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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Aug 11, 2019 6:13:15 GMT
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“Guess so,” he remarked to himself as Dorcas went about ignoring him and completely destroying a box of cereal in the process. He would have offered to do it for her but she would have just ignored that, too, so he leaned back against the counter, folded his arms across his chest, and watched in amusement as she struggled to make herself a pathetic dinner of cereal. His eyes tracked her movements around the kitchen, silently watching. Finally she pulled a few bottles of cider from the fridge and headed back out toward the lounge. Rodolphus shoved his hand forcefully against the door of the refrigerator to shut it, as Dorcas’ attempt had been unsuccessful. “Alright then.” Still no talking. Fine. Clearly this weekend was not going to go as planned, and that put a sour taste in Rod’s mouth. He yanked open the fridge again and grabbed himself a bottle of beer, then slammed the door shut and followed Dorcas into the lounge.
Grabbing a slice of pineapple-free pizza as he went, Rodolphus plopped himself down on the sofa next to the little cushion fort Dorcas had prepared for herself. He took a large bite as he relaxed into the seat and used his right foot to push off his left boot, then the opposite. Extending his legs in front of the sofa he scooted down in the seat and got himself comfortable, half expecting Dorcas to throw a wobbly and leave the room altogether. “What are we watching?” he asked, his eyes fixed on the TV but admiring Dorcas’ figure in the reflection of the blank screen.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Aug 12, 2019 5:14:36 GMT
Not giving a shit that she had company, Dorcas dunked her face into the bowl of milkless cereal and tuck out her tongue. The dried flakes stuck to her tongue and she straightened up as she ate them. Once in front of her little snuggle cubby, Dorcas put the bottles of cider down on the coffee table. Hopefully Ader would be back before she finished those two because she planned on drinking herself into unconsciousness and without her wand to summon her drinks, she needed someone to fetch her drinks for her and obviously Rodolphus would never be an option because she wasn't in the mood to acknowledge his existence just yet.
Grabbing one of her bottles, Dorcas sat down in her little nook, ignoring that Rodolphus was right next to her on the other side of her cushions. She wiggled and bounced to get the cushions the way she wanted. She was finally comfortable when Ader appeared with movies she was known to watch, some new ones, and some Chinese food. Dorcas dipped her face into her bowl of dry cereal once more and watched as Ader got plates and cutlery with a click of his finger. Dorcas sat forward in her seat and placed her cereal and still closed cider on the table. She dished herself up a plate of food and Ader uncapped her cider for her. He'd even got a glass for her but Dorcas was just going to drink straight out of the bottle. "That one, Ader." She said, pointing to the movie on top of the pile he'd brought. As Dorcas sat back she took a mouthful of her cider then wedged the bottle between her leg and a sturdy cushion and then began digging in to her Chinese as Ader put Grease up on the TV.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Aug 12, 2019 6:23:38 GMT
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Fucking Chinese take away and a pile of movies, a sodding pillow fort, and dried cereal. They could have done all of this back in Britain! Aside from the enormous TV and the lush surroundings, they were basically back in Dorcas’ teeny little shack and absolutely nothing had changed. Rodolphus sneered as he pulled the cap off his bottle and flicked it across the room, not tracking nor caring where it landed. Leaning back into the sofa, Rodolphus sipped on his beer and suffered through some 30 year old pretending to be an American teenager. The blonde wasn’t half bad to look at and Roddy stated as much, one of many comments he made throughout the movie. He was disappointed that the sleepover scene was so tame and recoiled visibly as the frumpy looking girl made a chipmunk face. The songs were catchy, though often times nonsensical, but it wasn’t the sort of music he’d listen to if given the chance. “Just shag her in the changing room and get on with it already,” he commented as the leading couple were again finding themselves at odds. Hell, if teenaged Rodolphus and Dorcas could manage it while they were at school, then the singing American teens could make it work and end this fucking nightmare of a movie.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Aug 16, 2019 9:38:02 GMT
