicured finger along his jaw. "We'll be seeing you soon." She purred. Exhaustion and unspent energy warred within her as they cleaned up, leaving the space and the man in front of them to look as if nothing had happened.

~END

Infatuation sent Bellatrix's features into fixated happiness. Still moments from Finn's body, her wand continued its ascent, fingers bristling with magic yearning to be unleashed. Dark hair cascaded her shoulders, a laugh on her tongue and eyes wide with violent obsession. His denial had her tutting, Evelyn's symbiotic response making her dark heart thud just a little harder, blood rushing, her ears ringing, skin aflame. It was a physical reaction to the mere thought of what would surely come. There wasn't much that could truly get under her skin. Lust, fury, greed, the lines were blurred, the witch always balancing the fine line that divided them. Pain and pleasure were two side of the same coin, after all. One could not exist without the other. It was a pity that more didn't see the world as she did, rich with the beauty of its bounteous agonies. But she knew that Evelyn understood.

As his head was sharply inclined, she changed her spell, her wand becoming like a knife's edge and releasing a delightful trickle against his Adam's apple. Her eyes followed, consuming the sight while her free fingers fisted tightly into his shirt.

"He might not know anything, Evelyn," she quietly drawled, a heavy glance pulling itself from its prize with reluctant necessity. "Small fry, remember?" Her eyes met Evelyn's, bristling brightly. There was no further need to speak. The two witches simply proceeded together, working efficiently and brutally. Bellatrix was considerate - she at least gave him a few more opportunities to share his knowledge voluntarily, though truth be told she expected nothing further than an excuse to ratchet up her methods. Like most other Order lackies, he was absurdly noble and far too stupid. The progression to curses was as swift as his failing resolve, his screams soon joining the heated buzzing in her head as her adrenaline began to spike. She needed this. The Dark Lord was gracious, his cause was a gift. Without this, she'd be confined in a cage, desperately seeking an outlet for her inclinations. But this - this was divine. And when the war was won, they would all be gods, ruling with iron-fisted damnation.

She'd been coiled against him, having ended up behind his weakened figure while Evelyn took over. Every curse hit her body with second-hand intensity, hurled against him and striking right through to her trembling flesh. She'd never tire of it, the excitement of absorbing sheer power. Dark magic throbbed with something more alive than her own beating pulse. They'd managed to pull a few trinkets from the wizard, mostly things he'd heard or seen, without understanding their significance. It was enough to take back to the Dark Lord and Bellatrix was satisfied he had nothing left to give. Releasing him unceremoniously, she swished her wand to keep him upright, barely looking as she tossed Evelyn a triumphantly beaming smile. But she wasn't done. The Cruciatus was her favourite Unforgiveable, but for this, she chose the Imperius, locking it to him with swift expertise.

"We send him back," she told Evelyn, content that he was now a puppet in her grasp. "Let him spy for us." With another few spells, they cleaned him up, leaving no sign of injury or interference, aside from an exhaustion that surely troubled them all these days. It was a war, after all.

[slwagatha]

where: Blenheim Palace, Selwyn Wedding who: @bellatrix-lestrxnge

Today was the happiest day of Agatha's life, something she'd been dreaming of for so long finally coming true. Everything had been perfect, to the last detail, but what she considered to be most memorable was the fact that all the people she'd wanted by her side had been there for such a special moment. The witch had been swirling around a congratulatory wave of people, ever so thrilled, until she spotted a more than familiar face. The excitement washed over her, pulling Bellatrix into a hug even if knowing she wasn't particularly into this kind of demonstrations, but she was emotional and her friend was there, she couldn't quite help herself. "Ah, Bella, I'm married!" She chimed in between tears and laughter.

[rsrevan]

where: lestrange manor who: @bellatrix-lestrxnge

Ever since the new year started, Evan had been keeping mostly to himself, only engaging in the eventual night out for drinks but certainly not allowing any meaningful conversations. The one person he'd chosen to share the details with, outside of the ones who'd been made aware by his ex-betrothed, was his dearest cousin. He'd taken it upon himself to send an owl explaining how things had gone down after their last conversation and roughly what his next plans were. One thing alone was certain, he was not about to get betrothed again and he would have his fair share of fun, having been respectful of his bond to Alara for so long to have her calling him a cheater nonetheless, seemingly looking to blame him for her own shortcomings in their relationship. Realizing just how much he'd given up for their marriage to work had turned him into a rather weary wizard, what use was there if the other person wouldn't acknowledge any of it, turning him into a monster out of convenience to justify a decision she never had the guts to make.

