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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Apr 8, 2018 13:42:16 GMT
Feeling Rodolphus rolling back towards her was like having some kind of security blanket back in place. As he nuzzled in to her neck she grinned, scrunching up a little as her hair tickled her neck and back. She enjoyed this side of things with Rodolphus, she didn't mind the nuzzling and cuddles and even welcomed them after some of their rougher tumbles. For so long she'd refused to kiss him, hated being kissed by him and even refused to stick around for his company after they were finished. It hadn't mattered how broken she'd been at the time the last thing she'd wanted was him near her. She'd been disgusted by him, by how good he made her feel. She'd hated the way he knew exactly what she liked even without her knowing. She'd never intended for him to be in her life for so long and she'd never expected him to want to be in it. The sex was all that had kept them in it and Dorcas was certain it was the only thing that kept the two of them interested in one another now, however she was in need of exploiting what they had a little more than she already did. She could do that, there were no feelings beyond lust that she acknowledged so getting him to join her up to the Death Eaters would be easy enough.
Rodolphus' laugh felt good against her skin, the sound made her happy for some reason and she didn't notice anything off with it. She had no idea if she could prop herself up enough for a potion or not but she'd damn well try, "Since when do I need your help?" She croaked, coughing a little after as though instinctively trying to clear her throat but nothing was there, just a constricted feeling she couldn't yet get rid of, but she supposed the potion would probably help with that as well as a glass of water ... or gin.
Dorcas shuffled herself up the bed a little, back completely on her pillow instead of the edge. She used her elbow to stubbornly push up off of the bed and held her hand out for Rodolphus to pass her the potion she was supposed to be taking. She had a little bit of a tremble to her body that she couldn't control but she ignored it. So long as Rodolphus handed her the potion fast enough and she drank it down she'd be fine, she could lay down, close her eyes and go the hell to sleep, waking up in the morning feeling a thousand times better and going about her Saturday as if it were any other.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Apr 9, 2018 4:45:29 GMT
 If I am an angel paint me with black wings
She was being feisty and that made him feel better. Of course she was still struggling so they weren’t out of the woods just yet, but it was a good sign. Rodolphus cocked an eyebrow and smirked at her, watching her push herself up onto the bed with great difficulty and only partially succeeding. “Well, you rarely say it aloud but it’s so obvious…” He handed her the potion, noting the shaking in her arm and keeping his own hand nearby just in case. The moment the potion was down he took the empty cup, twisting again to set it on the bedside table. He offered her water next, in case the tonic wasn’t a pleasant tasting concoction.
It felt quite strange to be nursing Dorcas like this, usually if he assisted her with treating the pains afterwards it was just by giving her a potion or offering her a drink. He wasn’t normally this active in the process, but he almost liked it in a weird way. He felt something akin to when he would first sneak into Aurora’s bedroom late at night after coming home from a late meeting or some mission from Lord Voldemort and hold the sleeping infant in his arms. It wasn’t exactly the same feeling but that’s the best he could relate it to in his head. He knew better than to mention something like this aloud to Dorcas, he knew exactly how she would respond. First, she’d call him a pussy or something of the like. Then, she would accuse him of relating caring for her to caring for his daughter because he, like his wife’s family, had a thing for screwing their own relations. Ex-wife, really. Soon enough anyway.
Rodolphus hadn’t mentioned the impending divorce to Dorcas yet. There hadn’t been time before, he was so hungry for her that there was no talking between them at all. Not even a greeting. And it wasn’t as though she would really care whether he was married or getting divorced, other than potentially having more time to fool around with her without having to rush off to play dutiful husband. He didn’t see the point in explicitly stating that he was ending his marriage to Bellatrix. It would either come up naturally through the few snippets of conversations they had between ravaging each other’s bodies, or she would hear about it when the time came to go public with the information. No doubt her little journalist friend would share the gossip if the tabloids caught wind.
