Just The Man [Rodolphus]

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Just The Man [Rodolphus] Jan 30, 2013 21:33:22 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2013 21:33:22 GMT -8

From time to time, especially now that their wedding day loomed ever before them like a bad omen, Rod found himself trying to imagine he and Bellatrix's life together. Mr. And Mrs. Rodolphus Lestrange. Loving husband and wife, purveyors of pure-blood supremacy everywhere. They would live at the Lestrange estate; not the one the Lestrange brothers lived in presently, but their second manor in the English countryside. Rodolphus had always known that would be the home he and his future wife would live in. He'd only been there a scant number of times in his life, but it had always lay there in the back of his mind as a symbol of the future that would inevtiably be his – whether he wished it or not. In his head, he envisioned he and Bellatrix sitting at the dinner table, heads bowed to their places, eating in silence. He could see Bellatrix stealing away to the third-floor balcony in the middle-of-the-night, choosing to stand at its edge in dark, torrid contemplation whilst he paced ceaselessly in front of the dancing flames of the fireplace. She wouldn't sleep in his bed. They would have separate bedrooms, like husband and wives of the 19th century. He wouldn't hold her hand. Or kiss her. They wouldn't take vacations to the sea and watch the tide roll in. The only times they would shag would be to release their own pent-up hatred towards one another. Heated arguments. Curses flying. Resentment. Entrapment. Tricks. Exhuaustion. That was all he saw. A life with Bellatrix Black was a cage.

That was all he could think about as he watched Bellatrix double over in her fit of mad, raving laughter. This was the woman he was to marry, this deranged half-wit with not a lick of sense. Looking upon her, her inky black hair waving up and down around her face, her mouth agape like a soul-sucking dementor, she seemed to him not even human. In that moment, she transformed. Bellatrix was a mythological beast from fiction, a harpy, an agent of ugliness and madness that had come to deliver his punishment. He watched on as her hunched-over back heaved up and down; her very face seemed to contort and gnarl like disgruntled intestines. There was suchHer laugh was a shrill warning cry and her arms were talons that threatened to break his skin and spill his blood. He couldn't decide if he should be terrified of her, or simply pity her. Maybe both.

He felt a stirring within his chest as he watched her draw blood. It was a small thing, a small, human thing, but it inspired so much within him. More than he could never know or guess. “You hurt. Good to know.” he replied sarcastically. At her words, his lips curled in a smile. Kill her... He'd certainly entertained the notion on more than one occasion, but there was something about that suggestion now that seemed all the more... real? He could do it. He hated her enough. He knew the words that had to be said, and he wanted her bloody end more than anything. A life without Bellatrix, that was his greatest desire. Without her, he could be free to make his own choices, he wouldn't have to dread the thought of his blue-green eyes and her pale skin on a little baby. She wouldn't be there to stalk his every move. He could make her bleed just a bit more, couldn't he? Rodolphus hardly registered the sight of her staggering toward him, that disquieting, tilted smile on her face. And then the thinkable happened. She kissed him.

She kissed him. Rodolphus would be lying if he said he'd never thought about kissing Bellatrix before. Touching her. Feeling her beneath him. That warm ticke of her breath on the back of his neck. But all of this had been pure fantasy, nothing but passing daydreams as a result of his inflated hormones and tendency to get distracted easily. Rod had long ago acknowledged that Bellatarix was beatiful. Mad off her rocker, but beautiful. Honestly, the only thing keeping him from ripping off all her clothes was the fact that she was his betrothed. She wasn't someone that had come to him, but rather, had been forced on him. By his descipable parents, no less. If he slept with her, it would be like giving his parents the satisfaction. And he couldn't do that. Her lips on his mouth: the action was disarming and tasted like poison. In any moment, Rod was certain he'd keel over and die from that kiss of hers. It was deadly. But the only way to combat a monster is to fight it off. Without hardly a thought in his head, just pure instinct, Rod pulled back. Then he brought up the back of his hand and slapped it hard against the side of her face. The smack reverberated throughout the room like a thunderclap.

