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Post by narcissa acardia black|| on Nov 16, 2008 16:52:27 GMT -5
[x] It was late at night, almost midnight. The moon was shining violently above the trees. In the Slytherin Dormitory a young girl was getting ready to flee into the night. Narcissa Black, Slytherin, 6th year, drew the hood of her cloak over her head and snook out. She descended the stone steps, thinking over her plan. She had to be very careful not to be seen. If the Head Girl would catch her, it wouldn't be too bad, she was her sister after all. But if one of the Professors would catch her... She would be in a lot of trouble.
After descending the last step, she looked around. The Slytherin Common Room looked empty. Nobody was there, at least that was what she thought. Silently she walked on, going through the Common Room Entrance and ascending the steps of the Dungeon that lead to the Entrance Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She looked around the corner, no one was there. It was safe for her to leave the Castle. Cissa opened the large door and stepped outside. The cold air hit her, her breath was whirling around in the air like little clouds. The cloaked figure looked around her once more, making sure she wasn't followed and began to stride towards the Forbidden Forrest.
She walked and walked, every once in a while looking back to make sure she was alone. Her feet carried her along the way as her thoughts drifted away toward Lucius. She hadn't seen him today. Bit of a day wasted of course. It was strange. Every other guy that flirted with her- and believe me, there are loads of them- she didn't have the same connection with as she had with Lucius. He had this kind of grip on her, one that she just couldn't resist.
The large trees of the Forbidden Forest were dooming up in front of her. Like great predators, ready to strike. Her pass began to quicken. With every step she moved more swiftly than the other. She had walked for about 10 minutes before she finally slowed down a little. There it was, right in front of her. That open place in the forest, that was completely hers. A large trunk was laying carelessly on the floor, as if a couch had been planted there just for her. She sat down, looking up at the sky. And that's when she heard it. A twig breaking nearby. She took her wand, took of her hood and looked to spot the sound had came from. The bushes began to quiver a little and Narcissa's grip tightened on her wand. Whomever was coming wouldn't know who he was up to. The bushes shook more violently. But as soon as it had started, it had stopped. Two white bunnies hopped out of the bush. Narcissa sighed, saying to herself *stupid shagging bunnies!*. She sat down again, being relieved that no one had caught her. A strand of her blond hair fell in front of her eyes, she heard another twig break. *Yeah, Yeah, I'm not scared of you.* She said aloud. * You're just another bunny, and you won't scare me again!"
ooc: I kinda cheated... recycled post
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Post by lucius abraxas malfoy on Nov 18, 2008 2:17:51 GMT -5
] Move your hands in circles, keeping me hypnotized The power behind your eyes Move around your bedroom, cursing the naked sky You should be here tonight[/I] ((bleck, sorry, I don't know how it got this long))
Ah, a slow end to a rather slow day. Lucius had entered his very last year at Hogwarts and yet it feels like he’s going to be weighed down in the adolescent tripe and exam-drama for all eternity. Time was excruciatingly slow it seemed, unlike his summer which seemed to have zipped by in the blink of an eye in Wiltshire. While he did not dread the thought of class or homework, per say, the drudgery of the time between is what really got his goat. Being ‘silly’ just didn’t rile him as it once did, and to be quite frank, Lucius never found any enjoyment in planning ‘pranks’ (a term that has gotten far too over-used during his years at Hogwarts). There were social expenditures, sure, but Lucius was not spared that chore during the summer either. In fact, he probably saw more of his Slytherin peers sipping lemonade at luncheons at his house than he’s seen between classes. The social market was growing dim anyway, what with all the flaky purebloods crooning over which ‘side’ they want to join, as if Hogwarts had become the boarding house of gangs. All and all, Hogwarts did not offer anything more spectacular than what he could find at home. Feuds, knowledge, flirting, parties - he’s had it all before, what made boarding school any more spectacular?
It wasn’t like Lucius was a wet blanket. Oh no, far from it actually. He is probably still reigning as the most expressive and opinionated person in the Slytherin house, and he obligingly offers concisely stated words to uphold the title. It wasn’t that he liked lounging around boredly in the common room, far from it. If there was something to do, he would most assuredly do it. Despite his strongly severe and stern attitude, he was not so serious as to find humor; though admittedly, his humor is more dark than most. Then there was the excuse of who to play with, one can not gallivant jovially by oneself? Lucius apparently could, he managed to ostracize himself from the giddy throngs for seven years, and it was unlikely he’d give in now. Socialization was by a for-the-sake-of-sanity basis for Lucius, as there was nothing worse than speaking to mundane people than keeping entirely to himself all the time. There is some boyishness left in him, most assuredly. True, his parents have never seen this side (except when in diapers maybe), and there were seldom who could contest that they’ve seen Lucius crack a smirk or smile - or even laugh - let alone allowed himself to behave before people how he’d behave in private or in good company (as it‘s apparently a huge secret from the world).
