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Bellatrix Lestrange (first_bellatrix) wrote in _firstwar_hist,
@ 2009-11-13 01:58:00

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* complete, 1974, bellatrix lestrange, sirius black

Who: Bella and Sirius.
What: Bella is the worst patient ever and while sick Sirius goes to visit.
Where: Lestrange Manor.
When: Some time in 1974.
Rating: PG for drug use.
Status: Closed/Complete.

Really Bella was the worst kind of patient ever. When sick she was very much a petulant child, always had been and more than likely always would be. She tolerated nothing and no one when she wasn't feeling well and if things were not just how she wanted them when she wanted them in such a way then whoever the closest person to her was ended up paying dearly for it. The past couple of days that person had been Rodolphus. Bella wasn't exactly thrilled at the way she treated him after all her snapping at him had lead to more than one fight and when it was all said and done with she felt worse than she had before they started arguing. He knew how she was though. He had known before they married and yet he had still gone through with it and now he was suffering for that choice. The latest fight had been a stupid one. Earlier in the day she had started running fever and as such her body couldn't make up its mind whether it wanted to be hot or cold and she was constantly changing the temp in the room. Rodolphus had come in and open the window complaining that it was far too hot in there for her to be comfortable or for her to have any chance of feeling better and the moment the cooler air had rushed through the room she had raised her had and thrown the nearest thing to her at him - which unfortunately had been one of his mothers crystal vases. His reaction had been volatile to say the least and it had ended with storming out, stating that he would return later with some water and soup for her.

The moment the door closed she had hexed it shut and barred anyone from entering before tossing her wand aside and curling back up underneath the blankets. Most would have found it rather amusing if they could have seen the heiress of the Black family as she was at that moment, curled up in the middle of her bed, blankets drawn up so far so that the only thing that showed on her was the top of her head and a bit of her black hair against the pillows, and complaining like a child. Even though there was no one around to hear her do so she was still complaining. Bitching about the fact that now she was freezing, her throat hurt from screaming at him, her stomach hurt cause she hadn't eaten anything all day due to the fact that everything she ate ended up coming back up, the fact that her bed was too soft while being too hard at the same time. How she hated Rodolphus for not leaving her alone but at the same time leaving her alone. The poor man could not win for loosing while she was sick, no one could really when they came too close to her and disrupted the feel of her room.

Sighing softly she burrowed further down into her bed, drawing the covers around herself tighter as her teeth chattering and wondered what would be the possibility of being able to get some sleep while feeling like this. As much as she loved Rodolphus she hoped that he and the house elves stayed away for a while and left her be in her own misery, for that described her perfectly in that moment, utterly miserable.

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first_sirius
2009-11-14 05:43 am UTC (link)

One hand began thumbing open the buttons of his vest while she spoke, the other occupied with bringing the cigarette to his lips once again before she reclaimed it. Peeling the garment off himself, he let it drop onto the floor.

At least she wasn't asking about which friends, which seemed to be his mother's most favored, ever-present question. The Potters, at least, were easily excused. Generally speaking, when it came to school or his friends Sirius most often either didn't bring them up or just glossed over it.

"It's school, I am somewhat obligated to be there," he countered over a contented sort of sigh.

Whether or not Rodolphus cared what they were up to, or where, was of no concern to Sirius. There wasn't anything the least bit odd about this. The two of them had been close for as long as Sirius could remember, and he was hardly about to alter his expectations and practices to placate Lestrange. Bella could have done better, in Sirius's opinion. He didn't need to possess a viable alternative to substantiate the sentiment.

"And I'll have you know I'm quite looking forward to it," he went on, meaning the World Cup. Few things got Sirius as visibly excited as quidditch. "I've got to have something to look forward to this summer- Mother says you're not coming to France this year," he abruptly recalled. "I told her either old age had claimed her hearing or she'd drunk herself into dementia."

Not that his mother had appreciated such sentiments over the dinner table, but it had been worth it. He looked at Bella expectantly, with every anticipation that she would refute his mother's words. It wouldn't be the same at all if she wasn't there. When it was just him and Regulus, Kreacher always seemed to follow to closely, too persistently. Bella had to come to help them sneak off in the hopes of actually having a decent bit of fun.