As usual, Rodolphus made comments through her crappy movie and he didn't stop. After she'd finished her Chinese, Ader had brought her some ice cream and a spoon. Dorcas didn't mind this weekend too much after all. She was used to Rodolphus talking his way through movies and she figured it helped his little pea-brain to digest what he was seeing. Besides, she'd she the movie a handful of times before and what she was more interested in were the lyrics to the final song. Ram-a-lama-ding-dong? Nope, that wasn't it. What in the fuck were these people saying? Why the fuck were they saying it? Dorcas had no idea but it was catchy and she was bopping along a little. It was a fun movie and she liked it, but next she was going in a different direction. She had Ader put on The Rocky Horror Picture Show while she got up to stretch her legs. She only made her way to the kitchen where she peered at the leftover Chinese food in the fridge. She was full. She still had ice cream left that she was definitely going to scoff down, but it was incredibly tempting to have a little more Chinese, absolutely stuff herself silly. There was no way she'd be out jogging this weekend, not in this cold, so she figured she could probably ease off the insane amount of food she'd have this weekend, even if only for a bit. Grabbing a couple more drinks for herself and Rodolphus, Dorcas headed back to the sofa and sat herself down, handing a fresh beer to Rodolphus. She shoved some of the cushions on the floor and shuffled herself up against Rodolphus as the movie started, still not saying a word to the annoying prick.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Aug 18, 2019 5:26:57 GMT
If I am an angel paint me with black wings
“Where the fuck did they get a flying car from?! Do muggles have flying autos now? What the sodding hell?” Had he not been a lovely mixture of high and drunk, Rodolphus might have been yelling angrily at the television set, but as it were he was more stupefied by the ridiculous ending. The movie had been just awful and Rodolphus had commented the entire way through just to cope. The only redeeming quality the film possessed was Sandy’s skin-tight leather trousers, to which Roddy likened to Dorcas’ rage-inducing trousers, though the tiny blonde next to him on the sofa had a much finer arse. He said as much as he threw a half-eaten piece of pizza onto his plate for the house elf to clean up. The movie came to and end and he was relieved, but when he looked to the little pillow fortress where Dorcas had been relaxing, she was gone. He hadn’t noticed her getting up, nor had he realized his beer was empty.
Looking around in attempt to see through the doorway into the next room, Roddy spotted Dorcas coming back with two drinks. She handed one to Rod, who popped the cap off and flicked it across the room as the walls of the pillow fort were tossed to the floor. Dorcas snuggled up against him and Rodolphus slid his left hand under the waistband of her pyjama trousers, placing his hand on her bare bum. He sipped his beer as the next movie started. Caramel colored eyes widened as he tried to comprehend the red-lipped disembodied mouth singing the opening song but soon enough he was smirking and nodding, giving Dorcas’ bum a little squeeze as he read “Janet Weiss (a heroine)” and chuckled about Dorcas picking out a drug movie. He enjoyed this one far more than the last, though he did begin to wonder if Dorcas was planning to watch anything that didn’t have catchy songs that were sure to play on repeat in his still foggy brain.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Aug 20, 2019 15:16:53 GMT
Usually Dorcas was wrapped up in blankets and surrounded by snacks. She didn't have enough space to accommodate all the snacks she'd like but she was having her arse squeezed which kind of made up for it. She ignored Roddy through the movie and drank her cider while she enjoyed her ice cream, leaving the empty bottle and empty ice cream tub on the coffee table in front of them. Ader made sure to send in drinks when they were getting low and Dorcas was extremely comfortable. If Roddy wanted to spend this weekend with her then she was having it her way, she wasn't going to be doing whatever the fuck he thought they'd be doing. "Ader," She said, the house elf appearing immediately, "Next movie. More drinks. Cheers." She said as the house bowed and clicked his fingers. The movies switched over and drinks came floating in, tops off. Ader disappeared along with the empty bottles and finished ice cream tub she'd consumed and left on the table during The Rocky Horror Picture Show. The new movie started up a the scene zoomed in on an animated rooster as Robin Hood started up. Dorcas whistled along with the opening music, occasionally stopping to blow over the top of her bottle of cider but it was too full to make much noise. She took a swig of her cider as the movie really got started. "Robin Hood is one sexy fox." She informed Roddy, taking another mouthful of cider.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Oct 27, 2019 4:16:43 GMT
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Dorcas’ jug playing was atrociously awful, and her whistling was hardly even a noticeable tune were it not for the movie’s soundtrack filling in the melody behind her. Rod didn’t mind. He was more than used to the witch’s ego-inflated lack of talent, and hell, at least she wasn’t punching him anymore. Dorcas commented on the cartoon fox and Roddy wiggled his thick eyebrows in her direction. “So the bloke with the great legs in a corset wasn’t your thing, but the animal drawing is doing it for you?” He shrugged. “I knew you were dirty bird, Meadowes, I just didn’t think you’d want to fuck one.” His naturally deep voice was slurred ever so slightly as the high from his elixir was beginning to wear off but the alcohol was still accumulating quite nicely in his system.
