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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2018 8:41:50 GMT
The excruciating pain he felt when he opened his eyes to a bright room was unbearable. He groaned and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. He regretted it. He regretted every drop of firewhiskey he drank yesterday. And he regretted that he ever applied to be a Death Eater this young, when he barely had any skills that the Dark Lord would approve of. Luckily it was his day off. His head was throbbing and he had no energy to even get out of bed.
He stretched his hand in hope of finding Narcissa next to him but to no avail. She was an early riser and he was pretty sure she was either in the library, or drawing room as it was too early to tend to her garden of roses. He sighed. He called for Dobby the house-elf and asked for a potion for his headache. He pulled the duvet and tucked his head under it. He heard Dobby placed the potion on his bedside table but ignored it.
What was he thinking when he told the Dark Lord he wanted to be in the inner circle? And to add to his embarrassment, there were rumors about him defecting. It reached to the Dark Lord’s knowledge. He wasn’t satisfied just for being a supporter. He needed more. He needed to prove to the Dark Lord that he was capable of anything he wanted to. He needed to prove himself to the Dark Lord. But he was rejected. He felt humiliated.
To add to his self-pity moment, he suddenly remembered about his dead children. He should’ve had three boys running around his manor, but no. Was Narcissa barren? She was able to conceive, but the babies weren’t strong enough to continue to live until they were born. And Narcissa had been distancing herself from him since the death of their third child. Was he too sinful to be denied of having kids? He heard rumors about the Blacks being cursed to not have any boys born into the family. His sister-in-law gave birth to a girl too. But at this point, he didn’t care anymore. He would accept a girl, as long as he had a child. His father would kill him, though.
He continued to wallow in self-pity when Dobby popped in and said he had a guest. He groaned again. Who even dared to disturb his mourning day? He sat up, drank the potion and smothered himself under the duvet again, until the duvet was ripped from him, exposing his toned and shirtless body.
“I shall not entertain anybody today!” he yelled in hope that he would get rid of his guest. But he failed.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Feb 9, 2018 9:43:02 GMT
 If I am an angel paint me with black wings
Lucius had been a friend since the boys were both very young. Their parents attended the same social circles and though Rodolphus was a few years older, they still got on well enough as children. Being older and a bit of a prat as a kid, Rodolphus would often convince Lucius to take part in dangerous activities that could have gotten them both seriously injured. They were both lucky to have made it to adulthood with all the crap Rodolphus had encouraged; jumping from the manor rooftop with a toy broomstick, sword fighting wit Adolph’s antique rapier swords that hung as décor above the fireplace in the ballroom, using each other as targets for archery in the gardens. It was all rather stupid on their parts but they were children and it wasn’t as if they were only stupid in ways that could have maimed or killed themselves. Rodolphus also enjoyed prodding Lucius into mischief that harmed others such as the time they tripped the nanny as she was nearing the top of the stairs and watched her tumble to her demise. Or the time they stole jewels from other wealthy socialites during a party and claimed to have seen the servants doing it, just to see them cry when they were sacked or carted off by the MLE. Yes, the pair had quite a history but as adults they were both making their own mark on the world, separate from one another, and Lucius was not making a very good go of it.
Without a moments hesitation or consideration of good manners, Rodolphus pushed open the heavy door to Malfoy Manor as he had done hundreds of times before. The pair often let themselves into each other’s homes, much the to dismay of their wives who liked to look presentable for company; vanity thy name is Black. Admittedly, Narcissa was aesthetically much more of Rodolphus’ type than her sister Bellatrix. He preferred petite blonde, and his tall, dark haired wife certainly did not fit that bill. However, all of the Black women were stunningly attractive, even the bloodtraitor who looked remarkably like Bella. What his wife lacked in golden colored hair she made up for in psychosis, which really made her much more compatible than Narcissa would have been, had that ever been an option.