He adjusted himself in his jeans, which were not at all comfortable to sleep in, and decided there wasn’t any point to modesty now that Hanley was gone. Slipping out from under the covers, careful to not pull them back and let the cold in on Dorcas’ skin, Roddy unfastened his trousers and slid them down over his arse then his legs, stepping out of them and leaving them in a pile on the floor. He grabbed Dorcas’ legs under the blanket and gently pulled her back down to a comfortable position on the bed, straddling her in the buff as he moved over to his side of the bed which had remained empty for several hours now. The mattress was cool and he burrowed under the blanket and wrapped his arm around Dorcas’ middle, settling in for a night of laying awake next to her in order to evaluate her breathing as she rested.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Apr 22, 2018 3:28:24 GMT
Was this nice? It seemed kind of nice, kind of caring. For some reason Rodolphus was going beyond what he'd ever done before and seemed to actually be knowingly comforting her to some degree. He was keeping close and looking after her, these were not the sorts of things he ever did, even when she was sick. If she was sick he cared enough to bring her soup or himself in the form of distraction. He'd let her curl up on him but he'd always have that aloofness about him. Tonight was different, he was looking after her, he had her in bed, he was giving her medicine - which tasted like a strange concoction made up of cucumber and whatever that strong medicinal taste was - some water to follow and he seemed caring. Dorcas didn't think there was any need for such a fuss over her, he was overreacting to something, and while the potion packed quite a punch, making her drowsy as hell as soon as it had gone down, she didn't really want to sleep. She wanted to take a moment to just be with Rodolphus, she had no idea why, she just liked the comfort and reasoned with herself that she would have taken just about anybody's company right now with the way she was feeling.
Dorcas laid down on her mattress and pillow completely once she was done with the water, Rodolphus taking it away for her. The mattress behind her shifted and Dorcas realised that Rodolphus had climbed out of bed. Her eyes closed as she heard the unzipping of his jeans and pretty soon she was fast asleep. She didn't feel him climb over her and on to the opposite side of the bed, nor did she feel him wrapping his arm around her, she was gone, completely asleep in a matter of seconds, throughly exhausted. Sleep had taken her and she was dreamless for a long while. It wasn't until about three in the morning that things started getting strange. A pyramid in the background of a beach-like setting. She recognised it as one of the Lestrange's get away homes. The sky was a dark pink, almost red as though it was on fire somewhere. Burnt orange hues radiated above. The sun was dimming as it set beyond the horizon. Dorcas turned, looking around. Behind her, towards the house the sky was near black with stars sparkling like the first night she'd ever been there. It was the first place that Rodolphus had ever taken her to, the first time they'd ever fallen asleep side by side. It had been fun, she still maintained that he'd kidnapped her but it had been fun. This feeling now was anything but. Dorcas found her hand was over the top of her belly and she had a perpetual sinking feeling in her stomach that made her nauseous. She was reminded very much of her morning sickness. She looked down to her flat belly and up to the house. She turned again, looking for anyone or anything to give her some kind of clue as to what she was doing here. She was pretty sure she was supposed to be meeting Rodolphus but he wasn't anywhere to be seen.
Dorcas started walking towards the jungle the private island boasted. With each step her stomach started to swell, the nausea falling away after thirteen steps. She kept an eye out for Rodolphus. He had to be there somewhere but instead she was passing by Tersha who scrunched up her nose with a disgusted sort of look. Dorcas paid her no attention as she continued walking. Her parents were there too on the other side of the invisible path she seemed to be walking. They were whispering to one another, hushed and excited but Dorcas didn't know or care what it was about. Dorian stood with his arm around Paris and a little further up was River holding little Ariel, bouncing her and smiling brightly to Dorcas. Burt stood with them, looking ever the proud father as he stood with his chest puffed out, arm around River's shoulder and the proudest look Dorcas had ever seen on a person, not that she looked, her dream self just somehow knew these things.
The few people she'd seen in her dream became many and at the edge of the jungle were doors that were so familiar to Dorcas she felt she should have recognised them. There was a crowd of people surrounding her, she could feel their presence at her back. As she turned to look around there was no one. Everyone that had been there was gone and the scene was exactly as it had been before. She was alone, her feet in the sand, the sky on fire bled in to the darkness and calm that covered the sky over the house. Dorcas looked back to the double doors that stood alone in the jungle. The windows on each door were clear but full of bright light as though they lead somewhere and she couldn't seen through. She was only a couple steps away from the doors now and her stomach was fully swollen. Her hand rested on the top of a bump and she tilted her head to look through the windows. She was still a couple of steps away from the doors but she was apprehensive, she didn't want to go through those doors but she knew Rodolphus was there waiting for her. She had no idea why but she knew he was on the other side of those doors and she had to go through them to see him, they were supposed to be meeting.
