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Death Eater
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Married to Dorcas. In love like a little bitch.
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COO Lestrange Industries // Dorcas' bitch
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Jan 21, 2018 0:57:25 GMT
 If I am an angel paint me with black wings
The night air was cold and slapped Rodolphus like a brick in the face as he landed on the concrete just outside one of the side doors of the Fairmont Hotel. The position he had been held in by the two large bouncers as they removed him from the Queen party had restricted Rodolphus from getting to his wand in the pocket of his jeans and was therefore the only thing saving them from a bright green light and a shallow grave in one of the city’s many cemeteries. He quickly scrambled to his feet as a glazed over look came upon the two bouncers and Roddy’s narrowed eyes spotted Dorcas shoving her own wand into her pocket. “You should have fucking killed them,” he snarled as he moved to meet her, instantly grabbing her and pulling her tiny frame against him. “I’m going to split you in two.”
Rodolphus’ strides were long, and he practically carried Dorcas with him in order to not simply knock her over as he moved her backwards towards the wall of the hotel and pressed her up against the brickwork. Tearing at her shirt and pulling the buttons apart by force, Rodolphus sank his teeth into her breasts, spreading her thighs with his knee and forcing her to wrap herself around him as he pushed into her. His right hand moved up her waist, over her breast, and hovered over her throat before sharply moving to her thick, silver-blonde hair. He tangled his fingers into her locks and pulled, forcing her head back and exposing her tender neck to him. It was well past midnight in New Orleans, and probably nearing sunrise at home in London. It was no longer Dorcas’ birthday. In fact, it was now his wife’s birthday, but Bellatrix was the farthest thing from his mind as his free hand broke the button on Dorcas’ trousers and he slide his fingers into her knickers.
The next morning Rodolphus awoke to a blinding hangover. He was stark naked, laying catawampus on the oversized American mattress of a luxury suite that he did not remember checking in to. He groaned at the light that poured in through the opened curtains on a wall of windows overlooking New Orleans, intensifying the pounding in his head. He groped the side table blindly until he found a wand, his or Dorcas’ he didn’t know and he didn’t care, then magicked the curtains shut, blocking out the light and casting the room once again into darkness. The cool black of the room barely helped at all with the pounding in his head. Slowly, painfully, Rodolphus rolled onto his back, letting his arm fall where Dorcas should have been on the bed beside him. The motion only encouraged the pain in his head and it felt as though Rodolphus’ skull was going to explode at any moment.
He had planned for this; knowing what sort of fun might be had at the afterparty, Rodolphus had procured a few vials of anti-hangover potion and packed them into his duffle which he then shrunk down to fit into the pocket of his leather jacket. All he needed to do was find his jacket in the aftermath of his night with Dorcas in the Presidential Suite at the Fairmont Hotel and he would be set. It was a plan that was easier said than done, as he struggled to open his eyes for more than a second without encountering a seething pain shooting from temple to temple. “Where’s my jacket?” he groaned, his deep voice groggy in the early morning, mouth dry. “Uhh, fuck.” It hurt to speak, or rather, it hurt to hear. “Dorcas?” He attempted to open his eyes once more as he realized she was not beside him on the bed. Instead of a petite blonde Auror, Rodolphus’ hand was resting on a silver lamp, the cord having been broken off sometime during the night and tied to the bedpost. Rodolphus shoved the lamp off the bed and groaned, looking in the opposite direction for either Dorcas or his jacket, knowing they both had an equal chance at curbing the pounding in his head if he could only find one of them.
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Mar 18, 2024 21:10:32 GMT
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Jan 21, 2018 4:59:16 GMT
 What followed the party was insane. The hotel room got destroyed as Rodolphus flung her around the room. Everything had started way before they go to their hotel room and a little part of the evening was reminiscent of the night Aurora was born when Rodolphus had stopped the elevator at St Mungo's and had his way with her there, only the night of St Mungo's elevator had been far more gentle, he'd been softer with her then, clearly afraid of making her concussion worse or adding to her list of broken bones. The elevator in the hotel was far less gentle. He left marks, cuts and bruises, all over her body. Her head ached from the tension of her hair gripped so firmly in his hand that he'd pulled back while he'd pushed her body against the wall. The hotel elevator had been much nicer than the one at St Mungo's that was for sure. Once in the hotel room he'd let loose all his frustrations. He threw here against the beds, the walls, the floor. He'd pressed her face and bare body against the window so she was looking out across New Orleans. He'd been rough, he'd been absolutely brutal and it was most definitely one of the best nights of her life.
As the sun shone through the window Dorcas winced and untangled herself from the bed sheet and Rodolphus who seemed so out of it she could have set of an airhorn and he'd sleep through the bloody thing. Without bothering to wake him she made her way to the bathroom and showered, freshening herself up without a hangover in sight. Once her shower was done she put on her watch and realised it hadn't been the light of first sun that had woken her but closer to the midday sun. She had no idea if house keeping had been in and snuck back out again but they would have been potentially mortified at the mess of the room they'd have to clean up, and the poor muggles wouldn't have any magic to manage it either. Dorcas didn't care too much. She just got herself ready and headed out of the hotel room, down the elevator in which Rodolphus had shagged senseless last night. Once downstairs she put in a food order with the front desk who asked if their phone was working. It was not. Dorcas recalled the night before being tied up to the posts of the bed with the cord of the lamp and the cord of the phone. Sure they could have conjured rope easily enough but that was less fun.
Upon returning to the hotel suite Dorcas was in time to see Rodolphus shoving the lamp off the bed. She chuckled a little, knowing he had to feel like shit after everything he'd had last night. He'd taken everything that had come across his path. Drugs, alcohol, cigarettes of a questionable nature. Everything had made a stop for him while Dorcas only encouraged it, after all what was the worst that could happen? He'd overdose and then what? It was hardly unmanageable. It would certainly raise a few questions at work though, people were sure to find out about the two of them but if he was dead then she wouldn't care so much because clearly it would be over at that point. However Rodolphus was not dead, at least not yet. He had enough energy to look about and she suspected he was after her for some kind of cure and she always carried something. Shutting the door behind her with a purposeful large slam, Dorcas made her way over to the bed, rummaging in her bag as she did. Once she found what she was after she dropped her bag onto hers and Rodolphus' jackets that were thrown over a chair and climbed onto the bed, uncorking the little vial she had with her. "Here," She said, placing the vial to his bottom lip and pouring the content into his mouth, "Give it a minute and you'll be fine." She said, putting the empty vial and cork on the bedside table before laying her head down next to Rodolphus and running her hand over his chest, "Food'll be here soon." It had been forever since she'd had something to eat and right now she was starving, then after she'd eaten she was going to drag Rodolphus' arse to the shower and then out around New Orleans to explore the Big Easy.
Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 752
Notes: <3 Finished!
Outfit: Queen killer
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