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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_bellatrix
2009-11-14 09:24 am UTC (link)

Her body stilled when he began shifting about and once he was comfortably once more her hand began carding through his hair once more as the other flicked the cigarette off into nothing. It was almost gone as it was and they were both pleasantly numb as it was that they didn't need any more. That wasn't to say that she wouldn't say no if it was presented to her once more but at that moment they were fine. As soon as the cigarette left her hand it draped across the arm he hand thrown across her waist, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on the fabric of his shirt as her thoughts drifted for a bit.

It wasn't all that far fetched of an idea, what had come tumbling out of her mouth. Granted had she been sober chances of her even suggesting such a thing were slim to none but that wasn't to say that the thought hadn't been present for a while. After all it was her own father who had offered to introduce her to the world of carnal pleasures but she had refused insisting that she was going to wait until marriage, even though that had been a lie and that summer in France she had lost it to a threesome with two men who's names she couldn't even recall any longer, but that wasn't point. In their family things like that weren't taboo like they were in others. It was common practice for them and not at all out of the norm. To be honest she was surprised the subject hadn't com up between the two of them before now.

"You assume he would have any say so in the matter, let alone even know about it. Do you believe that I need his permission or that I need to let him know before hand what I am doing? I am my own person, I need permission from no one and if it were what I wanted to do no one, not even Rodolphus, would have the ability to stop me." While yes they were married that in no way meant that Rodolphus controlled her. She came and went as she pleased and when she wanted to do something she did it. Nothing said or stated that permission was needed or that he had to be included. The fact that she did include him only went to prove that it was what she wanted. This was something that he would never hear. It was family and personal and while married to her, he was not a Black and therefore not privy to such things.

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first_sirius
2009-11-14 10:10 am UTC (link)

Oh, he hardly knew what he assumed. Not that it mattered. At the moment, barely anything mattered.

It wasn't much of a surprise, not really. Bella had never been the sort he expected to turn into a vapid, fawning bride. The mere thought, the sort of image it inspired was laughable enough to pull a rumbling little chuckle out of him. Were he so inclined, he might have found the charity to pity Rodolphus just a bit. But the man could barely even take care of his wife when she was ill without irritating her, so he hardly seemed to merit such generosity.

His mind getting whisked off with that particular train of thought: "Now, don't you feel much better?"

The question was quiet as Sirius found himself getting lulled into a cozy complacency. He found he really didn't care to go home. Surely his parents wouldn't object to him staying over for the night. They were always going on about how lovely Bella was, what a fine sort of influence and all that. Besides, he doubted his parents would be terribly opposed to a bit of a break. If it weren't for school, he was really starting to wonder how Number Twelve would remain standing.

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first_bellatrix
2009-11-14 10:18 am UTC (link)

She wondered what sort of thought it was that had crossed his mind that pulled a chuckle from him but at that moment she was far too comfortable and to be quite honest too damn lazy to really care to ask. Bella was fairly certain that if it was anything worth sharing he would elaborate more but until that point in time she wouldn't worry herself with such things. Instead she focused on the feel of his hair on her fingers and the combined sound of their breathing filling the room. It seemed much louder to her than normal but she just shrugged it off. Now really wasn't the time as to wonder about the why's or the how's of their breathing so much louder, not when she was so comfortable, the first time actually she had been such a thing since getting sick.

"Mm, perhaps." It was the only answer she could give him as a pleased smile appeared on her face and her eyes slid closed part way, sending the world into a semi dark state. There were other things on her mind begging to be let out and voiced aloud but she just ignored them all in favour of the comfortable floating she was feeling. She made a note to ask him later where he had gotten his stash as it was damn good but chances were she wouldn't remember and if she did even better.

"I trust your not going anywhere anytime soon?" The question came out in a quiet murmur but with it being just the two of them in the room anything louder seemed like a waste of time and energy. She really didn't want him to leave. It had been far too long since she had last seen him and to have him leave as suddenly as he had come would have been a bit disappointing but if that was what he chose to do then there really was very little she could say or do to stop him.

