Sad Prayers for Guilty Bodies. (Rod)

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Sad Prayers for Guilty Bodies. (Rod) Feb 12, 2013 23:12:37 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2013 23:12:37 GMT -8

Rodolphus wasn't a dolt. He knew his brother and Integra were in a serious, committed relationship, as much as the notion baffled him. Honestly, how two people could decide to chain themselves together confused him to no end. Why would people willingly choose to limit themselves? Didn't such arrangements eventually become tiresome and, let's face it, boring? All Rod knew was that he grew bored of most girls the second he took them to bed. It took a lot to have his full attention, and few women had managed to do so. With Rodolphus, the first shag was usually the last. He doubted it was even a simple of matter of just having not met the One yet. Rodolphpus had absolutely no desire to meet a soulmate, or partner, or whatever it was romantics were always moaning about. The only person he could rely on was himself, that was for damn sure. He would only ever love himself. Rod shook his head, knowing he could never put himself in such a ridiculously stupid situation like Integra and Rabastan.

Even still, he could see the confusion and guilt painted across her face. She was distraught. It was painfully obvious, and a normal person would have pulled back and let he be. She didn't need his poison. What she needed was to be in the arms of her the person she loved most: Rabastan. A normal person would have understood this. But Rodolphus wasn't a normal person. All he could ever think about was himself, his wants, his needs. No one else mattered to him. Not Rabastan. Not Integra. Not his mother. His father. Bellatrix, Joram, Lucius, Barty, Andromeda, Zeke, Narcissa, anyone he'd ever met in his entire life. He closed his eyes and all of their faces fell away from him, foggy, indistinct figures that were beyond recognition. He was alone. He and Integra had always just been bodies to one another. Rabastan likely mourned the existence of his elder brother ever day. He didn't have a mother. He didn't have a father. Just empty vessels that masqueraded as parents. Even Joram probably just saw him as yet another customer. So why did Rodolphus even bother?

“I see you, Integra,” Rod murmured softly. And he did. He knew what she wanted, how she wanted it. The two had been thrown together time and time again. Even though their loveless want for one another was completely wrong, they always came crawling back to each other. Even in the heat of their passions, they understood each other. They understood the complicated ties of their families, their fears, their vices, their cravings. Did Rabastan know Integra half as well as Rod did? Rod highly doubted that fact and he was willing to prove it now. He couldn't let her out of his arms, couldn't let her escape again.

Sliding his tongue into her parted mouth, Rod ignored her strangled apologies, her surfacing turmoil. They meant nothing to him. Right now all he longed for was his hands on her body. He just needed someone to get him through the night, someone to help him forget himself for a little while. Wrapping his hands tightly around her thin arms, he pressed her back against a nearby walls. His lips began to travel down the slope of her neck, tasting the salt of the tears that had fallen there. It felt so incredible to have her within his grasp once more, to know that the possessed her for this moment while Rabastan was off somewhere else. Beside himself. Afterward, Integra could go back to Rab, could pretend none of this had ever happened. But right now, Integra was exactly what Rodolphus needed, even if it was for the wrong reasons.

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Sad Prayers for Guilty Bodies. (Rod) Feb 18, 2013 4:11:05 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2013 4:11:05 GMT -8

This all felt horrible. And so wonderful. All at the same time. The emotions that she'd been burying under an unforgiving, relentless image of herself was clawing its way to the surface. The way he touched her was clouding her brain. Her rational mind was being eaten away by pure lust and passion. Her back pressed hard against the wall as her hands ran over his skin and through his hair. Everything about him was just what she was needed. But hardly what she wanted at all. She wanted Love. And that was not going to be found here in the slightest.

After a few moments of heated lip collision, Integra gasped, his kisses sending shocks up her neck. "Don't stop....Seeing me." Regret washed over her as she did the right thing rather that what felt good. Hands pressed against his shoulders gently, and with a hung head she put space between them. It was ripping her apart inside to reject him like that, but logic had taken over as she murdered her foolish weak feelings. She could see the look on Rabastan's face pasted across the insides of her eyelids and embarrassment overcame her. This was not right. A very long time ago Integra had vowed never to be anything like his family was to him. Sleeping with Rodolphus now would just give his brother one more trophy. One more win in their inevitable sibling rivalry.

It had been almost exactly 6 years since the first time she met the Lestrange boys. Of course she knew who they were and they'd been to the same social gatherings before but when Integra was just 10 years old her parents had dressed her in the nicest dress she owned, and tagged her along to a grand dinner party held by the Lestrange family. Her parents then had assumed that keeping up appearances was top priority. The Echoes' didn't go to many parties anymore. But then, at only 10 Integra, tucked under a table in the corner left to play with her dolls alone, had her first taste of the brutality of their world. Not one of the parents had noticed her there and she was absolutely free to watch the party dance on by as the night foraged on.

From her vantage point she could see everything from her parents' icy interactions with each other, to the slop running down the front of Phraxos' shirt. From the way Lyra doted over the older boy in the nice dress suit, to the long haired boy sitting under a table directly across the room. Her eyes had lingered there for more than a long moment, as she watched Rabastan Lestrange play with an assortment of different colored liquids and powders. It was just colored water and dirt but the young, untaught, wizard had no problem pretending it was potion ingredients as he read them in a whisper from his older brother's book.

He was alone, just like her. The dolls in her hands played the rolls of the people around her, whispering unsavory things to each other between pretend bites of food. They were one in the same, her and Rab. Forgotten children, living behind table cloths. Playing quietly, Integra watched as Lyra came marching in from the kitchen, Rodolphus trudging along reluctantly behind her. At the sound of her loud foot falls, Rabastan had dropped a cup of water that spilled in a small lake across the floor, draining out into the walk way. When Lyra heard the glass shatter, her rage seemed to boil over and she yanked the long haired boy out from under the table, just to yell at him. "Get out here and clean this up you good for nothing boy! Take this filth to the kitchen and stay there! I don't want to see your smudgy little face the rest of the evening!!!" Not a soul flinched to help Rabastan.

No one, except Integra. Silently crawling out to the boy, dolls tucked under her arm, the girl with dark solidly set ringlets and an emerald green dress, ruffles and all, stood looking down at the boy. She didn't say a word, but instead, took her handkerchief from around the waist of a doll and mopped up the spill. The pair packed up the make believe potions lab, and when they stood for the kitchen, Integra took his hand in hers and gave him a soft smile.

It was from that day on, Integra Echoes vowed never to let another woman be like his mother. Not to him. Never to her poor Rabastan. It was from that day on, that she had loved him. Even if she didn't know so at the time. Now standing in the entrance hall, kissing Rabastan's brother was the biggest sin she'd ever committed. Before Rabastan's dare this would have been just another normal day. But this was far from that anymore.

"I have loved him for longer than I can remember. I cannot hurt him. You might not understand this... But to me, hurting him would be the very worst thing in the world that I could ever do. And I've been known to contemplate murder. You're brother is one of the single most important people in my life." There had to be a better spin on this that didn't make it sound like she was breaking up with him.

Taking a second or two to think about her words, Integra shook her head. "You two... have a broken relationship. I'm not going to be the wedge that comes between you now. You both need to fix your issues with each other. Not only would you and I hurt him... but he would hate us both. Eternally. I cannot be responsible for that. I won't be responsible for that." No matter how she said it, the words all meant the same thing. "I'm sorry Rod....He wins this time."