Sadly Lucius is about to tuck in for the night. Closing in on midnight with nothing to do instigated forced sleep on the young, blonde Slytherin, as what he was doing prior was not exactly entertaining. After the general throng had situated themselves in their dorms or somewhere else private, Lucius had settled down in the common room to lay out before the fire just before bed. Practically roasting his bare back and torso as close as he could to the hearth (an addictive habit that felt too good to kick), he was now feeling very warm and toasty - ready to shimmy in between his sheets, seeing as he had no other options. Lucius jogged quickly up the stairs (as he didn’t want to lose the heat), leaping up the steps winding up around the boy’s dormitories as he fixed his hand on his door, attempting to open it with finesse as to keep the light of the common room and potential sound to a minimum. In this thoughtfulness, his eardrums picked up on the peculiar sound of shoes padding over the steps. At this hour, there were seldom who required shoes to go down the stairs. Midnight snack, secret lover? While curiosity did apparently kill the cat, there was nothing in that saying said about killing a serpent.
Lucius descended some steps of the boy’s dorms, viewing the person mysteriously hooded and cloaked as he then bounded up silently back into his room in search of clothes and shoes, as he was currently wearing nothing more than a pair of flannel pajamas with green, white, silver, and black coloring. With no luck of searching his trunk in the dark, Lucius picked up the once crisply ironed oxford he had worn earlier today, throwing the button down over his shoulders as he clamored about, looking for his left shoe which had miraculously made it’s way under the bed. After finally grabbing hold of his plain athletic trainers, he attempted to force them on as he exited the room.
Practically hopping down the steps in order to fully pull on his shoe, he stomped his foot down and then continued in hot pursuit towards the common room, athletically leaping down several of the stairs in order to shave those precious seconds. He did not know where this person was going, after all (which was part of the excitement), so he’d have to catch up quickly or lose track of him or her completely. Lucky for him, he caught up with her at a junction between the dungeons and basement levels - and noted that she was not heading towards the fruit portrait. He followed the person up and away from the dungeon levels at a healthy distance, being sure to hug the divots or alcoves to prevent being caught by the cloaked fellow, or patrolling teachers. As he walked, he slowly drew up the buttons of his oxford, attempting to keep as warm as possible as Scotland wasn’t renowned for it’s hot weather, he could only imagine the night air he’d have to combat tonight, as apparently she wanted to take a stroll outside. Interesting.
The blustering wind was not exactly the most welcoming for the underdressed Malfoy as he continued to pursue the person of interest all the way across the grounds and - how lovely - the forbidden forest. Naturally Lucius did not bring his wand (having spent a good deal of his time patting the carpet for his shoe), and so if he were to come across any of the reputed animals of the Forbidden Forest, he’d be in very deep trouble. Hopefully the rebel before him was wise enough to bring the necessities. Stepping lightly through the forest of dense, tall trees, he was almost relieved when he could stop not too far from a clearing. Lucius did not know about this coveted spot - then again, Lucius didn’t exactly take excavating trips through the woods. He merely watched from afar, waiting for an accomplice or ally of the hooded person to show up as he warmed his hands with his breath (so much for him lounging before the fire). She then finally began to stir, making Lucius’s spine stand erect in interest as he watched his finicky counterpart deliver a swear to … bunnies? Thank goodness his hands were close to his mouth, otherwise he would not have been able to contain his laughter. Clapping a palm over his lips, he leaned in further (as he could not miss such a priceless delivery), his free hand grasping a low twig for support.
That was not the wisest moves, however, as the little sapling of a branch broke in the closure of his strong, frigid hand, making an unmistakable popping noise as it did so. Unknowing Narcissa (as if he could mistake that voice and face) had quickly become a skeptic of her own fear - he should probably make it known that he was neither a rabbit nor shagging anything at the moment. Dodging away from the streams of pale, foreboding light from the moon and sky, he meandered his way down to the clearing she had stopped in. Once close enough, he dared his frame to face the scrutiny of night light as he peeked out from the dark depths common of the Forbidden Forest. “Glad you’re not afraid anymore, Narcissa,” He said as he continued to walk out towards the center of the rare clearing. Looking around in a judgmental and scrutinizing fashion, noting the ominous, thick trees and deep sky which seemingly turned the whole Earth blue, also giving an illuminating air around light colors, including his hair and white shirt (which also had a misplaced button if one cared to notice). His flannel pajamas, while warm, didn’t exactly go with the surreal color scheme either, though he really didn’t have the time to coordinate an outfit. Finally, after peering back at his female counterpart who was literally in the center of all this, he then questioned quite soberly and inquisitively, “This your idea of an evening?”
