pre_raphaelite1 (pre_raphaelite1) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2008-05-25 23:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: pre_raphaelite1, kink: exhibitionism, remus/sirius |
LMoM: Scentillation (Revisited) #25 [Remus/Sirius, R]
Title: Scentillation (Revisited) #25: The Peacock Queen
Author: pre_raphaelite1
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: R
Kink(s): Talk of exhibitionism, insults, rampant use of 2nd person
Challenge: LMoM 2008
Word Count: 580
Notes: All subtitles and summaries are names and descriptions of perfume oils from Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab and therefore belong to the BPAL powers that be. I'm merely fangirling them with Remus/Sirius pron. And HP belongs to JKR, of course. Click on the pervy_werewolf tag of my username for previous entries.
Today's Scent Description/Summary: In dramatic contrast to the soft innocence of Snow White and the dew-kissed freshness of her sister, Rose Red, this is a blood red, voluptuous rose, velvet-petaled, at the height of bloom. Haughty and imperious, vain, yet incomparably lovely to the eye, but thick with thorns of jealousy, pride and hatred.
Scentillation(Revisited) #25: The Peacock Queen
You are nothing any more. Twisted and turned by those vile creatures you call friends, by that animal you let fuck you. Blood traitors and refuse not worthy of even the most disgusting gutter. I had high hopes for you once. I carried you in my womb; my pride and hope for the continuation of our most noble family. Or so I thought. But my body knew more than I did and expelled you early, eager to rid itself of a contagion not worthy of the purity of my womb and my blood. Twelve years I raised you, fighting the willfulness and contempt which you spat back at us, trampling over our history, shredding our reputation with every careless word and every rebellion. And you ran, into their arms and into the shadow of a man who forgot who we are and what we are to be.
You ran until you were caught and locked away for your crimes, for getting those friends killed, for failing at those ideals you claimed to hold so true. And now twelve years have passed and you return. Even less of what you never were.
No, fuck you, boy. You have been nothing but an ungrateful bastard, and my poor Regulus was dragged into your excrement, the war you and your idiotic friends waged against those who sought to lift up this House to its proper place once more.
And yet here the animal is still. Loyal? Or begging for the scraps that you have reduced this house to? Or merely chasing a hole to rut?
You dare to speak to me? You should be muzzled if you are allowed to live which you would not be, if this world was run by people who knew what was right for real Witches and Wizards and not filthy mudbloods who think we are no better than those vermin that crawl the streets in their vile boxes that do nothing but make noise and fill the air with a stench that only begins to cover what the likes of you bring into the civilized word.
There is nothing uncivilized by my pointing out the foulness which has been paraded before me, polluting my home with its mere presence, then violating the air around me by speaking the breath that is rife with contamination, with the blood of children and god only knows what other types of carrion rotting through you.
You think threats like that will bother me? That I even begin to believe that you would do such a thing in my presence.
Fine. Touch him. Violate him. Expose him and use him like you say. You think that by fucking him in front of me, the lady of this house that you will prove your point?
The only medicine I need is to be protected against the perversion and deviancy you speak of, that you threaten to perform, but it would only prove me right. Where is this civilization you claim to be part of when you will fornicate in view of others? When you will sodomize a man in front of the woman who gave him birth?
The two of your are an abomination. On your own, you are a loathsome waste of blood and a savage, useless animal. But together? You are a repulsive excretion of the lowest kind who deserve nothing more than to be swept away into nothingness, wiped from the pages of existence and forgotten.
Goodbye.
First person to leave feedback gets to choose the BPAL scent as the prompt/inspiration for the next day’s ficlet! Should this not work out, I'll pick a reviewer at my discretion. Thanks to red_squared for this one.