His hand, still beneath her pyjama trousers, began to creep between her thighs as he nipped at her neck. Ever the gentleman, Rodolphus ensured her view of the television set was not obstructed as he kissed her milky skin and caressed her. His chances of regaining control of this weekend were slim to none, but he’d make do. He might not be skiing down the mountainside anytime soon, but he was sure to find other ways to entertain himself. And surely there weren’t enough muggle movies to last the entire holiday…
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Nov 9, 2019 4:40:02 GMT
Dorcas continued to watch movies and stuff herself to the point she looked as though she was three month pregnant with triplets. Rodolphus' commentary on what she was watching didn't bother her too much, she zoned in and out on what he was saying until she eventually just passed out asleep. She had no desire to do anything other than what she always did for the one week of February where she wanted to be left alone, and she supposed that Rodolphus being there didn't make much of a difference either way. He'd been in her life for way too long. She just expected him to be in places now. Perhaps that would change one day, but she couldn't see that happening. He was kind of like furniture. She didn't really notice him much when he was around, but she damn well noticed when he wasn't. There had been a time where she hadn't much liked the thought of him heading home after he'd visited her at her cottage, but then she'd killed his wife so it all worked out in the end.
Dorcas woke up in bed about eleven the next morning. It was now technically Valentine's day and that was the first thought to cross her mind. The second thought was that she was actually spending the day with Rodolphus and for some reason she didn't fancy just dragging her arse and half her blankets and cushions to the sofa, just to veg out, watch shitty TV and eat a fuck load of snacks. She actually got out of bed, leaving Rodolphus there sleeping soundly, assuming he'd carried her to bed after she'd fallen asleep on him and more than likely drooled all over him. Ha, sucker. He totally fancied her.
Freshening up with a piping hot shower, Dorcas decided that she actually wanted to head out and give skiing a try, or something stupid like that. She'd probably end up with a broken leg as skating was more her thing, but she was up for stepping outside of her comfort zone, hell, she'd dine all sorts of things for her job in the past, learning to ski could come in handy some day. Turning off the shower, Dorcas stepped out and grabbed a towel. She wrapped it around her body and grabbed another for her hair.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Nov 15, 2019 6:43:45 GMT
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The night hadn’t gone as planned, and sadly Rodolphus wasn’t able to get his jollies off until Dorcas had actually fallen asleep on the sofa. Try as he might, the witch simply ignored his advances, once or twice he caught her smiling slightly if he hit the right spot or made a comment she found amusing, but he was getting nowhere while her muggle contraption was blaring. The snoring didn’t put him off, neither did the drool oozing from the corner of her gaping mouth, but in sleep she had wasn’t as good as he knew she could be. No one liked fucking a limp fish, so he gave up and carried her to bed. Pulling off his clothes, he joined her and fell asleep with her left breast in his mouth.
Thick curtains blocked out most of the late-morning light. It wasn’t until Rodolphus rolled over, his arm falling to a cool mattress where Dorcas’ warm body ought to have been, that Rod stirred. His head ached, the dull pain of the previous night’s consumption and a still purple eye from the witch who would one day be his wife. He opened his good eye and scanned the room, hearing the rushing of water just before the shower was turned off. He could practically smell the burning flesh, or perhaps he was simply all too familiar with the level of boiling water Dorcas liked to bathe in. His imagination running away with him. Damn pathetic use of an imagination when a naked Dorcas Meadowes was a mere room away. Roddy rolled onto his back, tucking his right arm behind his head and resting his left one on his well worked abs. He was on full display, the blanket and sheet kicked to the empty side of the bed. “You can choose the next one,” he said, spying her flipping her hair into a towel through the doorway.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Nov 15, 2019 15:27:44 GMT
Rodolphus said something but being in the middle of drying off, Dorcas didn't quite hear it all. Something about she could chase selection? She wrapped her hair and flipped her head back up. She looked to the bed where Rodolphus was laid with everything on display. She quirked a single brow as she looked him over. What the hell. She fancied doing things she didn't usually do on Valentine's day and this was certainly one of them. She dropped the towel around her body and she pulled the one holding her hair up, off of her head. She gave her hair a ruffle with the towel and then dropped it, climbing on the bed and straddling him. "You're ruining my Valentine's day," She told him, "But while you're here I may as well make the most of you."