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first_bellatrix
2009-11-14 06:03 am UTC (link)

Bella watched his fingers with mild curiosity, her head tilting to the side and watching closely as his vest joined the rest of his discarded things on the floor. It shouldn't have been as fascinating to her as it was but than again given the potions that were running through her system and what she was smoking it was a wonder that she wasn't seeing the world in a multitude of new colours and sounds as well as being fascinated with the small things. But then again she had always watched everything Sirius done closely. The moment he had learned to walk and then talk she had taken to following him around and watching him but then again who wouldn't watch something like that? He possessed the same natural grace and beauty that the rest of them did that made even the most mundane of things done by him seem far greater than they actually were.

"Obligated to be there and ignoring people are two different things. Though I suppose I can over look it since it is Hogwarts and I remember all to well what it was like to be there. Its hard to interact with the outside world when your sequestered away in a whole different world away from the people of the real world and normal society. Its something I've come to see a burden more than a help to students. Keeping them that far away from society and the real world does very little in actually preparing them for said world. Your in a bubble while at Hogwarts and all it does it make the real world seem far more harsher and cruel when your finally released into it. No one is prepared for what awaits them after they leave its halls, not even those in our society." While Bella loved Hogwarts and had enjoyed every last moment she had been there once out on her own she had found that what they learned there prepared them for very little of what was in the real world. It was far more harsher and crueler than anyone could ever imagine. Even with the knowledge her father had given her while growing up of how the world worked it did very little for actually preparing her of what lay beyond the walls of the castle. And people wondered why society was so screwed up? When one took into account the rapid pace at which mudbloods were being produced and Muggles were allowed into their society and permitted to tarnish and taint their world it was a wonder that things were not worse off than they were.

Bella blinked several times as she stared at him with the most peculiar look on her face as she tried to recall when she had told her Aunt that she would not be joining them in France that summer. She couldn't recall having ever said that and figured that the woman really must be getting on in her years if she was thinking that Bella was about to break family tradition. She had gone to France every year since she was seven save for the summer right after Hogwarts but that had been excused as she and Rodolphus had just gotten married and spent the entire summer secluded away from family and society while on their honeymoon. But she had yet to miss a summer since then and she wasn't about to start now.

"Your mother has gone round the bend as I have never stated such a thing and I do not intend to. I might be a few days behind the rest of you but trust me I have every intention of spending the summer in France with everyone as we always do. Besides if I don't come who else is going to show you how to sneak into places such as the bordello's and bars? Its time you learned how to do such things after all."

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first_sirius
2009-11-14 06:40 am UTC (link)

Sirius's increasingly lidded eyes didn't seem to blink. His breaths were slipping toward slow and shallow. He really did love the opiated stuff better than regular leaf. It made the conversation a little harder to keep track of, but it was pleasant just to hear the lilting tone and steady cadence of her voice.

Upon hearing his mother discredited, his grin sliced properly across his lips. His cousins, after all, hardly ever arrived or departed on the exact same schedule as his immediate family. After just a moment's paused his fingertips slipped around her wrist, drawing her hand to his lips so he could take another drag. The way he dipped his head had him slouching down a bit, more into a recline that properly sitting up. He exhaled a plume of smoke against her palm before closing his lips into a chaste kiss.

"What makes you think I don't already know?" he couldn't help teasing, his head tilting a bit.

He didn't exactly have much need of a bar, though he reckoned such tricks would be useful. At present, he was pretty able to get those of age to get him what he wanted (for reasonable compensation, of course) when he wasn't at home. At home- well, suffice to say that there was enough wine in the cellar that a missing bottle or two rarely ever merited much notice. Bordellos, on the other hand- well, there weren't that many in London. Well, at least, none he'd consider exploring.

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first_bellatrix
2009-11-14 07:03 am UTC (link)

A lazy grin spread across her face as he grabbed her wrist and pulled it closer, a short of laughter coming from her as he took a drag while she still held it. Leave it to him to be able to figure out how to be able to do that with this stuff rushing through their system. Had she tried to do such a thing it would have gone horribly wrong and more than likely she would have ended up setting either the bed on fire, their clothing on fire or quite likely both. The feel of his lips against her palm though had her eyes opening a wider as she glanced down at him for a moment. Without a second thought given to it she changed the cigarette to her other hand so that the one that had been holding it was able to open completely and rest against his cheek, her thumb stroking across the smooth almost absent mindedly.