Perhaps he was bitter, betrayal bringing out the worst of him, but the news of his cousin's disappearance fell heavy on his shoulders, finding more than enough reasons to leave the manor and make a proper comeback. First things first though, as he'd showed up at the Lestrange Manor, sitting comfortably in the living room waiting for his cousin to join him. His expression alarmingly calm, the corners of his lips pulled upwards as the witch walked into the room, her presence always noticeable. "Darling," he paused, greeting her, "it might be high time we took matters in our own hands. Got a bit of that thirst already, if you know what I mean."

[nancycattermole]

who : Bellatrix Black ( @bellaaegis)

Where : the great hall

Levitating in the air was a pair of ballroom shoes, high above the hoards of people. With only a few noticing their presence, those select few included Nancy, Bellatrix and the poor boy from eighth year who was in an unknown duel with Bellatrix Black. The young man’s wand was fighting a loosing battle against the older woman, and Nancy’s eyes narrowed as Bellatrix seemed to be chuckling to herself.

Typically Nancy was unwilling to cause any form of conflict or intervene in any bickering not to do with her. Somehow, Nancy found it difficult to walk away from this situation. Nancy walked past Bellatrix, intentionally bumping their shoulders together. Hopeful that it distracted the other woman from her enchantment. “Oh, I am sorry.” Her tone, a feigned surprised. “It’s just so busy. I didn’t seem to be looking where I was going.”

[aesthetic-crows]

BELLATRIX BLACK -

'The greatest Death Eater who ever lived'

[pandoraxnott]

Pandora had spent the last couple weeks tweaking with the clock, pleased with the final product that she pulled out a piece of parchment and sent an owl to the one that was most curious about this item. - @bellatrix-lestrxnge

Dear Mrs. Lestrange,

You requested that I reach out once I have corrected what needed to be done on the clock. I have made all adjustments that were needed and when you have time, I would appreciate if you would come when you have time to take a look at the finished product.

Take care,

Pandora Nott

[rsrevan]

Relatives or not, his relationship to Bellatrix had gone through many stages over the years. There were times where they despised each other, barely able to get along, while others they just seemed to stand on the same page, enjoying the other's company. Today could be either, toss a galleon and you might see. "Little mouse fits either of your other cousins, growing older may have you confusing relatives, Bells." The wizard teased back. "I was looking for your husband, actually, but you might do."

Where: Carkitt Market Who: Open to all Bellatrix titled her head to the side slightly as she studied the person standing a few feet in front of her. They’d been wandering up and down the street. “Looks like a little mouse lost its way.”

[emirselwyn]

status: for @bellatrix-lestrxnge

Emir had been an Obliviator for many years, Charms had been his best subject and he found it easy manipulating and altering people's memories. It was a skill helpful to him at his day job as well as when he got sent out by the Dark Lord. There had been an explosion of assumed magical origin in a small Scottish town. They'd been sent there by the Ministry to question them. The Dark Lord gave them another task, as they suspected the Order hiding something close to the house that blew up. The task was a different one, but one he saw much more fitting. He liked working with Bellatrix, she was neither particularly chatty nor incompetent and always got results. Qualities he appreciated in colleagues. "Questioning them shouldn't take us long, with our combined efforts they'll spill everything and then we can wipe their memories and go back to the Ministry."

[lilywalkers]

made a playlist for the noble house of black !

[offtotheratraces]

The voice of Bellatrix Black, somebody who his previous encounters with had been quite unpleasant. Peter almost visibly grimaced at the sound of her, but no part of him wanted to give her the satisfaction of doing so. After what the Blacks had done to Sirius, the pain that they had put his best friend through. A glare boomed over Peter's features. "Ah Bellatrix, I'll be fine. No need for any concern." Sarcasm oozing from his tone. Pushing himself to his feet and collecting the shell of the camera. It could be fixed later. "Never worry, those things can be easily replaced." Quite like shitty families, Peter fought back the urge to add.

@bellaaegis

Rarely was Bellatrix found within the charms corridor at this stage, no longer needing the class. Her path had lead her down a different path. No other intention than waiting on a friend had brought her down the familiar halls, a tale of so long ago. Had it not been for the noise of a crashing being, body hitting the floor, chances were she'd not have paid mind to the others roaming the corridor at all. Like so many other times before, Bellatrix saw no benefit within the presence of most until her eyes fell upon Peter Pettigrew.

