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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on May 3, 2008 23:24:58 GMT -5
At least one arranged marriage, besides his own of course, would end up perfectly. Considering the timeline on the whole thing Rabastan thinks their parents managed to do a blood brilliant job in pairing up the most likely candidates for a successful relationship. Bellatrix was most like him; neither Andromeda the oldest or the youngest would do him right in 'holy matrimony'. Then there was Lucius and Narcissa and the boy is nearly impressed with how well things worked out. Both were vaguely prude and a tad stuck-up though not in the same way the others are. In the past he had never really thought about the whole situation; never truly given a damn after all that fate, good or bad, is in his future and why worry bout it til then?
"My, my," Rabastan smiles, teasing, "I quite enjoy this position." Now in any normal situation Narcissa is one of the few he would keep his hands off of knowing how Bella might react and also knowing that the darker of the Black sisters can provide more 'comfort' than the other. One trade-off and in the end it's well worth it. However now it's not him hanging onto Narcissa so much as it is the other way around. Can't blame a boy for liking the feeling of her arms around him tight. "Like what you feel?" Perverted as always, a tiger doesn't change it's stripes.
He wasn't aware that Narcissa Black was afraid of heights; that much is fact. Who would have guessed a future Slytherin queen would have such a silly illogical fear? Course that's not saying that even if he did know he wouldn't have repeated his actions. Rabastan is constant in that fashion. Hearing his full name the teen's eyes narrow; addressed like such a child. "What," he yells back down to the ground, currently at a stand-still approximately twenty-five feet off the ground. "You don't trust me?" Cissy is, in the very least, in capable hands. He isn't part of the quidditch team just because of his blood-line though that may play a tiny role.
Moving the broom a meter down closer to the ground he looks over and down at Bellatrix. "And what can you do about it anyway?" Rabbit grins, "Hmm, Trixie? I think Cissy really likes being up here with me"
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Post by Narcissa Black on May 3, 2008 23:41:55 GMT -5
Narcissa knew that Rabastan would end up saying something slightly dirty. She made a face at him. "Oh of course i love it rabbit.."she said sarcastically. She then looked down again, fear going through her. Ughh stupid irrational fears she thought to herself. There was no explanation for her fear of heights, but she had always been that way.
She should have had every reason to trust Rabastan, he was sort of like an older brother, and she knew Bella would kill him if he ever did anything to hurt her. But this time, she couldn't help but to let her nerves get the best of her. Her fear of heights caused a slight tremble to run across her. "Can we get down now Rab?"She asked.
She listened as he taunted Bellatrix. Bella would definitely save her if Rabbit decided not to go back down to the ground. She knew her sister would take her side over Rabbits any day. She was quite thankful to know that. Her gaze turned back towards the ground once more. She couldn't help but to want to be down on the ground. Why did heights scare her so much? It really bugged her that she had this fear, it was something that couldn't be helped.
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Post by Bellatrix Black on May 4, 2008 2:16:32 GMT -5
Their parents had indeed somehow managed to pick the perfect spouses for their children (toddlers at the time), even if they were simply paired up by age rather than any early signs of personality because really, what pureblood parent was ever concerned with their children being happily married when they could be well married.
If Narcissa was not on the back of that damned broom she would have informed him that she didn't trust him as far as she could throw him, no not even as far she could throw Rod, which is considerably shorter. However, Narcissa was on the back of that broom so she had to hold her tongue for now. "NOT WITH MY SISTER YOU GIT!" she screamed. Her hands were rested firmly on her hips. Her long black hair was falling in her face but she did not bother to move it. "BRING HER BACK DOWN NOW!"
Bellatrix was going to start counting. He had ten seconds to bring Narcissa back down safely. "OR NO SEX EVER AGAIN!" Bellatrix grinned maliciously. She was not kidding about it though. If anything happened to Narcissa because of him. Well, no sex was worst than death for Rabbit. That was the wonderful thing about being in her position, she could easily threaten other girls into staying away from Rabbit but he could hardly scare his own friends into not sleeping with her.
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on May 4, 2008 3:05:36 GMT -5
With the two Slytherins in such close proximity Rabbit can feel every move she makes. One hand remains firm on the grip of the broom to keep them steady while his other arm is around the girl's petite frame. He knows her as Bellatrix's sister and his best guy friend's wife-to-be, hell the first one alone makes them practically family whether she likes it or not. That also means that it is in his best interest to keep her alive and well for the time-being. If not he may end up dead himself, the time for that near approaching judging by the angry and not joking look on Bella's face.
He feels her flinch and instantly senses the fear; normally Rabastan would see it as a weakness but as the girl's elder brother he's a bit soft in that spot anyway. "Keep your chin up," he says vaguely encouraging with what he knows to be a muggle saying. Muggle studies had always been an easy course and he took it at the same time as Lucius which added together apparently equaled actually going to class from time to time. "This won't be so bad" he continues with his own sense of reassurance, "Would I lie to you?" Oh yea, Rabastan most definitely would but that isn't currently under question and would it really matter either way? Wouldn't stop him from doing what he is going to do regardless. She should know him well enough to be aware of that fact.
She has them there and they both know it- sex is like a toy and Rabbit is a four year old who would have a temper tantrum if it were taken away. "Hold on tight, Cissy dear" Rabastan looks back up at the younger girl. Bellatrix may not be joking and for the meanwhile he will obey but in his own way. Making sure his hold on Narcissa is tight he speeds up rapidly, smiling wildly as he then jerks the broom upwards, doing a quick loop in the air before nose-diving; coming to a gentle balanced stop two feet before the ground. "Mad skills," Rabbit flaunts with a smirk.