His footsteps echoed as he crossed the foyer and made a beeline for the parlor. A house elf appeared and scurried along behind him, welcoming him. Rodolphus ignored the creature’s greetings and instead barked “get that prat out of bed.” The insult was used affectionately, as often was the case with Rodolphus and his friends. He fixed himself a Screwdriver at the bar as he waited for Lucius to stop sulking and get his scrawny arse out of bed.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2018 11:23:49 GMT
Lucius didn’t need to ask Dobby who was the intruder when he heard his voice. Dobby folded the duvet and arranged it nicely at the foot of the bed and that forced him to get his shit together and face the monster that was currently helping himself to a serving of Lucius’s alcohol. He didn’t need to see to know. Roddy never failed to do that every time he set foot in this house. He got into the bath chamber and cleaned himself. He suddenly felt guilty for letting Narcissa slept in the same bed with alcohol-reeked husband. He called Dobby and asked him to change the sheets. He hastily put on what he can find and strutted down to the bar, where Roddy would definitely be. “Came to laugh your arse off, is it? Little brother-in-law didn’t get to join the Death Eaters.” He pulled the chair beside Roddy and sat his miserable arse down. He made no move to prepare himself any alcoholic drink. “Vodka? Seriously? How can you drink that this early?” Lucius asked even though he almost always saw Roddy did that. He groaned and put his head on the bar. If this git right here didn’t decide to come here today, he would still be in his bed, wallowing in self-pity. But he’d rather do that than hearing this old man lectured him on how to be a man. They were close since they were little, and Roddy was the one responsible in enrolling him in every mischief they had caused since they started to know each other. He looked up to him. He would listen to his advices and every doubt he had, Roddy would be the first to hear it, and help him with it. Lucius ruffled his unusually messy blonde hair and rubbed his face roughly. He was truly miserable today and no one could do anything about it. “How are Bella and Aurora? I haven’t see them in ages.” He tried to forget his miserable life and talk about things other than Narcissa and the Dark Lord’s rejection. |
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Feb 12, 2018 20:53:54 GMT
If I am an angel paint me with black wings
Oh, Rodolphus had heard all about Lucius’ failings with the Dark Lord, from the horse’s mouth himself. Lord Voldemort was so dismayed with Rodolphus’ brother-in-law that he had summoned Rodolphus early in the morning to lay into the older man about how much of a disappointment Lucius had been. Instead of screwing his mistress in the morning as he had intended, Rodolphus was forced to endure an hour of lectures and threats, and the blame all fell squarely on the shoulders of the thin blond man who came shuffling into the parlor looking like death warmed over.
Rodolphus was halfway through with his screwdriver by the time his highness decided to finally grace him with his presence. He was sat in one of the leather backed armchairs facing the fireplace, and Rodolphus watched with a raised eyebrow as Lucius slinked into the room and flopped into the chair opposite him. Dramatics were a Malfoy trait, to be sure. “There’s orange juice in it, that makes it a breakfast drink. And after the morning I’ve had on your behalf a glass of straight vodka wouldn’t go amiss.”
He took another swallow of his drink as he stared at the man, not sure whether to pity him or be furious. He was in fact a mixture of both. Having been friends with Lucius for so many years he couldn’t help but think of how his life was crumbling but after speaking with Voldemort on the matter it, it almost seemed like Lucius was trying to sabotage himself. Of course, that self-sabotage would affect his sister-in-law and Rodolphus didn’t want to think on what Bellatrix would do if she found out how close Lucius’ actions had come to harming her sister, even simply in reputation.
