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Most Ancient and Noble House of Black | bellatrix ([info]noir_pur) wrote in [info]seditio_wayback,

Far too exciting this event had already turned out to be. Despite her usual calm demeanour, her heart raced and within her deepest confines, wished to destroy this creature without a second's warning. It was the refusal of that ultimate climax, the one crime she knew both Rodolphus and her wanted to commit, that thrilled her the most.

Crawling around to the head of the elf, Bellatrix pressed her hands hard upon his shoulders. Nearly crushing the tiny thing into the ground, neverminding that his still bleeding mouth may drip upon her perfectly white hands. He began to twist and started a bit of a fuss, as Mayfalk's knowledge of the situation grew. This was not going to be a quick murder. His fussing angered her and while she kept eerily calm, it was her knee that smacked against the side of his head then drove down against his shoulder, for a tighter hold where her childlike hands could no longer prevail.

"Don't you bloody move. You should be proud to have someone as perfectly bred as Rodolphus teach you such a lesson. Do you know how lucky you are, Mayfuck? This is like being touched by Merlin himself."

While her head stayed down, it was only her eyes and grin that lifted in agreement to her companion. Her lips mouthed a simple, do it, but it was already written over her face. Eyes locked on the tip of the blade and his hand, observing the ease of its movement and pure appreciation for the craft.



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