Dorcas closed the gap between the doors and herself, a false pain crushing her stomach and hardening under her hand, she pushed against the doors, stumbling only to be caught by a pair of large hands. "What are you doing?" The familiar voice growled, anger and concern mixed into confusion. Dorcas stirred in her sleep, twisting a little, her features scowling a little as a small whimper escaped. Back inside her dream Dorcas pushed Rodolphus away as she became steady on her feet without need of his help, "You were supposed to be here hours ago, we've been waiting." Dorcas looked up to see everyone that had surrounded her path to the doors of the jungle were stood around, watching her. Some excited, a few concerned. Dorcas was lost for words, she tried to ask what was happening but her voice was lost. She mouthed the words angry that everyone she'd ever dealt with seemed to be surrounding her, Rodolphus held no patience, he grabbed her by the elbow and pushed her through to seperate room. St Mungo's, she realised, they were at St Mungo's and she was in labour. "This is ..." Her voice trailed off as Rodolphus lifted her on to her bed, the one that was reserved for her when she was hurt in the line of duty, "I shouldn't be here." Her voice was nothing more than a groan outside of the dream, even within the dream itself she wasn't her usual self, she was stifled.
"The baby's coming, you need to push." She looked to the healer, she'd had him once before and he'd been utterly useless. Why was he here now? What baby?! "I'm not pregnant, get away from me." She growled, pushing up on the bed only to be pushed back down by Rodolphus, "Don't be daft, love, you're not going anywhere." Dorcas tried to struggle against him, her body thrashing a little next to Rodolphus in her home in her bed, but the dream was entirely different. There was no darkness, there were only bright lights. There was an array of hospital staff stood around, all wearing masks. She carried on looking, the room was spinning with her at the centre, Rodolphus holding her down and the stupid bloody healer telling her to push. The hospital staff started changing, figures that were once in the lime green of St Mungo's uniform were in black cloaks, long and ominous, standing around the room waiting. Their hospital masks replaced with Death Eaters masks, all waiting on her, waiting to take her child. "Just push, love, it'll all be over soon." Dorcas looked to Rodolphus. He had her pinned but his voice was gentle, it was caring. "One push, Dorcas," Came a cold and callous voice from between her legs, Dorcas looked down to see a handsome man between her legs, cold eyes and steely expression was one Dorcas recognised all too well. Voldemort was there, urging her to push, he was there to take her baby, the incompetent healer was gone, replaced with the man that wanted to take control of the wizarding world. "I can't there is no baby," She kicked at him, catching his chest and knocking him away into his screaming Death Eaters. She looked up at Rodolphus, thrashing her arms, knocking his arms away, catching him in his inner elbow, collapsing his arms and giving her the chance to sit upright, "There is no baby!" She shouted both in her dream and to her bedroom, "I had an abortion, I got rid of it, it doesn't exist!"
Dorcas' eyes opened as she breathed rapidly, a light sweat over her brow even though the room itself was chilled. The only light came from the moon, filtering in through her uncovered windows. She sat there one her own bed in the comfort of her own room still and silent for a moment, her hands pressed in to the mattress. Her breathing was rapid and she had no idea what was going on. Where were the bright lights? The Death Eaters? Voldemort? What happened to Rodolphus? Slowly it started to sink in that she'd been dreaming. She was dazed and disorientated and she had no idea what to do. She couldn't sleep, she didn't want to sleep, she couldn't go back there again so soon but she couldn't move from her bed just yet, she had to get her head on straight, it was like a clouded fog was slowly lifting from her mind, things were slowly becoming clearer with each passing second.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Apr 22, 2018 6:28:17 GMT
If I am an angel paint me with black wings
The darkness was uneventful. Rodolphus laid awake, his mistress wrapped in his arms as he watched her breath. Her chest rising and falling in a rhythm that soothed him for more than one reason. He watched her like a hawk; every move of her eyes under her eyelids, the shifting of her weight on the mattress. He was keenly aware of everything except the images that passed through her head. He caught glimpses, though. There were little moans and groans that accompanied small movements. A word here or there that seemed to be building up to something, but it made no sense to him. Not at first.