Lucius tried to steer the conversation towards Rodolphus’ family, obviously aware of the arse kicking Rod had come here to deliver and trying to avoid it. Roddy wasn’t having any of his nonsense. “Don’t fucking change the subject, Lucius. You know why I’m here. He summoned me this morning. What the bloody hell were you thinking?” Rodolphus had heard the Dark Lord’s side of the events, and of course that was the only side that mattered but still Roddy wanted to hear it from Lucius himself. How on earth had he possibly fucked this up so royally? He had put both their families at risk with his antics and Lucius was damned well going to answer his questions if he wanted any support from his old friend, or to have Rodolphus leave without having committed yet another murder which Lucius knew first hand the man was capable of doing.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2018 17:54:51 GMT
Lucius buried his face inside his hands and rock himself as if he was trying to shake off all his thoughts but to no avail. His mind was running wild thinking of one thousand and one ways to die in Roddy’s hand. Usually he would try and not anger him but today, he would gladly die in his hand rather than have this shame haunting him. Lucius didn’t expect the Dark Lord would call Roddy to release his anger towards him. He felt sorry for him but what could he do? What was he thinking? Honestly, he didn’t know. Honestly, he felt stupid writing to Lord Voldemort and offered himself to join the rank, but with very little knowledge, skills and added with his impertinence, which managed to screw him up. Lord Voldemort heard it somewhere that Lucius might defect to the other side when he was accepted as a Death Eater. He didn’t know how the rumour started and he didn’t know how it happened to come into the Dark Lord’s knowledge. Somebody must have tried and sabotage him and they succeeded. If there was anyone who hated him, he might need to find him and threaten the hell out of him. He came from a family of a Death Eater supporter and he needed to keep it that way. There was in no way would he humiliate his father by defecting to the other side. Not in this lifetime. As if he hadn’t had other problems, this one needed to fuck his life up! “I honestly don’t know.” He lifted his head, and leaned in his chair. He bumped his head on the chair continuously. He was aware that his brother-in-law was glaring at him dagger, and he won’t need a wand to kill him. “When I wrote to him to request his permission to join the rank, I didn’t know that there was a rumour about me thinking of defecting to the other side. I should have heard about it and deny it before writing to him. Honestly, who could possibly hate me that much that he even try and ruin my life?” he put his head inside his hands again. He rubbed the heels of his hands on his eyes and groaned. “I am so stupid! How can I be so stupid?” he asked himself as Roddy continued to stare at him. He knew his brother-in-law was furious at him. “How do I redeem myself, Rod? How do I make him forget my stupid behaviour? How?” if he wasn’t a Malfoy, he would probably cry his heart out but fortunately, he was. But he honestly didn’t know what to do now. |
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Mar 4, 2018 2:02:32 GMT
If I am an angel paint me with black wings
How severely fucked was Lucius at this moment? Quite. So much so that Rodolphus had been summoned to vouch for the man before the sun had even broke over the horizon. Rodolphus had to slip out of Dorcas’ house under the cover of night, but she had woken anyway and caught him leaving. She’d caught him in other ways this morning as well, and the strange, albeit short, interaction he had had with Dorcas on his way out to meet the Dark Lord did not help to improve his mood when he had heard of Lucius’ supposed betrayal. Her words forced questions into his head as he apparated to the secluded place he had been called to, but he had had to push those questions and all thoughts of Dorcas aside the moment his feet touched the porch of the old Victorian where Voldemort held their meetings. Keeping a clear mind was the only thing saving Rodolphus from ending up as Lucius was now, or worse.
The sounds of Lucius’ pain would have been humorous to Rodolphus had they come from almost anyone else. The whimpering undertones as he bemoaned his tale, the thudding of his head on the wood of the high-backed chair, the whining pleas for Rodolphus’ assistance. He and Lucius were long-time friends, and the man had married his sister-in-law, so they were something of family now. The problems the Malfoys were having with conceiving a child were kept quiet, aside from a few close family members, but nothing seemed to slip past the notice of Lord Voldemort who was concerned that Lucius’ failings as a man were in anyway connected to the unsettling rumors that Lucius was somehow connected with Albus Dumbledore. As if Lucius had been seeking out a powerful wizard to help aide in his desire to be a father. It was ludicrous, or rather Rodolphus hoped as much, to think that Lucius or anyone of worth would view Dumbledore as more powerful than Lord Voldemort himself. Magical prowess, however, did not factor into rumors and that had better have been all this was because if it turned out to be the truth then anyone connected with Lucius would be in trouble, not just Lucius.
The blond man played dumb, pretending he had been set up by someone wishing to retaliate against him but for what? What offense could Lucius have made against someone close enough to Lord Voldemort that the retribution would be a rumor and not instant death? It didn’t add up but there was too much between he and Lucius for Rodolphus to simply disregard the man’s supposed theory altogether, but there was plenty of doubt. “And you play no part in this at all, Lucius? I find it hard to believe that this is all just some game to one of your enemies.” The repeated banging of Lucius’ head against the chair was grating on his nerves and in one quick motion Rodolphus’ finely shaped ass had left the chair and his hand was wrapped around the throat of his lifelong friend. “Have you been cavorting with Dumbledore and his little army of muggle lovers?” Rodolphus’ voice was harsh and threatening. “If you’ve so much as daydreamed about joining that sodding Order I will gladly make Narcissa a widow right now.” His free hand moved to the back of Lucius’ chair and he tilted the seat back so that the front two legs of the chair lifted from the floor.
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