Rod was breathing hard now, chest heaving up and down. He couldn't catch his breath. It felt as if there was something awakening inside of him, breaking out of its shell and ready to come to the surface. This feeling filled him up with a sensation he'd never felt before, something like possibility, and clarity, and most importantly, dominion. Rodolphus had never felt so alive before. He wanted to make her hurt. It was a wonderful epiphany. He didn't even know where it had come from, this want of his, but it was there.

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Just The Man [Rodolphus] Feb 6, 2013 9:07:02 GMT -8

Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Feb 6, 2013 9:07:02 GMT -8

A kiss that was perhaps the most intense that she had ever had, Bellatrix immediately felt herself getting pulled into the situation. It wasn’t that she enjoyed kissing Rodolphus - although she would admit that the brief moment that they shared had been pleasurable - it was the sheer fact that after so long she was finally allowing herself to kiss him. So long she had refused him because of their history together but she had always wondered what it would feel like. Was he really as good as all the girls said? What did she have to look forward to - or perhaps not look forward to - in her future? And then, her mind all adrift, she was shoved off of Rod and stumbled backwards a little. Confused, she found herself unable to move, as if he had cast some sort of spell on her.

The pain that spread from the place on her cheek where his hand had collided with her face began to spread like white-hot lightening, searing all parts of the collision site until it stung like hell. He had slapped her; the realization of what had just transpired was slow to come into her brain, but when it did, she felt an intense sting of furiousness. She moved her fingertips across her cheek, feeling the distinct raised lines where Rod’s fingers had collided with her face. It would most certainly stay like that for a while. Embarrassment flooded through her veins in that moment, thick like molasses and clogging up every other escape that she could have had. How could she have let Rodolphus best her like this? ‘You’re losing your touch, Black,’ She spread her hand, encompassing as much of the area that she could, perhaps trying to hide the reality of the situation even from herself. She had been slapped countless times, it wasn’t as if it was a new experience for her, but from Rodolphus it felt like such a personal attack. It had phased her, and she felt a deep-seated urge to phase him too. To break him right in front of her eyes as watch as he became one of her possessions instead of...this.

”What do you think you’re doing?”

[/b] Those were the only words that seemed to make any sense to her in that moment. They were stark, unfeeling, dangerous words that made it out of her lips. He could have just as easily asked her the same question, but she demanded first, keeping her chip up despite the fact that it was burning with the heat of a thousand suns of embarrassment. Almost as if she was warning Lestrange against the path that he was heading down. Rodolphus was a lot of things - a sadist among them - but she had never expected her future husband to be so...violent toward her. Bells had observed Roddie since their early ears, trying to figure out what made him tick. For all those years, she had found him weak and unable to stand up for what he wanted. He would pout until someone gave him what he needed and then he would act like a spoiled brat. Perhaps he even had deeply rooted mummy problems, which would explain his pathological need to jump on every being with a heartbeat in the Slytherin Common Room. But this violence? It was unmatched by his previous actions in her eyes.

For a moment, there was a flicker of interest in her eyes. Perhaps Rod wasn’t the push-over whore that she had always thought that he was. Perhaps there was something there that could be molded into a man that was both dangerous and a worthy match for Bellatrix Black. And then the feeling was gone, replaced by the rage that had come storming in like soldiers raiding a castle. She was at the center of it, a loaded gun with gun powder about to be lit. When she exploded, anything in the cross-fire was likely to be destroyed, ”I said what do you think you’re doing!”[/b] Her voice was louder now, closer to a yell than anything else. She wanted to scream herself hoarse in front of him. Tell him all the awful things that were raging around in her mind like a thousand roaring snitches.

