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Rabastan Lestrange ([info]rabs_strange) wrote in [info]wished,
@ 2010-03-17 17:11:00

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Who: Rabastan Lestrange and Alecto Carrow
When: Early hours of the 17th, after her time with smelly Amycus
Where: Grimmauld Place, Alecto's Room
What: A surprise for Alecto
Rating/Status: Language, possibly a bit of gore in detail wise. Expect the unexpected coming from them. Will change if need be.



It had been a fun night to say the very least for Rabastan. Unlike an evening with a run in from someone unexpected that ruinned his entire venture outdoors, that particular night was far better already. He had returned to Grimmauld Place earlier then usual compared to other nights that had ended just before the sun rose for the new day. On other days, he didn't have something special and unique to give another. Now, Rabastan wasn't someone who liked surprises. In fact, he dispised them greatly, unless they came from his brother. The eldest Lestrange sibling knew just want to give him at any random moment, but once he had seen a particular thing the urge to give it towards the Carrow sibling that usually appeared on his mind at one time or another had been strong from the start.

He had ventured through the hallways clutching a box within his grip, almost like a child with a new toy. The thought of someone taking the medium sized package was within his mind and he would gladly do away with the person that dared tried to do such a thing, friend or foe. Letting his eyes dart towards both side of him, almost expecting something to pop out of no where, Rabastan narrowed his eyes, before glancing backwards as he continued on. He didn't understand why he felt so suspicious or at least cautious of his surroundings. Then again, he barely knew that he truly was doing such actions.

Just as he reached Alecto's bed room door, Rabastan didn't care to knock on the smooth cool surface of the door. That truly wasn't his style, even with the possiblity that the woman might be nude for one reason or another, didn't stop him from turning the knob automatically either. Swinging the door open, he glanced around. A almost disappointed look came across his face when she wasn't exactly there. Pulling the box closer to his chest, Rabastan stepped further into the room, allowing the door to slam right behind him without a care. He took a few steps within Aletcto's room, surveying the area. He hadn't been in her room in quite a while, so long that he could barely remember the last time. That didn't matter anyway though. What did matter was that a gift must be given.

At this late of an hour, she surly venture in sometime soon, right? Possibly. They were alike in many areas. Unpredictability was their speciality. No one could really guess what they were accomplishing at any given moment or what they truly meant by doing an action. That was how Rabastan liked it. And another reason among many that he enjoyed poking, proding, and bothering Alecto at any given time or place. Just thinking about doing such actions towards the woman excited him very much, hoping that she would arrive any moment.

Placing the box on the table, his mind had wondered off to an early part of the evening when the item had come into his possession. A flash of green light had emitted from his wand, before bits and pieces had gone everywhere. Feeling amuse with the image in his mind, Rabastan began to stroke the package with a smirk spreading across his facial features. Now with a gift came the perfect words to say towards Alecto, unsure how she would take his presence in her room. If he was naked, his ass would have been tossed out quicker then he could say cow's tongue. However, that wasn't something that was in his mind. He wanted to gloat at his accomplishment of the night with one of his favorite people that wasn't the Dark Lord. Alecto was the perfect person to show the item to, making it into a gift for her. What she decided to do with it after their conversation was her decision, not his own.

Letting his gaze on the package trail down the edges, Rabastan couldn't help but notice that a red stain had seeped through the material of the box. He let his head tilt to the right at his eyes rested on it, watching it almost hoping that it would burst forward and surround his entire body in the liquid. Alas, he knew that wasn't going to happen. As long as it wasn't spreading onto the cover's of Alecto's bed, he was still in the safe of not being tossed out in his rear end. Turnind his head ever slowly towards the same side towards the back of himself, he completed a 180 with his body and began pacing back and forth across the bare floor of the room.

"This is for you," he said, practing the words that he was going to say to Alecto. He wasn't someone to act shy or stray away from the task at hand. It was just that his mind wandered more than he liked. Althrough he thew himself constantly into different situations without thinking, at crunch time, Rabastan could think fast if need be during any conversation or actions with another. He was smart, despite being more crazed then a lot of other Death Eaters. "It's better then fried lamb guts." Using hands hand arms to do a bit of the talking, his face lit up with the relase of the words from his lips.

"Wait, does Alecto even like lambs?" he asked himself sounding more confused then normal, while placing a finger to the tip of his chin.


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[info]rabs_strange
2010-03-19 04:23 pm UTC (link)
Personal bubbles didn't mean a thing to Rabastan. He enjoyed being as close to another when he wanted, never having been pushed back from any advance, unless it was playful. Those were quite enjoyable in his opinion. When he had ventured closer to Alecto at that moment, his mind was blank, eyes still filled with a crazed look pulsating right through. Anyone could read his estatic, calm demenor at that moment. There was only other person that could read him rather easily, which was his elder brother. However, he wasn't around at that moment. Alecto was. And even if Roldophus was within Grimmauld Place, he would have still shared the exciting gift with the woman in front of him. No doubt about it. As much as he cared about his brother and all that he had done for him, she had a sense of familarity around her vicinity. More so, they were alike in different ways.

He had heard the low growl coming from her in a defensive sort of way; however, that wasn't enough to pull him away. A different act wasn't on his mind at the moment. Rabastan simply wanted a clear way to draw her towards the box in her own time. It would also help if she didn't lundge at him in a unexpected way, Rabastan knew that he was in the clear, especially after he smeared the crimson liquid upon her palm. Other's might have found that beyond dicusting, but he knew that Alecto wouldn't see things that way, unless it was upon her face. He even had limits when it came to doing such an action towards the other. If she had asked him to just that, then that was a completely different story. All she had to do was ask, especially if it meant that the action would have turned her on.

With a smirk spreading across his face again, Rabastan watched as Alecto approach the box and utter the exact words the had said moments before. He did have his way with words. Always did, despite sounding crazy with his random mixture of choice words to describe his actions, among other things. Standing towards the side of her as she eyed the box curiously, he had the urge to rip the material wide open. It didn't help that he once again imagined himself batheing within the woman's blood once again. The anger that Medea had caused him for months had been released finally, which was fueled with hatred and holding on to a simple grudge.

As the lid finally open and Alecto's eyes came in contact with the item within, Rabastan couldn't help but feel proud. He stood higher, well, more then he usually did. He felt extremely good about his accomplishment that evening and was begging to share it with someone. It was more then just a simple good thing in his eyes. Maybe the Dark Lord would even reward him for his actions. Besides, no one would miss the whore of a woman. Her own twin daughters wouldn't even shead a tear, which the simple thought of the young females caused him to wish that he could get his hands around their throats as well. Rabastan watched as Alecto had pulled the head out of the box, letting some droplets of blood come in contact with he cold floor. His eyes skimmed the woman's look, knowing that she was proud of his work as well, before watching the jaw fall open of the decapitated head.

Calmly letting his eyes return to look into Alecto's as she finally remembered that he was in the same room with him, Rabastan could feel his own heart pump harder. The prospect and thoughts of killing was clearly in mind. It made his blood run faster and adrenline race to the tips of his fingers, going all around, almost as if there there were a party ocurring within his own body. A larger broad, crazed smirk appeared on the face of the younger Lestrange broghter, as a nod slowly answered her question. The Dark Lord entrusted him to search for a specific cup and make sure that it was within a safe place. After the Mongtogery woman refused him within the summer, he had taken it anyway. The refusal had burned a grudge deep within Rabastan. He knew that he must take her life in a gruesome way. Her remains wouldn't be noticeable that easy once, and if, her scattered pieces of the body was ever found.

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