The moonlight had shifted, casting its pale rays across the foot of the bed, where Rodolphus’ large feet extended well beyond Dorcas’. Her legs were short and she barely took the length of the bed, whereas Rodolphus filled it out completed. On several occasions over the years, Dorcas had twisted herself far enough into her blankets that Rodolphus’ bare feet were left exposed to the cool night’s air while she was burritoed in a warm comforter, completely unaware. He had taken to tucking the edge of the blanket under his heel to combat the petite blanket hog. She stirred in her sleep, and Rodolphus’ eyes flicked upward from her chest to her mouth and a strained voice spoke out.
"I shouldn't be here." He ran his hand through her hair to calm her. “You’re aright, love.” She was, and by the gods, she would be come morning. Rodolphus trusted Hanley, he was a straight forward sort of man and if there was even a doubt that Dorcas wouldn’t see the sunrise, Hanley would have said as much. Unlike much smarter men, Hanley did not fear the wrath of Rodolphus Lestrange. There would be no need to appease him. Dorcas would be alright, but the tossing and turning that was starting was enough to worry him ever so slightly.
If her movements were worrisome, it was nothing to the words that followed. She wasn’t known for talking in her sleep, which made the statements all the more troublesome. "I'm not pregnant, get away from me." His brow quirked and his body twisted to look at her more directly. The sleep talking continued and it made more, and simultaneously less sense the longer it went on. "There is no baby!" She shouted and Rodolphus propped himself up on his forearm. "I had an abortion, I got rid of it, it doesn't exist!" A cold chill ran over Rodolphus’ figure as he laid there, staring at the woman whom he had just killed and had brought back to life. Her eyes were opening, confusion to match his on her face. “An abortion?” There was a quake in his voice, due to both nerves and anger. “What are you on about, love? When did you have an abortion?” His hand had recoiled from her waist as he looked at her. What sort of dreams was she having? Was there any truth to the words her subconscious self was spouting off?
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Apr 22, 2018 7:11:08 GMT
Dorcas sat frozen. Her dream was still ever vivid in her mind. Voldemort there, the Death Eaters, Rodolphus pinning her down on the bed. He'd clearly heard her words, had she also been hitting him? What was that potion she'd taken? Dorcas twisted, looking at Rodolphus, she didn't know what to say to him, she couldn't exactly explain everything to him right now because she couldn't really get it all that straight in her head. There was a lot going on, there was so much racing through her mind that she wasn't up for a discussion on what she'd done in the past but she knew it wasn't really something Rodolphus would let go, if he didn't care about the subject then he wouldn't have mentioned anything, "Nothing. It was years ago," She said turning away from him and twisting herself around, sitting on the edge of her bed. "Don't," She waved a hand to dismiss any thoughts he might have but seriously, 'Don't' what? Think about it? It was damn well on her mind and she doubted it was the sort of information he could just willingly forget and ignore. Dorcas didn't know what she wanted to do. Some cold water and maybe some work would do for the rest of the night, or morning as it were, but she wasn't going to be able to get on with any work with Rodolphus around, they were two areas of her life that she avoided mixing. There were quite a few areas of her life that she preferred Rodolphus not be involved with but he'd wormed his way in to most of them, but work was entirely off limits.
Dorcas ran her hands over her face and through her hair, she hadn't even noticed that her throat was doing better. Her voice had no longer been scratchy and she didn't ache as much as she did before she fell asleep. Sure her dream hadn't exactly been a walk in the park and it was apparently something she'd spoken out loud about. She had no idea if she'd ever slept talked in the past, perhaps it was just a side effect of the potion along with the crazily vivid dream. She wouldn't have minded something to stop the dreams if that was the case but she supposed Rodolphus wouldn't know much about potions like that. Hell, she was beginning to wonder where he'd gotten it from but she wasn't interested enough to probe for answers, she just wanted to get her dressing gown on and get downstairs. Rodolphus would be more than capable of seeing himself out.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Apr 22, 2018 7:48:25 GMT
If I am an angel paint me with black wings
She was more awake now than she had been only moments ago, so her words carried more weight than they had when they were heavy with dream. She shrugged off his query and sat herself upon the edge of the bed, her back to him. He didn’t like it. “Years ago? What the fuck are you on about, Dorcas?” The knowledge had dawned but his emotions refused to allow it to settle in to his mind properly. She couldn’t possibly be speaking of anything real. She hadn’t aborted a baby. Not his baby. When the fuck had she done this?!
