Lilith (potter_girl) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2010-05-11 21:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2025 05, dead character: lily luna lestrange |
RP: Lilith
Who: Lilith Lestrange
Where: Azkaban
When: 11 May, 2025
Rating/Warnings: N/A
Summary: Lilith considers her surroundings.
It was chilly. Damp. Dark.
Worse by a thousand times, worse than the row of cells in the Ministry where she'd met Bellatrix. Given her the Galleon. Whispered for her to wait for her Master's call.
Lilith was waiting. Waiting for her call, one hand pressed tight to her forearm, wishing that he'd come, send a rescue, send a signal. Wishing for her warm bed, her warm husband, her lush coverlets.
Hating the thin robe they'd given her, and the thinner mattress on the cot in the corner. Lilith curled into as small a spot as she could, wishing for something familiar. Something comforting. Something hers.
She'd served Him. Served Him well, and yet, here she was...
Words sifted softly through the air, and she lifted her head, looking across the room at her father. He'd come with her when she was brought here. Had come again, and sat talking quietly to her. She still wasn't sure what she believed of the things he'd said. He wanted to protect her. To love her. To keep her safe and whole.
And yet, here she was.
She leaned back into the corner, turning her head just enough to not have to look at him, rubbing the place her wedding ring belonged with one cold finger.
She was Lilith Lestrange. She would not cry.