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Post by narcissa acardia black|| on Nov 18, 2008 14:23:31 GMT -5
[x] Squinting her eyes slightly together, Narcissa Black's eyes kept locked on the place she figured the sound had been coming from. Here ears listened more carefully, trying to find some new kind of movement they should register. Yes, though she was not afraid of bloody bunnies making their way through the forest, she was still quite alert. Growing up with Druella Rosier of course had made her only the smallest piece of paranoia. Only slightly of course, for you see, even how much Narcissa tried to deny it, she had quite a few characteristics Druella Rosier had herself. Of course, the young woman tried to deny it as much as possible, pushing the witch as far away from her as possible, because in Narcissa's eyes, her mother was the worst kind of being.
Druella Black, neé Rosier was an aristocratic woman, always holding her head high in the air, her long and fine nose pointed up in the same direction whenever she walked amongst others. She was envied by the wives of other purebloods, adored by their many and the subject of their son's dreams. Druella Black knew that she was a beautiful witch, she carried herself around with an air of self-assurance unlike any other, and well.. it's only obvious that she portrayed those elements about her rather well. Fine silk was draped around her body most of the time, the last she had worn anything that was out of fashion and not out of the finest materials was when had been going to Hogwarts, and then still, she had dressed herself more elegantly than most people.
Now the question remains of why Narcissa Black loathed her mother so much, hate of course is a strong word, but loathing, unadulterated loathing described her feelings towards her mother perfectly. The answer to that is plain simple. Even though Narcissa Black wasn't the most.. loyal female herself - well, she figured she had just not met the man of her life yet who could make her stop cheating -, she was disgusted by her mother's late-night wanderings, mostly with guys that were in their mid-twenties, no good material for a woman that was in her mid-forties, certainly not when she was married to one of the most lovable men in the world.
Cygnus Black was in Narcissa's eyes the only man she could trust. He was stern, strict yet strangely enough her most favourite person in the world. When Narcissa had been little, she'd always been his little princess, much to the agony of her mother, since of course, she wanted all the attention pointed towards her, instead of her youngest daughter. And well, then there was also the fact that she blamed Narcissa for windening her hips to the way they were now, Druella's tea-friends of course, constantly reminded her she had the figure they all wanted. The young slytherin on her turn constantly reminded her mother of her failure of keeping her daughter strictly in her hands. There probably didn't a day go bye that, when Narcissa was at home at the Black Estate, they didn't bicker about the most stupid things, from clothes to hairstyles, from school points to curfews.
And while she thought of these things, time passed by quickly, only seconds had passed as she remembered the blond witch that was nastier than the wicked witch of the west. And as the blonde in her mind faded away, another one came into view, only this time, there was no nasty snarl upon her lips, but a simple and collected smile as she looked straight at Lucius Malfoy. She got herself together again, lowering her wand instantly, hoping that he wouldn't have heard the comment about the freaking bunnies.. Well, that he was shattered pretty quickly as Lucius told he was glad she wasn't afraid anymore. With a soft smirk, she brushed his words away, clacking her tongue a few times in her closed mouth, barely hard enough to let any sound come out.
"Why would I be afraid, Lucius?", she smiled softly as she took a few steps closer, putting her wand back in her pocket so both of her hands were free. He came closer to the middle of the clearing and she stopped, waiting until he would stop in front of her. She looked at him, being distracted by his face for a few moments, those pure lips against the pale skin, made him look angelic, yet, she thought that sometimes he was more like a demon. Her eyes wandered further over his body, the smirk being replaced by a small grin as she saw his assemble. She shook her head, opening her mouth to speak. "Well, Lucius, I always thought you were a rather fashionable man... are you setting up a new trend?", she teased as she cocked her head towards the right, seeing those pj pants and the slightly mis-buttoned shirt he was wearing above it.