Dorcas' shower seemed futile as she laid on the bed, breathing heavily. The bed sheet was pulled up, pillows around the room and a broken vase over in the corner. She'd probably had sex every day of the year apart from Valentine's day so this was definitely new and memorable. She propped herself up on her elbows then pushed her damp hair back, "Let's go skiing." She said, breathing a little heavily, way cheerier than she'd probably ever been in her life. She was even smiling. "After cereal." She added. Rodolphus could have whatever fancy breakfast he wanted, but she was after a bowl of cereal and then getting out of the cabin. Was she being ridiculous? Nah, she was never ridiculous, what an odd thought. She laid back down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. "Though I may need five minutes before I can walk again." She said, reaching out and resting her hand on his leg. Spending Valentine's day with Rodolphus actually wasn't as bad as she thought it might be.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Nov 17, 2019 0:12:57 GMT
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Dorcas seemed to like his suggestion that she choose their next holiday location. It would be most likely be their honeymoon and he thought she ought to have a say in that event as well as the wedding. He’d gone back and forth on the idea of marrying Meadowes. Not the act itself, but the event. The wedding. Dorcas was such a strange creature, he wasn’t sure what to expect from her. On the one hand, she liked pretending she and him weren’t in a relationship at all, and to that end he suspected she would want a small ceremony. Something discrete that she could ignore and go about pretending she wasn’t as happy as she was. On the other hand, Dorcas liked the attention. Something lavish to rival his first wedding would certainly not be out of the question. No way would Dorcas Lestrange allow a dead woman to have bested her in any way, she would most certainly go out of her way to ensure her wedding to Rodolphus was larger than Bellatrix’s in every possible way. But then people would know that she loved him and he considered she would want something small again. There was time to work out the details and they would, perhaps, be done while Dorcas was straddling him in the buff, but not at this very moment. He was quickly taking her in his arms and flipping her to the mattress, ready to pounce like a hungry lion.
Skiing was suggested but Rodolphus would need to eat before engaging in any further physical activities. Dorcas seemed to read his mind. “Cereal,” he repeated with a laugh at how pedestrian still tried to be, even in a private villa in the fucking Italian Alps. His left arm was bent at the elbow, his large fingers tracing a circular indentation on her shoulder with pride. The skin was speckled with tiny dots of red where his teeth had broken the blood vessels but not the skin. Her fair skin shown every little imperfection, every marker of his journey across her body. He admired it for a moment longer before nodding. “Ader,” he called, the elf appearing almost immediately. “Bring cereal. And crepes.” His fancy breakfast that Dorcas would likely eat as well, in addition to her pathetic cereal. The elf nodded and disappeared to the kitchen, leaving them alone again. It was perhaps not the five minutes she was thinking of, but it would take the elf a few minutes to prepare Rodolphus’ breakfast and in the meantime, Roddy was already rolling to his side and looking at Dorcas with predatory eyes. “Sixth of September,” he remarked, hovering over her naked figure and inching his way down her torso with his lips. “6/9.” He passed her belly button and continued south. “That is when we will be married,” he said matter-of-factly as his tongue slipped between her legs.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Nov 17, 2019 7:38:28 GMT
Roddy called for his house elf because he was unwilling to do anything for himself ever and that went doubly so when he was on holiday. He looked at her in that way. She knew they were going to have a little more fun before breakfast arrived. Rodolphus was over the top of her and heading southward, making no sense at all until something that resembled sense was muttered and Dorcas let out a laugh. Married? Yeah, she was totally going to marry Rodolphus Lestrange. "As if." She practically snorted. Life with Rodolphus was interesting and she liked it so far, but marriage? Hell no. It wasn't anything against Rodolphus, well it kind of was, but honestly she had no plans to settle down with anyone in her life time. She wasn't the settle down kind and with a single father? Eh. She could do worse, but she didn't want to do anything at all. The single life was far easier, and besides, married to Rodolphus Lestrange? How was she supposed to hook up with cute guys when the whole world would know who she was married to and the influences of his family? Sure she could probably convince Rabastan to fool around a little, but did she really want to be restricted to two guys her whole life? Hell no.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Nov 17, 2019 20:51:22 GMT
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Her objections were silenced with a flick of his tongue and the subject was closed as far as Rodolphus was concerned. Asking for her hand was a formality Dorcas didn’t require, and there really wasn’t any question about it. She was arse over tea kettle about him. Rodolphus had already done his duty as the Lestrange heir in marrying Bellatrix the first time around. No one was going to question him about his next bride, Dorcas herself included.
She’d woken happy and he had made her happier still, twice over before breakfast. Ader brought them their meal in bed and they ate while discussing how poorly Dorcas was going to be on skiis. Rod had had plenty of practice over the years and agreed to not leave her behind. “And be left to wank myself off later? Not likely,” he’d commented at the idea he might leave Dorcas stuck to the side of a tree trunk.
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