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Rodolphus Lestrange. Slytherin. 7th year. Pure-blood. 13" Blackwood Dragon Heartstring hard
Bella walked into his room silently, still breathing heavily from her adventures. Rodolphus seemed to be staring out the window in thought, almost looking troubled. “I’m gone for two weeks and this is how I find you?” She laughed and walked in, shaking her hair out and looking around.
She…
“I noticed, Trixie. Why don’t you come over her so I can give you a thorough welcome.”
He pries his gaze from the window. In his hand is a green rose. Their rose. Half of its petals lay on the ground by his feet.
“I’m afraid I’ve succumbed to my romantic tendencies.” Ironically, Rodolphus actually believed this last statement. Though he was pretty much the farthest thing from a romantic he idealized himself in his own head. His psychosis runs deep.
Rodolphus opens himself up to Bellatrix and awaits her embrace.
Bella laughs in joy and runs into his arms, hugging him close and burying her face into his chest. She breathes in his heady scent, her eyes shut again. She is trembling still, her mind reeling with the possibilities and complexities of her new plans. Everything will fall into place now.
But now… right now. In this room? She was free to do as she pleased. And she had missed her lover far too long. She backed away and took the rose carefully, smelling it as she backed away, towards the bed, her eyes on his.
He inches toward her humming in the back of his throat. They were impossible. Left alone together for more than 20 minutes and it would always lead to the same thing.
“trixieee…..get back here.”
A dark smile creeps across his face. All facades were abandoned when they were alone. They both knew the other was crazy. They both were well aware of their own insanity. They also knew very well how maniacal they could be. They couldn’t help but come together whenever they were alone. Their souls were maimed and were only whole when they were …one.
(via trixiblack)
Bella walked into his room silently, still breathing heavily from her adventures. Rodolphus seemed to be staring out the window in thought, almost looking troubled. “I’m gone for two weeks and this is how I find you?” She laughed and walked in, shaking her hair out and looking around.
She…
“I noticed, Trixie. Why don’t you come over her so I can give you a thorough welcome.”
He pries his gaze from the window. In his hand is a green rose. Their rose. Half of its petals lay on the ground by his feet.
“I’m afraid I’ve succumbed to my romantic tendencies.” Ironically, Rodolphus actually believed this last statement. Though he was pretty much the farthest thing from a romantic he idealized himself in his own head. His psychosis runs deep.
Rodolphus opens himself up to Bellatrix and awaits her embrace.
Bellatrix Black after just waking up with Rodolphus Lestrange.
“Rodolphus, put that bloody camera away!”
“No, I want you take your picture. You’re rather beautiful, you know.”
“Not in the morning I’m not.”
Taken by Rodolphus Lestrange
… I cannot believe you took this picture, Rod. /shakes head slowly/
You looked stunning there in my bed with sunlight filtering through your hair…You’ve been gone from my side for far too long.
(Source: the-life-of-a-pureblood, via trixiblack)
Bella walked up the grounds in the night, her eyes alight with excitement and wet with anticipation. Her chest heaved with her accomplishments. She had made it. She was complete now. She would sour in the ranks of her new master. She and Rodolphus would be unstoppable. The perfect duo. She ran a…
Armed with Bellatrix by his side, Rodolphus struts down the hallway. As they walk they accumulate a following, mostly the people who’s support they had recently garnered. The Death Eaters were forming with this pair at the head. The Queen and Knight were controlling the board, and were about to checkmate every last one of their enemies.
“Trixie… we’ve ascended.”
The Lestrange Estate: Main entrance.
Hmph and the Malfoy’s are so bloody proud of their Manor. This is home.
(Source: rodolphus-ares-lestrange, via bestlieutenant)
Rodolphus was partaking in some rather strong liquor in the Slytherin common room. The few inhibitions he had were already melting away. He lifted a bottle to his lips and allowed the burning liquid to flood his mouth.
“You aren’t supposed to do that…” came a sing songy voice. His shifty eyes dart over to where the voice had come from. He saw no one. He looked closer. There like a minuscule ant sat a boy about Regulus’ age.
“Barty boy. I thought you would have heard. I run this shit I can do whatever the fuck I please.”
Another mouth-full of alcohol disappears down his throat. He waves his hand in the air phlegmatically gesturing for the boy to come over.
“How’ve ya been lad? Keeping good company?”
(Source: heartbeinghuman)