The mattress moved under his weight as he sat up, his torso turned to face her while her back was still to him. “Was it mine?” There was too much willful confusion in his voice to be accusatory at that moment. Of course it was his. Why the fuck would she be dreaming about anyone else’s child while in his arms? They were only connected in the physical manner but there was a connection and she’d never let it slip before that she was ever thinking of anyone but him while in his presence. Why would she? He was Rodolphus fucking Lestrange. Woman literally threw themselves at him while he had been single, and there were a good number of women who continued despite the shiny ring he normally wore on his left hand. His thumb caressed the exposed skin that, for so long, had been covered by his wedding band.
His hair had fallen in his face and he ran his fingers through it like a comb as he pushed it back. His dark hair was a long enough length that she had grasped onto it before, though hers was longer and he could control her movements with a strong tug one way or another. At the moment, his hair was simply in the way, as were the blankets, and the pillows and her whole fucking bed which seemed wider now as he looked at her, awaiting the answer he knew was coming. She waved him off. “Fucking look at me, Dorcas. Was it mine?”
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Apr 22, 2018 8:23:37 GMT
How was this even happening? Dorcas wasn't sure how she could answer Rodolphus' question. Was it his? Well yeah, of course it was. Did she see other people? Occasionally, but Rodolphus was a convenience that she rarely strayed from. She didn't have much need for other guys, they weren't capable of the things Rodolphus was capable of, especially in a one night stand. She'd never discussed any of her other sexual partners with Rodolphus but he had to of known that there were others but he probably had no clue of how many. Hell, even Dorcas wasn't sure how many others there'd been, and it wasn't just men, she'd been with plenty of women too but it was exceedingly unlikely any of them had ever got her pregnant. No, she'd known back then that it had been his child. She knew he was the only possible candidate of baby-daddy and it wasn't something she was going to deny but it wasn't information she was going to willingly give, of course now she was in a bit of a situation. He sounded as though he was starting to get mad and Dorcas had no idea why. What would it matter to him? It was just an unwanted parasite, neither of them could have dealt with it at the time so what did knowing about it do?
It was such a simple answer to give, just a small 'yes' and it should have been done but something in Rodolphus' voice was telling her they weren't done, not by a long shot. After a small pause she nodded her head, still not bothering to look at him because what difference would that make? He only wanted her to look at him if she were lying and why would she lie about it being his? "Yep." She pushed herself up off the bed and walked around to her wardrobe. She pulled it open and grabbed the lilac dressing gown that was hanging up. Thick and warm she'd still not put it away from winter. She swung it over her shoulders, kicking the wardrobe door shut with her right foot. Her arms slipped in as the plump warm dressing gown settled on her shoulders. She tied the belt, turning as she did to look in Rodolphus' direction. The room was still dark, too dark to make out his features from where she was but she could use her imagination and she imagined he wasn't the least bit happy, which was completely ridiculous.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Apr 22, 2018 19:24:53 GMT
If I am an angel paint me with black wings
Her silence seemed to last an eternity and, in that time, Rodolphus’ anger grew. “Yep.” What sort of sodding answer was that?! She couldn’t even be bothered to say words properly. Her poor upbringing was on full display. She didn’t even turn around as he commanded her to do, she simply stood from the bed which brought a whole other level of emotions into play. Rodolphus stood quickly, preparing to catch her should her legs wobble or block her should she attempt to leave. She needed rest, and even in his fury Rodolphus knew she needed to get her arse back in bed, but it was the anger that kept him standing beside his side of the bed and watching from a short distance instead of moving to help her as she dressed herself. She turned back to look at him and they stood silently for a short moment.
“When?” he demanded, her petite figure standing in the darkness facing him. He could hardly make out her expression. She still appeared a bit pale but that could have just been the strange angle of the moonlight breaking the darkness between them like a dividing light that made everything on either side seem that much darker. On one side stood Dorcas, the woman who had apparently carried his child inside of her, for however long that had lasted, and seemed completely flippant now about having kept such a fact from him. On the other side was Rodolphus, boiling with anger that was, perhaps, misplaced. He wanted a son, several more children if he could have them, but his petulant wife had taken to playing games with him for years, depriving him of the one thing she was supposed to provide in their marriage. The wounds were still fresh and now Dorcas was stood there, nonchalantly talking about how she threw his child away without ever even telling him.