"You would have been bragging about it by now and going on and on about your conquest had you learned about that. So I am fairly certain that that is one area where I still know more than you do." Though if she got her way that summer it wouldn't be as such. Most would think it incredibly odd and more than likely creepy for her to be teaching her fourteen year old cousin about the workings of sex and what it took to please a woman but in their world it was normal. Besides if she didn't show him and explain everything to him and let him experiment in a controlled environment then either he wouldn't learn at all or he would just go about learning it all in his own way and to allow him to do such a thing could lead to disastrous consequences and she would be damned if she let that happen to him at such a young age and have it ruin whatever future he might have.

"Are you telling me that exploring such a place with me doesn't hold any sort of appeal to you at all?"

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first_sirius
2009-11-14 07:21 am UTC (link)

What left his chest was more a huff of a laugh that a proper chuckle. She did have something of a point. Well, not that he'd have called it 'bragging.' Sirius didn't brag, he simply informed. That it came off as highly flattering to his own person was hardly his own constructive interpretation.

He leaned his head into her touch, letting his eyes drift mostly closed. This was a much nicer way to spend the day. Really, if it weren't for Lestrange, he'd have asked her to let him stay on for a couple of days. Then again, if she was really ill, well, it was practically familial obligation to keep her company. It was an idea that merited further thought, but not his conscious attention, so her permitted the back of his mind to mull if over.

"Don't be ridiculous," he dismissed. Bella was always good for some of the best sorts of fun- the sort of fun that was permissible, so long as his parents didn't find out. There was quite a lot of that sort of fun to be had these days, actually. With a bemused sort of haughtiness he added, "I was just thinking more... quivering Venetian courtesans to French whores possessing an overabundance of body hair."

Not that he didn't love continental women, or French women, it was just that France seemed such the cliche. It was the stereotypical language of flirtation. For Sirius, what was expected was almost always inherently boring. He fancied himself the exception to any number of rules, and appreciated it when his experienced were thus reflected. Originality was almost impossible to come by, though it was something he relished in Bella - and James, actually, when he thought on it - so being atypical was at least the next best thing.

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first_bellatrix
2009-11-14 07:34 am UTC (link)

"You're thinking of the common whore houses in France, the ones that everyone who has a shiny coin and the urge to fuck visits. I was not referring to such a thing. There are bordello's where you have to have more than a shiny coin to get in. They cater to those like us, high class, well bred, well off clientele. Besides I'm not going to let you experience such a thing with some common whore. We, you, are better than that. Besides, the French invented whores. They have some of the best around so long as you know where to look and who to ask to get the high quality that people like you and myself expect given the life we live." It was lucky for him that Bella was well versed in the French culture. After all it was a second home to her why wouldn't she know all of the ins and outs especially in such a seedy crowd. The low class, every day common whore she made a target out of. Hunting in the French whore district was a past time of hers that she enjoyed greatly. One because you could get them to scream on command and two when they finally realized that you weren't playing game and that this was real that the terror was all the more intoxicating because it was pure and real and not tainted in the least. It always sent a rush through Bella when she played with them.

Playing with them that way though and allowing them to touch and sully her cousin were two totally different things. She would murder the first one who dared to so much as look at him without a second thought. Bella was more than likely going to end up burning in hell for introducing a fourteen year old to the world of sex but given everything else she had done in her life time if she wasn't already on a one way train then nothing was going to send her there.

"Have you ever thought about what you would want for it? Your first time that is?" Reaching out she pulled him closer to her, draping an arm around his shoulder so her fingers could run through his hair like they normally did when he was around. Bringing the cigarette up she took another drag from it before holding it out to him and offering him another hit while waiting for his answer, all the while thinking of what her first time had been like. It had been interesting to say the least but it wasn't something she had ever regretted, not in the least.

