#dyiingflower

@dyiingflower

she senses her presence before she sees her. throat is cleared, and a quick hand dries away tears from her cheeks. too stubborn to let her sister see her like this --- still far too disappointed to ever truly trust her. or at least not yet. so she takes a step back, breath shivering slightly, a slight tremble on her lips. her gaze is carefully averted from narcissa, instead stubbornly focused on the ground, refusing to look her in the eye. a rarity for someone like bellatrix, who is hellbent on staring death himself in the face, every single day. “don’t,” she says, trying to make herself sound far more intimidating than she feels right now. “i’m fine. don’t... do that thing that you do. you know i hate it.”

           she’s not used to everything not being on her terms --- so she feels uncomfortable where she stands, draped in white, her face covered with a veil. the room is empty, except for them. a sister duo like none other, but still missing an important piece --- a gaping wound left by the betrayal of the middle child. that wound is especially painful today. so she leans on narcissa, their hands tightly wrapped together, bellatrix holding on for dear life. not quite ready to face the world yet. shallow breaths hinting at the turmoil that’s hiding underneath. she doesn’t know yet that the man waiting for her at the altar will be yet another constant, someone else for her to lean so heavily on. so for now, there’s only one person in this world that she trusts --- one person that she would die for. she refuses to let go of her hand, instead holding on tighter, as if narcissa is her only life line in a deep dark sea of unknown. face turns slightly towards her, determination in her eyes, hidden behind a white veil. “cissa,” she whispers, voice a little jagged, a little hesitant. not sure if she can do this yet. “i look ridiculous.” she gives her maid of honor a nervous smile, teeth digging into blood red lips. their hands are still locked together, the little sister having to act as the rock ( the safe haven ) once more.

[ 15:59 ] bellatrix >>> narcissa : i hope you realize that i’m going to kill both edgar bones and your husband [ 16:00 ] bellatrix >>> narcissa : why are they even involved in your baby shower?  [ 16:01 ] bellatrix >>> narcissa : fire them.

               she’s not gonna pretend like she doesn’t know who NARCISSA MALFOY is. if she didn’t, she’d be pretty bad at her job --- and though rita skeeter is many things, she is not that. so she simply takes a bite out of her cinnamon roll and offers narcissa a sweet smile. “you must be getting close to your due date,” she says, eyebrows raising, curiosity flashing across her face. the arrival of the newest addition to the malfoy-black clan will SURELY land in the papers. a small sip is taken from her green tea, and gaze drops to cissa’s stomach. “by the looks of it, i mean.” she breaks into a warm smile, and it’s almost real. not quite though, as it rarely is. “how exciting that must be. got any name ideas yet?”

 “ what are you doing here? five words or less. “ honestly, the last place that sirius would have thought to see narcissa was at the three broomsticks. for one thing, she was pregnant. generally, pregnant women didn’t drink. for another, they hadn’t spoken in years. granted, they had had what could be considered a bit of a moment in the middle of the siege but that hadn’t changed all the prior years for him. he was still very much SEPARATE from his family and their ideals. even if there were certain ones that he did have a soft spot for--namely his brother and the woman standing in the bar in front of him.

@dyiingflower​ //  유 starters.

         " oh, she’s only this angelic when she’s sleeping. trust me,” apolline says, a soft chuckle following her words. she is sitting in one of the lounge chairs in the tattoo parlor’s lobby, with fleur snoring peacefully in her arms. “ just wait until you have one of these running around, narcissa. you won’t know what hit you. “