Logically, Rodolphus wouldn’t have wanted a bastard. Even if Dorcas had given him a son, he wouldn’t be a true Lestrange, he wouldn’t have inherited the family’s fortune. He would have been a mark on the family name. An embarrassment to both the Lestranges and the Blacks, although what the fuck did he care if Bella’s family was embarrassed? Fuck the Blacks, and fuck Bellatrix, and fuck Dorcas for keeping this monumental secret from him. How long had it been? How long had she been playing Rodolphus for a fool, just like his own wife had done?
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Apr 23, 2018 3:32:19 GMT
When Dorcas was done tying her dressing gown she continued to look at Rodolphus for a moment, wondering if he would let her leave her own bedroom. She had strength enough to get up and move around but it was only a burst, she knew it would be short lived and she didn't have the strength to fight him off if she needed to, not even with magic and really she didn't even want to. He wasn't as big an arse as he had been when they were still in Hogwarts, he probably wasn't going to attempt to control her but who knew what his emotions would have him do, he was rather sensitive like that and usually when he got a little sensitive he took it out on her in all the kinky sexy ways, but that wasn't possible right now. She, for once, didn't feel like doing anything with Rodolphus and she was fairly certain if they tried anything, she'd just break. Fragile was not a word she liked to be used in relation to herself in any sense but that was exactly what she was feeling this morning and a dumb conversation that was entirely unnecessary wasn't helping.
Dorcas started walking back to her side of the bed where her wand was resting on her beside table from when she'd been getting ready to retire for the night. She didn't think she was going to need it but she liked to keep it on her out of some form of comfort, she felt safer when she had her wand, even if she felt no immediate danger, it was just all part of her training, expect the unexpected and be prepared for it. "I don't know, about seven years maybe." She wasn't sure of dates, she hadn't cared, she'd just wanted that thing out of her as soon as possible. She'd travelled for a while after and at the time only Tersha had known anything about what was going on. Since then she'd only talked to a couple more people about it since then so it wasn't as if she'd ignored the whole incident entirely, she'd just never told her parents or Rodolphus. None of them really needed to know. "I'm gonna get a drink." She said, picking up her wand and slipping it in to the deep dressing gown pocket. She walked back around her side of the bed and headed towards Rodolphus' side to get to the door that lead out of the bedroom and onto the landing.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Apr 23, 2018 4:05:06 GMT
If I am an angel paint me with black wings
Seven years was like nothing. An insignificant blip of time that flashed almost unrecognizably fast. Aurora was already six, or she would be in a few days’ time. He could remember her birth like it was yesterday though the rage he felt that night in hospital with his wife and newborn disappointment was unlike the anger he felt tonight. Rodolphus couldn’t remember much of anything of importance seven years ago between himself and Dorcas. Nothing dramatic stood out in his mind. Perhaps if it had been after Aurora’s birth or even the news of Bellatrix’s pregnancy, some other marker in time that could force him to recall more easily, but there was nothing that he could think of and yet it wasn’t long ago at all. “Seven years,” he repeated to himself, his voice a whispered growl of anger. “You kept this from me for seven fucking years.” His voice was louder now and full of emotion. Dorcas began to move and Rodolphus moved to block her path.
“I’ll get you your sodding drink. Get your arse back in that bed before you fucking hurt yourself.” He pulled the bedroom door hard open and turned his back to her. He considered leaving her to worry about herself for the rest of the evening. If she could throw away his child without ever a bother or mention of it for seven sodding years, there was no use in him hanging about to look after her. Fuck her if she fell asleep and never woke again. What was it his problem if she died?