The searing anger was getting worse, practically making her squirm with furiousness. She wanted to destroy him and that smug look that he was wearing. She wanted to destroy all of him. She didn’t even want to marry him - he was the most unbearable being that she had ever come into contact with. Without a second thought, Bellatrix reached down for her wand and pointed it at the table that was to the left of Rod, ”Expulso!”[/b] She screamed, causing the table to shatter into a million tiny pieces all around them, the explosion practically rocking the room. Again, she pointed her wand to a few of the dummies on the other side of the room and they shattered as well, the explosions louder than anything she had ever heard. She was being hit by shrapnel from the blasts, cutting her cheeks and arms, but she couldn’t stop. Another spell hit the far wall and some of the stones attempted to dislodge themselves from the wall. All the while, her green eyes were trained on Rodolphus Lestrange. He had released a monster and he had better be prepared to deal with the consequences.

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Just The Man [Rodolphus] Feb 8, 2013 19:14:41 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2013 19:14:41 GMT -8

Rodolphus was immediately perplexed by the look of bewilderment on his fianace's face. That look that twisted and turned like a god damn Rubik's cube. If she had expected any other kind of reaction from Rodolphus, she was sadly mistaken. What had the stupid bitch expected him to do? Shove his tongue down her throat and pretend like she was any other girl? Bellatrix Black wasn't like any other girls. She was a sodding harpy on steroids. It wasn't that she had been a poor kisser. In fact, in that brief, halting moment that her lips had touched his, the feeling had been more than satisfactory. Aside from his momentary lapse of violence, the kiss was just as he'd always imagined it to be: disarming, electric, and wrought with an insanity only Bellatrix Black could muster. Even still, he thought Bellatrix had to have lost her mind to think that he could ever want her like that. He could scarcely look at her without vomiting up all his insides.

A sneer appeared on his face as he looked upon her, that red welt on her face getting brighter and brighter by the second, it seemed. He's regarded her with this kind of revulsion and condescension before. This hateful look of his was nothing new. But in that moment, his disgust reached a new level that not even Rod knew existed. Here was Bellatrix Black, his own iron anchor weighing him down to the bottom of some dark, terrible ocean. Suffocating. The cold water like a thousand needles all over his body. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't escape her talon-like grasp. Sure, he could pretend. He could go on about his life like she wasn't his one and only future. But a new girl every night in his bed wouldn't change the simple fact that she was all he had to look forward to. A hundred girls couldn't change that (though he certainly tried). Beneath all his bravado and bluster, he knew this was it for him. Bellatrix was his death sentence. How had it come to this?

Rod hated Bellatrix and Bellatrix hated him. Truthfully, there was no way around that. Not to mention, it was common knowledge throughout the college. O.K. So the rest of the wizarding world could think they were some bull-shit happy couple as much as they wanted. But any Hogwarts student with any lick of sense could see how much they loathed one another. The only time they could be seen together was during Quidditch practice and Quidditch matches. Otherwise, they were as far apart from each other as humanly possible. They had spent their years at Hogwarts like this, actually. There was never a day the two of them had gotten along. He expected their marriage would be very similar. Rodolphus' single hope was that during their forced life together, he could just put her aside, and more or less, forget about her.

Hands folded behind his back, Rod maintained a calm, stony composure as Bellatrix blew her top off. This was nothing unusual, of course. He stood idly by, a mildly bored expression on his face as he watched her tear apart the room in her ceaseless fury. Sparks were flying. There was a booming crash behind him but he did not turn to look. Bricks were dislodged from their displacement on the wall, and dust and dirt was beginning to fill the air. The world was falling down around them. A soft sigh escaped his lips and he looked down at his feet. “We deserve better, don't we?” Rodolphus asked quietly, refusing to look at her. Maybe they didn't. He wasn't sure he believed his question. Even Rodolphus wasn't thick enough to think that he and Bellatrix were conventionally good people. On the contrary, they were quite abhorrent. They probably had this coming, this inevitable doom of theirs. Until this moment, Rod had always taken a certain amount of pride in his deplorable nature. Briefly though – very briefly – he began to feel the tiniest bit of regret. And then it was gone. Lifting his head, that arrogant smirk was on his face.

