Lilith (potter_girl) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2010-09-18 21:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2025 09, dead character: lily luna lestrange |
RP: Lilith.
Who: Lilith Lestrange and Guards
Where: Lilith's rooms
When: Just getting dark, from what she can see.
Summary: Lilith exercises self-control.
This was the most unbelievable. Impossible. Had the world gone mad?
No. Just Jamie. What had he been thinking? He said he loved her, but didn't he see that this was the worst way in the world to show it? Bringing her to Hogwarts. Putting her under guard. Guards who would probably be just as happy to see her in prison. Again. Forever...
Jamie and his gang of rebels had done this. Taken her against her will. Killed her husband. Left her child fatherless, her a widow...
And now they thought she'd be happy here? That she'd believe things were better? That she'd trust any of them? Ever?
She sat in the chair facing the window, unable to see anything but rose-tinted clouds and darkening sky, but it didn't matter. She wasn't even looking at what she could see. Her hand moved slowly over her belly, soothing motions to quiet the child inside her. She moved nothing else, only her hand. Beside her sat a tray of food. She hadn't touched it. Had barely looked at it.
Food.
There was no thought for food. Only thoughts of her child. Her husband. Her Rabastan... Where was he? Where had they taken his body, the murderers, away from her, so far away... A tear swam, then slid down her cheek. She was alone here, with nobody that understood how he'd cared for her, cherished and protected her. Alone and cold here, filled with grief and loss that nobody thought she should feel.
Alone.