His bare feet fell hard on the stairs as he made his way to the main floor of the little cottage, then turned and passed by the front door, continuing on through the lounge and into the kitchen. Just as he had before, Rodolphus didn’t bother with the lights. He could find his way around the home with his eyes shut, he didn’t need to flip on the lights of every room he passed through, especially when the darkness seemed to mirror his thoughts at that moment. The tile of the kitchen floor was cool against his skin and a shiver ran up his spine as he crossed to the cupboard where the glasses were kept. He pulled the cupboard door and took a glass from the shelf. The clinking of the glass on the counter top echoed and Rodolphus stood there, in all his glory, scowling at the kitchen wall in the darkness.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Apr 23, 2018 4:21:34 GMT
Dorcas folded her arms and rolled her eyes at Rodolphus' little temper tantrum as he commanded her back to bed. It didn't take a genius to work out that he was pissed about the whole thing but Dorcas honestly couldn't see why. If they were a couple then yeah, maybe this would be an issue, hell she wouldn't have done anything without talking to him about it first in that kind of circumstance ... probably ... but they hadn't been a couple, they still weren't a couple and he was married. The last thing he would need was some bastard messing up his respectable reputation, and the last thing she'd needed was some whining infant messing up her career and holding her back. She'd been at the start of her time as a fully qualified Auror, she'd have been restricted if she'd become a mother back then. She knew her parents would have been ecstatic, they'd have loved a grandchild but it didn't matter how much they would have helped out, how much Rodolphus would have helped out if at all, she would still have been the mother, she would still have been the one responsible for another human being and honestly, she could barely take care of herself on the best of days. She was reckless, a mother shouldn't be reckless.
Climbing on to her bed Dorcas kept the dressing gown on and laid on her side in the middle of the bed, pulling her pillow towards her to rest her head on. She faced away from the door and slipped her feet in under the blankets but didn't bother pulling them up. The dressing gown was cosy and warm, more than she needed really but she didn't worry about getting too warm, her thoughts were with Rodolphus and just what the hell he was doing at the moment. She couldn't hear glasses or plates being smashed, she couldn't smell fire so she supposed that was all a good sign, at least he was keeping his little tantrum to a minimum at the moment but she did wonder about earlier, about how he'd wrapped himself around her and apologised. She had no idea what that had been about, losing a little consciousness probably just panicked him a little but to apologise when she was perfectly fine? It seemed like a bit of a stretch for Rodolphus, she wasn't even sure if she'd ever heard him apologise in a non-sarcastic manner. Rolling over on the bed she turned to face the doorway, wondering if Rodolphus was going to bother coming back or not. Part of her hoped that he did.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Apr 23, 2018 5:08:00 GMT
If I am an angel paint me with black wings
Jaw clenched and fist tight around the glass, Rodolphus stared into the darkness. He might have had a son. All the heartache that Aurora’s birth had created could have been alleviated if he had had a son. A rightful heir. A dark haired boy with his father’s height and his mother’s hazel eyes. Their child’s eyebrows would have been the envy of both sexes. Rodolphus’ grip around the glass tightened until a sharp cracking sound came and he looked down to see that he’d broken Dorcas’ glass. It hadn’t shattered but it was unusable. If he returned upstairs it would be with a different glass but his mood was not yet improved and the return journey to the bedroom was still up in the air.
Logic hadn’t crept in yet. He wasn’t thinking about the shitstorm having a child with his mistress seven years ago would have been. There was no reasoning away his anger in this moment. Rodolphus wanted children, he wanted a son, lots of sons. Bellatrix, the murderous, vengeful bitch that she was, was refusing him that right as a man, as her husband. Now Dorcas had let it slip that she was much in the same way as Bellatrix; a spiteful witch who would deny him his children. He was divorcing Bellatrix over the matter, it was a recent revelation, but it was already in the works. It should have been no problem then for Rodolphus to walk out the front door, hop onto his motorcycle, and speed off into the sunrise to find another whore who would not be so foolish as to betray him the same way Dorcas had, yet he carried her drink through the kitchen, then the lounge, and straight passed the entryway. He stood at the foot of the stairs and could see into her bedroom through the still open door. It was quiet.