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first_sirius
2009-11-14 08:21 am UTC (link)

Few people were as skilled at so effortlessly, so naturally, stroking Sirius's ego as Bella. It wasn't entitlement, it was just the way the world worked. With her, it was privilege without the shackles his parents sought to attach to it. A hum of vague agreement resonated within him. Really, it was hardly as if he expected her to lead him into someplace beneath him- not that he didn't get a rather quaint sort of kick out of places that were technically beneath him.

Mulling over her question, he leaned closer to her, his head coming to rest of her shoulder. A pleased little sound hummed out of him as her fingers carded through his hair, stroking with gentle tension from root to tip. The arrangement was familiar, even if his feet now stretched beyond her own. His casually sophisticated posture had melted into an elegant sprawl across her bed. When he felt her body shifting, he knew what she was doing; though it was unnecessary, he opened his eyes to close his lips around the end of the cigarette. Though the smoke itself was warm it filled him with a cool, lapping tranquility.

"Someone young," he replied. His voice was slipping toward a more dreamy quality. Soft, but almost hoarse. He figured a professional, even a young one, would be perfectly well educated but might possess a level of... well, not innocence, exactly. But someone in the ballpark of his own age seemed preferable. He didn't much care for the impression at being at someone else's mercy, and surely, with someone older, he would be.

"Pale," he added, which was easy enough, as was what followed, "Dark hair. Slender." What could Sirius possibly enjoy more than a reflection of himself? To see his own features and traits mirrored against him? "None of that... bubbly, fawning nonsense, fake innocence. Someone who knows what she's about." He let his thoughts swirl nearly incoherently, a stream of consciousness that went unchecked and unexamined. The words that came next fell thoughtlessly, absently, from his lips, "Delicate, but not fragile. Not... breakable."

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first_bellatrix
2009-11-14 08:41 am UTC (link)

This really was rather comfortable sitting there like that with him doing what came naturally and comfortably to them. She couldn't even begin to recall the number or times they had sat like this. It didn't matter if they were talking or not even the silence with them was comfortable. Bella never ceased to be amazed at how comfortable she was with him, even more so than her own sisters. There were times that she forgot he was just a cousin and not a sibling and that if her grandfather had not married her aunt to a cousin that Sirius wouldn't exist, that she wouldn't have this comfortable existance or a companion to share everything with. Sure she had Rodolphus and there was no doubt that she loved him with everything she was, but with Sirius it was different. It was easier and effortless and flawless and she never had to think about what she was doing when with him. It all just came to her and to hem naturally. There were days when with Rodolphus that it was an extreme challenge and all she was able to do was think about the next move and what it was going to do to them. But that was part of the reason why she loved him so much. Where as with Sirius she didn't have to think and it was easy with Rodolphus he always kept her on her toes and always kept her thinking and guessing. She was lucky to have the best of both worlds and she knew it. It wasn't something she ever planned to give up, ever. Not if she could help such a thing.

A low rumble of laughter came from her as he described what he wanted. Leave it to the Black family to always want someone who resembled them. It had been the same with Bella when she had pictured her first time. One like her only in the body of a male. She had her tastes and she wasn't about to change them for anyone.

"They don't come much younger than yourself love. The high class bordello's don't allow it. They really don't like to go much younger than sixteen to be honest but they make exceptions for certain cases. You might have to deal with someone slightly older, but don't worry, at the bordello's there is something for everyone, you just have to be patient enough to look for it and find it." It wasn't until she stopped speaking that it dawned on her who his description fit and for a moment it struck her as a bit odd and perhaps just a bit much but she brushed the thought off and blamed it on whatever was floating around in her system. Though it didn't stop the thought from tumbling out of her mouth.

"You know, if I were younger, I would fit your description perfectly. Its a bit odd if you think about it but at the same time not I suppose. Besides its not like it would be that far fetched in our family anyhow. I mean your parents are cousins after all. And I can honestly say that if I were younger it wouldn't bother me to do such a thing for you." This was the problem with Bella when she was high, aside from everything else that happened to her when she was in such a state the filter that was normally in place that prevented most thoughts from leaving her brain was gone and whatever came to mind came tumbling out. Some would find it amusing but in instances like with what she had just said, someone would take offense at it. Luckily none of those people were around to do such a thing.

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