Slowly, he began to approach Bellatrix. How she could vibrate with such hate. “I think you know you've won, Bella. As much as we both hate it, we have no choice. Our parents will be there... the press. But...” his voice trailed off and a thought entered that despicable brain of his. His smile widened, lips pulled back in a grin only a wolf could manage. It was deadly. He realized right then, with perfect clarity, that he couldn't tame the monster that was Bellatrix Black. He couldn't even cage her. But if he couldn't do either, he could at least join her. Gripping her by the shoulders, Rodolphus slammed her back against the brick wall and pressed his mouth to hers. At least now, it was on his terms.

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Just The Man [Rodolphus] Feb 22, 2013 22:29:46 GMT -8

Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Feb 22, 2013 22:29:46 GMT -8

There had not been a moment when she had been more furious than the seconds that were now ticking by. It seemed as if every nerve-ending in Bellatrix’s body was on red-alert, throwing every imaginable hex that she had up her sleeve at the ever-watchful Rodolphus. She moved right past him, lost in her own little world of hatred and crumbling disposition. Why did things have to be this way? Why was duty such a huge part of her life? In that moment, she wanted to walk away from it all. She wanted to tell her father ‘Up yours!’ and run away with Zeke Maxwell...But she knew all too well that there was nothing that she could say that would make it alright in her mind. Another hex flew from her wand, directly at the wall that was her opposite, throwing some dirt in her general direction. It covered her jeans and her shirt and for a moment, Bellatrix just froze. She looked down at herself and was disgusted by what she saw. What was she doing letting these emotions get the best of her?

Bells was facing away from him at this point, her green eyes surveying the damage that she had just inflicted. Again, the eerie coolness seemed to settle into her veins, moving throughout her system and adjusting her previously elevated heart-rate. There was nothing to be upset about, right? This was Rodolphus that she was dealing with. He spoke and for a moment, she could do nothing but stand there, unsure of the words that she could say to him.

For Bellatrix Black, there was nothing more important than her Honor. She had already let it pollute her mind; but she also knew that they probably both deserved better. They probably deserved the chance to be happy. Bellatrix wanted to know how her life would have been if she had been with Zeke. She wanted to know how it would feel to wake up knowing that instead of having to fight daily with a man that didn’t even want to be in the same room with her, let alone marry her - she would instead have the chance to marry for happiness and love...instead of to cover up her family’s scandals. She could almost feel Zeke’s palm pressing into her hand in that moment as she tightened her grip on her wand in response. Slowly she turned around so that she could face him, her own countenance a mixture of twisted confusion and a half-smile, ”I think this is perhaps the one thing that we’ve ever agreed on, Lestrange.”

[/b] She breathed. There was no nickname there, no dangerous undertone, just a simple statement of fact. She had even used his full last name instead of one of the patronizingly hideous nick-names that she had come up with over the years.

For a moment, it seemed as if things were going to turn around between them. At least until he smirked at her. She forced one on her face right back in his general direction, trying to pretend that there hadn’t been a split second where she had been considering that the pair of them could agree on something. That was a ridiculous notion; one that she would not entertain any longer. Won? Bellatrix should have thought that she would feel more satisfied with the turn of events, but all she really wanted to do was leave the room and be away from him, ”Perfect-”[/b] She growled, her voice edging on slightly annoyed, ”I’ll have you pick me up around 7:05. I’d prefer to be fashionably late. After all, I don’t think that -”[/b]

He forced her up against the wall, his mouth on hers in something that felt much like sweet-deadliness. She imagined that if she were to die, she would want it to be in this possibly euphoric manner. The pit of her stomach was doing somersaults and her fingers reached up and grabbed his hair - knotting themselves in his dark locks, rather violently. She wanted him - not because she felt something about him - but because he had been hanging over her head for so long. She just wanted to know what he tasted like; what he felt like. She wanted to know everything about him without actually having to understand him. Her teeth grazed his bottom lip before biting down hard, drawing a little bit of blood from his lips. Bells’ left hand seemed to untangle itself from his hair and found its way to his back, where she ran her nails up his spine, fully intent on leaving her marks on Rodolphus Lestrange.

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