RP: Lily Luna Who: Lily Luna Potter Where: Lestrange Manor When: 1 March, 2025, early morning Rating/Warnings: N/A Summary: Bathing is good for body and soul
Lily woke to streams of sunlight coming through the open curtains. She'd not closed them, or Fane had already opened them, but either way, it was early. She blinked, then sat up slowly, hindered by the leather corset she still wore. She'd been exhausted by the time Bellatrix had sent her back to her room, and hadn't bothered to undress, or wash, but had fallen into her bed and slept immediately.
She reached behind her, fingers trying to sort out the strings, finally giving up and turning her wand on them, breathing a deep sigh as the leather loosened. She stood, wincing at the stinging between her thighs, and pushed the garment down, then off, stepping carefully out of the strings. She laid it carefully on the bed as her robes slipped off her body, and she walked naked into the bathroom.
She started the water and added a generous measure of bubbles, then used the toilet while the tub filled. The tissue was smeared with blood when she wiped, and she stood, looking at the girl in the mirror with interest. There were smears of blood on her thighs. Her nipples were dark, and she winced as she touched them. They were sore... No wonder, after what they'd been through. After what all of her had been through. She turned and looked over her shoulder at her backside. There were a few faint marks that remained, but no bruises. Her back bore the marks of the corset she'd slept in. The spot where her neck became shoulder sported an outline of teeth. Rabastan's bite. She reached to touch it, pressing on the tender skin and sighing.
Yesterday had been unexpected. Frightening. Delicious. She stared at the girl in the mirror, mussy-haired and sleepy-eyed, smeared in blood and marked from the corset.
Lily wondered why the image of herself this way didn't waken any feelings at all inside her. Not fear, or disgust, or curiosity. Why didn't she feel? She stood another moment, then turned and shut off the water, setting her wand on the side of the tub and carefully stepping into the water. It was hot. Fragrant. She hissed when her crotch met the water; the rawness just inside stung, but she eased herself down, stifling soft sounds of discomfort, and reached for the soft flannel on the edge of the bath. She needed to be clean.
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Lily lingered until the water had gone barely lukewarm before standing and using the spray to rinse her hair, wash away the bubbles. She wrapped herself in a fluffy towel and made her way in to dress.
Her bed was made and new things lay on the coverlet. Lily picked up the corset, black satin and laces, simple and elegant. Stiffly boned and free of frills. She turned, letting the towel fall and holding it up against herself, looking into the mirror. It was lovely, really.
She began to lace herself into it, using her wand for the last of the fastenings, then pulling it tight. It pushed her breasts high, making them seem full and lush. Lily tightened it a bit more, letting out a breath as she did so, and turned, looking at the young woman in the mirror.
She pulled robes of deep green from the wardrobe, then knickers from the trunk, and began to dress. Boots laced onto her feet. A tight plait in her hair, tied off with green ribbon. She looked at her reflection, tilting her head, then pulled up the robes and gave the knickers a rough pull, ripping them off herself as Rabastan had, noting the red streaks that they left on her skin. She Banished the scraps and let her robes fall, full and soft around her feet, and smoothed a hand down her body. The softness of the robes felt exquisite on her still-tender nipples, and she took a breath, sighing at the way the fabric moved over them when she did.