"And I told you I wouldn't hurt her. You two are like my sisters. That I'd totally have sex with."
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Post by Narcissa Black on May 11, 2008 5:38:03 GMT -5
Narcissa still held tight to Rabastan, her irrational fear of heights had taken over. If she weren't in the air on the back of a broomstick she would have probably hit Rabastan and yelled at him to a certain point, but that probably wouldn't be a good idea in mid-air. She looked down once more, seeing her sister but immediately cast her glance up again. Looking down was definitely not going to help her fear of heights.
A slight smirk fell upon her face as she heard her sister's threat. Knowing all too well that Rabastan would give in to it. Would I lie to you? She heard him say, and of course she was thinking Yes but didn't say it aloud, she remained quiet as Rabastan spoke again. She listened to his orders, she was definitely holding on tight. Rabastan sped up the broom. Narcissa remained totally silent, as she was fearing something dreadful would happen. He did a quick loop, Narcissa held back a scream. She would have to yell at him for that once they got to the ground.
Finally he pulled to a stop. Narcissa jumped off as if she hadn't seen the ground in months. "Bloody idiot." She snapped at him giving a light glare. She retreated towards her sister, continuing to send glares in his direction. She was mad, but its not like she would stay mad at him forever. Rabastan was someone who was hard to hate. She looked to her sister, hoping she'd do the honors of yelling at him, as her yelling was much more effective than Cissy's.
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Post by Bellatrix Black on May 11, 2008 12:58:48 GMT -5
When Rabbit felt the need to show off and do that stupid loop trick, it took a great deal of restraint on her part not to kill him the very second they landed, however, 'Cissy was still on the broom for a second, allowing Bellatrix to get a hold of her anger, sort of. At least, she wouldn't have to be burying any dead bodies in the forest to night, particularly not that of a certain boy she was betrothed to.
The moment Narcissa had dismounted the room and walked towards her, Bellatrix had immediately placed herself between Rabastan and her sister. There were very few people who Bella would defend like this, unfortunately for Rabbit, he had picked the one she was most protective over. She looked like she might punch him. However, Bellatrix did not due anything the muggle way if she could avoid it.
She took a few steps forward, closing the gap between her and Little Lestrange. He was very lucky she adored him or he probably would already be dead. She held her wand out, pointing the tip directly at his neck. "If you ever do anything like that again, I will kill you," she growled, clearly not joking. In general, Bellatrix was very calm about pranks, or at least, would understand when it was the Lestrange brothers or Malfoy, but never when it came to her little sister.
Bella actually pressed her wand against his throat when he said that stupid line about them being like sisters he'd sleep with. She had obviously done this sort of thing quite a bit as she knew exactly how much pressure to make it hurt but not be too dangerous. She didn't really want Rabbit dead. At any other moment, she would have found that comment quite amusing. Her anger was slightly lessened now that Narcissa was safe, she was able to protect her, and Rabbit was being his usual arrogant and slightly creepy but entertaining self.
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on May 18, 2008 15:43:50 GMT -5
Raising a brow Rabbit doesn't particularly care about that threat. Life is life and death is death and the boy honestly doesn't mind passing on at a young age. However they both know there is one thing Bellatrix Black could do that would make the teen bend to her will. It's a weakness, one of the few, that he acknowledges. Whipped is not a term he enjoys but when it comes to times like this he may just have to concede. Sex is a daily need, he's an addict and the Black sister has the power to cut him off. Already jonesing for his next fix the chances of him now practicing self-control are slim to none. Sure he hates to give that control over him to another but Bellatrix has what he needs and desperation isn't pretty.
"Darling," Rabastan smiles, cocking his head to the side and flashing her an innocent smile, "Baby, love, I know you wouldn't hurt me." Not true, she would. Blood is thicker than water and even though somewhere along the way the two are most likely related Narcissa and Black are actual sisters and that seems to trump all. Family bonds are ultimately important and that fact has been drilled repeatedly into their minds. Unless it's a traitor (a cough to cover is not necessary when he drops the name Sirius Black) one is expected to respect and honor their family tree.
His grip releases on the broom, letting it fall uselessly to the dirt ground but his stare remaining on the girl he considers his lover. Not the only lover persay but definitely one of the best if not the best. Most of his recent victims were virgins, key word were. With the first times girls are usually nervous, they stumble with the actions and romance and some of the sappier ones cry at the end. Rabastan usually wouldn't bother with such mush but breaking their hearts afterwards is thrilling. Can't stand their clingy heart-throbbed first love married for life fantasies, nor can he make them come true. Rabbit is what he is and just like his namesake. He mates for one, that's for certain, and he's just as jumpy. Any sign of commitment and he'll both strike out and run.
Then there's Bellatrix and she was different from the start. It's the only reason the betrothal to her is bearable, perhaps even to be encouraged. Hell even the first time she graced his bed Rabbit couldn't help but be impressed. Her virgin status was no matter apparently, she was a pro right from the start. Raising his hands up Lestrange isn't all too worried about the wand currently forming a slight bruise on his neck. "C'mon, Trix. You love me, what are you gonna do. Kill your future husband?"
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Post by wowposter on Nov 6, 2008 22:44:51 GMT -5
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