No genius was needed to remember those her cousin had decided to bunk with in favor of his very own family. The brunette couldn't help the faux pity that befell her face, seeing nothing but a beneficial encounter within the meeting. "Look at you, should be careful. Don't want to get yourself hurt, do you?" Her head moved to the side, carefully bending down to pick up the lens that had shattered. "What a pity." Like a creature ready to use its claws to rip apart the structural integrity of another living being, Bellatrix couldn't help the curiosity. Two could play that game after all. - @offtotheratraces

[alectocarrowx]

where: lestrange manor who: @brutal-bellatrix

It had been a day since her sudden arrival, summoning the strength to wander down into the study room, the warmth of the fire calling her name. A blanket wrapped around her, head leaning into the high side of the lounge chair, with a mug of tea in her hands.

Alecto had tea with his mother earlier, a little conversation had, explaining the incident she found herself in, leaving some key points out. Those were points that would be dealt with later.

Her head twists to the entrance of the study at the sound of heels clicking against the stone. The sight of Bellatrix standing there was a welcoming face. "It is I down here. Rabastan is upstairs with company."

[apollinebeausejour]

where: dusk on diagon alley who: @xrodolphusxlestrangex @brutal-bellatrix

Apolline had heard what happened at home, a letter sent from her mother, and at the end, it requested her to come home. She knew she would have to share with them what happened with Rabastan and why his family suddenly pulled away. She hated that she was disappointing her family, but she held no regret for her actions. He deserved to know how it felt to be powerless, that to have something held against him that he had no control of. The half-veela held no qualms for what she was. She had finally stepped into her her potential.

She was walking down the street, about to make it back to her flat, when she caught sight of a shadow from the corner of her eyes, turning around to find one covered by his robes and hood.

"Can I help you?"

[rsrevan]

It was most definitely true, Evan knew what her thoughts on the matter were, clear as day. He knew the witch all too well and needed not ask to see where she stood regarding his betrothal. She had been the only one to share her concerns from the very beginning, which he had carefully dismissed at the time but now seem to be feeding himself and watching them grow into an actual problem. It was also true that he had been quite distracted lately, his mind unable to think of anything but the witch that had got away from his grasp when he'd decided to get betrothed to Alara. It was a bet he'd made that hadn't turned out as planned, rather the opposite as he now stood alone at a party while his fiancée was off with blood traitors and worse. He was angry at her for lying to him, he was also annoyed at himself for allowing her to get so comfortable to the point of disrespecting him and her own family. Mostly, he was haunted by the what ifs, had he only been more patient and waited perhaps he wouldn't be in such an uncomfortable and despicable situation.

If there was anyone he could share his thoughts with, it was his dangerous but lovely cousin. The one person he could trust with his life, to the point of sharing his deepest worries and regrets. "I fear you might be right, she's misbehaving and acting out. All too rebellious to be the wife I need, or want." He sighed heavily, suddenly not in the mood for a party any longer. Chosing to focus on the drink on his hand instead, Evan took a long sip and downed the contents of his glass before turning his attention back to the witch. "Would it be too damaging on my reputation if I called it all off? Or hers for that matter?"

Permitting the contact and bold press of lips upon cruel knuckles was a rare thing, yet for Evan - anything. Her lips curled at the compliment. Her ego was a sensitive beast. But her satisfaction came more from the fact that her goal had been fulfilled. She was not a witch to cower in shadows, though furtive quietude served her well on many occasions. Bellatrix Lestrange preferred to announce herself like a hellish beacon. 'Imposing' was a perfect descriptive. She approved.

At his words, she arched an eyebrow so high that it almost disappeared beneath her elaborate hairstyle. She didn't bother to conceal her merciless judgement, but for the sake of his emotions - what a thought, a unlikely consideration she had never expected to manoeuvre - she kept her most scathing words to herself, opting instead for the stating the obvious.

"You already know what I think, Evan." A pause, heated and bristling with ruthless anticipation. "You deserve better. So I will tell you what I've said before: she is one step away from being disowned, and by all accounts - quite the little slut, too." Traipsing around the White Wyvern looking for wizards like a common whore... How repugnant. Her cousin could certainly achieve a far more suitable marriage - one that befitted his name and status properly. "Get rid of her before it's too late."

