Who: Lucius and Narcissa
Where: Malfoy Manor
When: Evening, May 28
Status/Rating: Complete/PG-13.. implied R at the end
A delicate hand gingerly lifted the antique hairbrush, passing it down through her long blonde hair. The sun had tucked itself in quite some time ago, and she was preparing for bed. Narcissa had not left her room that day, though that did not stop her from having dressed as if she was going out to town. She always looked her best, even when she wasn't feeling it. With the hour being what it was, she'd shed herself of her daily attire and slipped into her night gown, unpinned her hair and was giving it a final groom before she would attempt to find slumber. Sleeping was not something she did much of, either. When she slept, she dreamt. Rather, she had nightmares. But most of the time she just laid still so as not to disturb her husband when he came to bed.
This night would be no different, she assumed. Again and again, she ran the brush through her hair. Normally she savored every moment of her beautification rituals, but lately her movements were robotic. She was just acting out of habit, rather than enjoyment. Narcissa was not even looking at herself in the mirror. At least she wasn't crying, anyway. Her tears had dried earlier that day, as a numbness took over. Isolation would do that to a person, even one such as socially inclined as she. Lifting her gaze, she caught sight of her reflection.
..How did we get here..? she silently wondered. And yet it did no good to dwell on it. It would change nothing.
That thought managed to draw a tear from the corner of her eye. She watched as it rolled down her cheek, then quickly wiped away the evidence and returned to brushing her hair.