NOIR ÉTRANGER

AP·O·GEE ( /ˈAPƏJĒ/ )

the highest point in the development of something; the climax or culmination.

the point in the orbit of the moon or a satellite at which it is furthest from the earth.

the noble and most ancient house of black, 2/?: regulus

It’s one of those times when his focus doesn’t move, and his eyes scarcely wander. His hands are steady despite the blood coating his fingers. He wants it, longs for it even, but not until he’s done. He has never been good at healing magic, and so often when his loves come home wounded, he patches them up by hand. He wishes Rodolphus could see to this instead, but his brother is still out and this can’t wait. He knows Bella is watching him while he has her settled on her side, but he doesn’t meet her gaze. He’s careful, so careful as he stitches up the wound across her waist, the needle piercing her skin and drawing more blood. “Hold still, beloved,” he murmurs absently as she shifts under his hands. “It’s almost finished.” Just another minute more and he’s tying off the end of his thread. Only when he’s sure he’s done what he needs do does he duck his head and kiss the blood from her side. He doesn’t know why her blood is his favorite, but it always has been. His red-stained fingers ghost down her uninjured, bare skin and he finally looks up at her to smile. “There. I told you it wouldn’t take long.”

    Her lightheadedness couldn’t be blamed solely on the blood-loss. The raggedness to her breathing had more to do with his hands warming her skin than the distant pain of a needle piercing through her skin again and again. As intent as he is on the gash in her side, Bella is intent on him, eyes blown wide as her focus burns, curling restlessly in her gut. She can’t help but groan as he kisses around the stitches. Her hand feels impossibly heavy (all right, maybe the blood-loss was more than a little responsible for the dizziness), but she drags one up to press her fingers against his cheek. 

Send one of the following touches for my muse’s reaction. Bonus points for a description/context of some kind to make it easier for your partner to respond!

❤ - gentle or loving touch (romantic or platonic!), such as face caressing, holding your muse, rubbing their back, petting their hair, hugging them tightly, etc

ღ - kisses of any kind (romantic or platonic) such as cheek kisses, hair kisses, mouth kisses, kiss to the hand/fingertips or eyelids, etc. feel free to specify a body part!

☕ - reassuring touch, such as holding their hand, gripping their shoulder, guiding them by the arm or by a hand on the small of their back, etc

❥ - rough, violent, or dominant touch, such as gripping the back of their neck, holding them down, shoving them into a wall, digging their nails into them, grabbing their jaw, etc

❣ - add this to any of the above to make it sexual. 

I hated the lot of them: my parents with their pure-blood mania, convinced that to be a Black made you practically royal… my idiot brother, soft enough to believe them… that’s him. He was younger than me, and a much better son, as I was constantly reminded.