[ravellaarryns]

who: @percival-templeton when: some weeks into the court of the vales return from the westerlands, there is news regarding the knight of ninestars. context: the aftermath of a skirmish. percival returns to the eyrie wounded, after an ambush that he suspects was set up by domeric stone.

the door creaked open with the weight of a man broken but unbowed, the heavy scrape of boots against stone loud in the hush of the queen’s solar. ravella arryn didn’t look up at first. the air still smelled of smoke and steel—battle’s sour breath—and something bitter beneath it: blood, not quite dry. her fingers drummed the armrest of her chair, nails clicking soft and sharp in the vast silence, before she let her gaze drift towards the figure now looming near the hearth.

he was a soldier, a knight of the vale; never would he take to his bed and implore for an audience to be there. he presented himself as men should be.

“you are late, lord commander.” she said, voice flat as the winter sky beyond the narrow windows, sounding as stern as she always did when they addressed one another. her eyes flicked over him—armour cracked and filthy, the gleam of blood, both old and new, streaking his temple where it matted the dark of his hair. “and you’re bleeding. again.” it took one look at him to realise that something had clearly taken place, and judging by the sounds of the mayhem and upheaval within the courtyard with the return of the lord commander's hunting party, this had to be it. it were common for her to see the knights of the vale bloodied from sparring; practice, was near perfect. less illusion, more realism.

she had kept herself away from the matter, lest it cause unrest and distress to the falcon son in her womb, ready to cleanse the world and put a right to all that was so utterly wrong.

she didn’t ask if it was his blood. it was obvious. the slow drag of his breath, the stiffness in his shoulder where it pulled too tight, the slump that pride alone barely held upright. ravella tipped her head, considering him like one might an animal that’d come home with a torn ear. it made him more appealing; attractive even, something that caused her gaze to linger just a moment too long. she cared not if she noticed it. “i imagine it was all terribly noble,” she drawled, rising at last, the silk of her gown whispering against the cold floor. she crossed to him, boots silent, though her presence pressed heavy in the room.

“swords raised. banners flying.” her fingers, cool and idle, traced the edge of his gorget, where the steel had been torn open by some near-fatal blow. she did not need to ask him who he thought was behind the ambush; all had heard the words exchanged by the men at the doors of the council following a regular meeting, in which pride and tempers had finally boiled over. it was only a matter of time before one of them made the first strike; they would be the death of one another, she thought - quite fondly.

she moved towards the table where maps lay scattered beneath the soft spill of candlelight, their edges curled and singed. her hand hovered over them before dismissing them with a flick. “do you intend to behead a snake this day?” she asked, a cascade of dark tresses hung over the small of her waist as she fixed him a look; she did not need to say the name. she wanted to hear him say the name.

[alectocarrowx]

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."

[lucimalfoys]

"Merlin, Bella," he groaned, stifling a budding laugh. He had no untoward intentions with Narcissa, which was something he figured Bellatrix would've known by now. Even if he believed his future sister-in-law came off a bit... intense, he appreciated the protectiveness over his betrothed. Should he fail to provide for and protect Narcissa—highly unlikely—he knew her sister would gladly take the reins. Not that Narcissa couldn't provide for herself, of course. He wasn't that archaic in his beliefs.

Shaking away his thoughts, he watched her place her drink order. "That witch you sent away happens to be Agnes Hopkirk," he paused for dramatic effect, his face unmoving. "She's the Head of Magical Transportation at the Ministry, and I was meeting with her for business on behalf of my father." Lucius circled the rim of his glass, ignoring Bellatrix's gaze. "She's also seventy one years old and happily married with grandchildren. Not to mention a halfblood," he said with an air of finality.

He cleared his throat and accepted her response with a nod. "Fair point, I suppose. Though I don't go anywhere without a silencing charm around me." Lucius raised an eyebrow smugly, leaning back in his chair. "Really, was that a hidden compliment? From you? How unexpected."

Bellatrix leans back in her chair, quite amused with Lucius across from her. "I ran into a little, strumpet, outside, who claimed to be coming to meet you for a drink." Her features stoic. "I did send her on her way and I do hope she was wrong with her intentions." The last thing she would do is allow her sister to be played for a fool. Hues side glanced to the witch behind the bar, a hand waving in the air, most establishments knowing of her standing drink order.

"I do tend to keep better company." She points out bluntly. "I do not share where I've been. I'd be a fool. You do not know who might be listening." She sighs. "How is your clean up going? I see what you and your father have been doing."