He took the stairs slowly and purposefully, having decided it best to not stay any longer than he needed to. Dorcas was laying on the bed, facing the door as he entered. He set the drink on her bedside table. “Ring your friend and tell her to come round to sit with you. That hot reporter that wants me to stick it in her,” he clarified. He knew Dorcas and Tersha were close friends, close enough that Tersha found it amusing to suggest to Rodolphus that he ask Dorcas out on a proper date, despite the fact that she and the rest of the bloody nation knew that Rodolphus was married at the time. That had been a while ago when Rodolphus had happened upon the women in a café, but it was made clear to Rodolphus that Tersha knew of his dalliances with Dorcas behind his wife’s back so she would be an acceptable person to pass Dorcas off to this morning. He wouldn’t leave her unattended but he would leave.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Apr 23, 2018 5:37:22 GMT
Dorcas wasn't sure how long she'd been waiting for Rodolphus to return. She watched the doorway, not able to just sleep, she didn't want to sleep, she didn't even want to be laying down but she figured she didn't have a whole lot of strength so if Rodolphus was willing to look after her for a bit then she'd let him. It was strange, usually the only person she ever let actually look after her was her mother and the Healers at St Mungo's but she was an awful patient, truly terrible. She did what she wanted, when she wanted. She rested when she wanted to and not a second before. Taking orders of any kind was often given a lot of thought and Dorcas usually went about things her own way. The only exception being work. Sometimes there were orders she'd rather not follow but she had to or she'd be out of a job. She wasn't afraid to argue back or point out flaws if she felt something truly wasn't right but usually she had to keep her mouth shut and just and get on. That was why she usually preferred to work alone or with people she knew she could boss around easy enough.
Footsteps could be heard and then there was a pause, Dorcas could feel her heart pounding, wondering what Rodolphus was up to out there. He soon came in and walked behind her, putting her water down on her bedside table. Dorcas sat herself up, pushing herself up the bed a little and reaching over. Leaning to her bedside table she reached out and took her water, sitting back in the middle of her bed looking at Rodolphus standing there, talking complete shit. After Rodolphus was done talking, Dorcas raised her right brow and took a sip of her water. Calmly she set the water back down on her bedside table. "Shut up and get into bed. Finish your little tantrum in the morning." Dorcas felt no need to coddle him or his emotions right now, he was overreacting to something that happened a long time ago, something that didn't even concern him. There was nothing to really talk about but if he wanted all the details - or at least the ones she could remember - he was welcome to them when she was a bit stronger and ready to talk about this kind of crap, and maybe he'd get around to telling her just what he'd been so apologetic about earlier.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Apr 23, 2018 6:07:38 GMT
If I am an angel paint me with black wings
“My little tantrum, as you call it, could last well beyond morning, but if I get in that bed with you, you might not.” It was a warning but if she wanted to see it as a threat, then that was on her. He had already killed her once tonight, and that had been when he was excited to see her. Now just the sight of her plump lips and big, doe eyes made him want to crush her windpipe for what she had stolen from him. There was no telling whether he’d put in such efforts to bring her back as he had the last time. When Rodolphus Lestrange wanted to kill you, he generally did. The restraint he showed as he stepped back from her bed made his clenched fists shake.
Rodolphus was not used to having things kept from him. He had grown up spoiled, though still expected by his father to learn the important points in a man’s life. His mother had given in to nearly every whim and fancy her miracle child had, and now that he was grown he found the women in his life much less giving. Keeping his sons from him – or, as was the case with Dorcas, taking them away. He didn’t like it, but the fact that she was still breathing was a testament to how much he fancied her. Well, how much his cock fancied her at least.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Apr 23, 2018 6:38:28 GMT
If that was a threat, Dorcas didn't see it as such, she smirked a little and laid down on her bed, cuddling into her dressing gown with her eyes fixed on Rodolphus. She had no idea if there was anything she could say to him right now that would improve his mood and she was beginning not to care. She was already bordering on not giving a shit but if he was going to be such a grouch about one little incident from seven or so years ago then that was going to have to be his issue to deal with. If he wanted to get the fuck over it and climb into bed with her then she wouldn't complain. "Fine." She closed her eyes, wriggling her feet under her blankies, feeling snug. She wouldn't stay like this for long, one way or another but she didn't fancy looking at Rodolphus any more if all he was going to do was act on his emotions. She didn't expect him to be entirely reasonable but she did expect a little thought process but then again he'd always been more of the acting sort, never really thinking much through.
Dorcas had nothing more to say to Rodolphus this evening, not if this was going to be his attitude to her doing the right thing for the both of them bloody years ago. If he wanted to be a stubborn, overreacting jerk then he could bloody well get on with it but he could get fucked if he thought she needed some kind of babysitter for the night, that was complete overkill for a little time unconscious so if he decided to leave, she'd lock the place up so no one could get in. She was clearly well enough, she had enough strength to get up on her feet and as soon as Rodolphus was gone, if he left, maybe she'd head downstairs and get on with some work. She certainly didn't want to fall asleep again, not without some kind of comfort, which in this case would just so happen to be Rodolphus.
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