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first_sirius
2009-11-14 10:37 am UTC (link)

It wasn't really an absence of energy as much as it was the sense that the typical energy that thrummed through him had relaxed into a very pleasant sort of hum. His world condensed down to the soft, cool sheets, the warmth of her, the soothing rhythm of fond tension through his hair, and the faint rise and fall of her breathing. His own breath barely seemed to come and go at all. The pause between the releasing of one breath and the drawing of a new one felt longer and longer, like transcendental clarity.

He felt, more than he consciously heard, her affirmation, teasing though it seemed. When she mentioned leaving, though it took a few moments for her words to register properly in his mind, the notion of leaving seemed absurd.

"Don't be ridiculous," he returned. "You're clearly much too ill for me to return home in good conscience."

That hardly seemed the case, but it was precisely what he intended to tell his parents, and it was exactly the sort of filial justification they'd swallow without a second thought - and he reckoned she knew it. It wasn't as if Sirius didn't know the right things to say. However, it was significantly easier to get his mouth to cooperate when he was a bit less than sober. It could wait though, sending a note home, until later. He could conceive of precious few things that would motivate him to abdicate his present state.

"I'll clearly have to stay on till tomorrow, at least," he added. Really, it was just a polite sort of way of inviting himself to stay over. Once she agreed there was no doubt in his mind that Rodolphus would find a way to send him home.

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first_bellatrix
2009-11-14 10:46 am UTC (link)

That was good enough for her as she settled further down into her bed, summoning the blanket that lay across the foot of it and draped it around him. While she might have been hot and had to have the window open letting the breeze in the last thing she needed to have happen was him get the flu from such a thing. It was one thing for her to have it because she already had the flu but something told her if she sent her cousin home sicker than when he had come to visit her that her Aunt would not have been pleased, not in the least. And the last thing she needed at that moment was to have her home bombarded with owls and eventually howlers when she didn't answer the owls sent her way.

"True. If you leave now I might shrivel up into nothing and we can't have that. It would deprive the world of my wonderful presence and think of all the people who would weep from such a thing happening." Really her words were completely and utterly sarcastic but it didn't matter. He would get the point and if not then she would just convince him to stay later on after they woke up for sleeping seemed like a really good idea at that moment and it had been a while since she had really slept so what harm would it do if they both took a nap together? It seemed to her as though he was well on his way to doing just that and she couldn't be arsed to tell him no or not to do such a thing.

"Perhaps even the following day. We'll just have to wait and see how I feel to determine when exactly you can be allowed to go home."

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

There were words in his mind that mimicked her tone- affirmations on how, really, his staying would be akin to some kind of public service. They were pleasant fictions, charming little embellishments laid over otherwise rather banal conversations.

Instead of coherently formed words, Sirius only yielded a soft tone of agreement. He was mostly sure of what she was saying, it was just tricky getting himself to concentrate. Actually, it was kind of like trying to focus his eyes without realizing that they'd slipped closed. Which they had. In an unconscious sort of way, he curled himself a bit closer, aware that she was talking about how long he'd be staying. They could sort it out later.

Another little sound left him, though it bled out into something of a sigh. His murky thoughts were dimming, any hint of tension within his body unraveling so quickly he could feel it slipping away. And then he was lost to placid fog of dreamless sleep that shifted to the soft rhythm of her heartbeat.

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first_bellatrix
2009-11-14 11:27 am UTC (link)

It wasn't long after he fell asleep that she realized he was doing such a thing and as she glanced down at him a smile tugged at her lips as she continued to run her fingers through his hair, her thoughts drifting lazily as she listened to the soft sounds in the room. She would never admit to Rodolphus that she was far more comfortable at this precise moment with him there with her like he was then she had been the entire time she had been. It would only serve to irritate him and they would fight even more than they already were. That and she feared the possibility of hurting his feelings by telling him that it took her cousin and not her husband to get to relax and be comfortable while sick. It really wasn't the sort of thing you told the man you loved.

Slipping lower in the bed she pulled the covers up further as she had no idea where her wand was at that moment and couldn't really be arsed to care as her eyes slipped closed and she joined him in sleep, her cheek resting against the top of his head and her fingers stilled, still buried in his hair.

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