Years ago, Narcissa had disliked this guy, he'd been a prick she could live without, the years of growing up together within the walls of Hogwarts Castle, she had grown quite fond of him. She started to confide in him, telling him a few of her darkest secrets, for as far as she had them, yet, at times, she just couldn't resist to tease him again like she had done when they had been bloody ignorant kids. "I can picture nicer ways to spend my evening, however, until recently I had nobody with me who could make the evening a lot more interesting.", she said smoothly in response to his question as she took another step towards him.
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Post by lucius abraxas malfoy on Nov 19, 2008 1:05:40 GMT -5
] Move your hands in circles, keeping me hypnotized The power behind your eyes Move around your bedroom, cursing the naked sky You should be here tonight[/I] ((there, that's a much healthier size))
The initial shock upon actually realizing that it was Narcissa Black, rather than some arbitrary rebellious Slytherin scoping around for some excitement, had not set in quite yet for Lucius Malfoy. In fact, he seemed a bit languid, calm even, even though his frame was frigid with chill and general appearance not up to his normal, excruciatingly high standard. Seldom have seen the Malfoy boy donned in pajamas, fewer in such an obviously discombobulated manner. All he needed was slightly skewed hair and he could be mistaken for just rolling out of bed, which would be the lowest of low appearances in Lucius’s eyes. His mix and match outfit consisting of loungewear, athletic accessories, and his school uniform was a bit humorous, especially in comparison to Narcissa, who looked as put-together as she always did. But ‘awkward’ was not in Lucius’s dictionary, neither was ‘embarrassment’ - he was too juiced with pride to sink down to a level consisting of pink cheeks and an apologetic brow. He was more intrigued by the situation than his own clothes anyway. Questions about Cissa finally began to procure in his head as his psyche finally cottoned on that the person before him had a fair bit of explaining to do.
With his arms crossed snugly over him as both a mode of warmth and to physically personify his inquisitive concern, he ambled a teeny bit closer, the patronizing air of scrutiny and silent interrogation palpitating from his frame just as easily as he exhaled. A lovely spectrum of queries formulated, perhaps so many that he’d merely blurt everything at once if he tried to open his mouth to speak. Sure, the Blacks were not exactly renowned to be wet blankets - or even boring at all - but seeing as Narcissa seemed to have planned this expenditure, no hypothesis could be thrown out the window, especially not any including clandestine activities, such as a secret lover. The impending inquisition that was bound to happen did not stifle the air, however; in fact, he was currently rather amused by Cissa’s demure responses, enough to make Lucius’s chilled visage (that’s figuratively and literally speaking) crack and imperfect slightly as a faint smirk created a tiny dimple in his right cheek.
“Well we both know that there are reputedly very harmful species wandering around the Forbidden Forest,” Lucius pointedly noted to his counterpart, apparently giving her the benefit of the doubt that there were logical things to fear (because there actually were). But of course, this was not a magical creatures seminar, and with that thought in mind, Lucius added in a subtly underhanded manner, “Bunnies, apparently, can be quite frightening at this hour.” Lucius then watched his counterpart, looking for some obvious tell that she knew what he was referring to. Just thinking back on it was worth the slightly broadening smirk contorting his lips, and he may just never let her forget that moment unless she gave him a very darling ultimatum worth a century's worth of laughter. So obviously scrutinizing her visage (with little help of the dim, pale light), however, was not very proper, as ‘staring’ was right up there with biting your thumb in a Shakespearean drama - it just wasn’t done in good propriety, unless you were fixating on instigating something. Lucius could not visibly appear like he was trying to get a rise out of her, could he? It was all in good jest, after all.
But his original intention of conversation did not revolve around rabbits and scare tactics. It actually revolved more around her latter comment, mostly an attempt to answer the ‘why’ questions circulating in Lucius’s brain. He may just be too imaginative for his own good, as he had a grand slew of ideas of what she could have been doing if he had not arrived - and he received no good clues with her coy remark. With his arms still tightly clamped against his upper body, he near-unnoticeably began to drum his fingers against the rungs of his ribcage simultaneously as he paced very slowly with tiny steps around his personal space in their little clearing; anything to ward off the nip of night chill from freezing up his muscles and bones. Her very sneaky compliment was not missed by Lucius (unless, of course, she was talking about someone else - which was not completely thrown out of his hypotheses list yet), but he wasn’t going to let her off so easily for the sake of stroking his vanity (despite how good it felt to do so). From what he gathered she was looking for a way to cure boredom as well. Nevertheless, his tongue could not refrain any longer as he imposed yet another query for Narcissa to reply to. “What were you planning to do out here?” He asked as his whole frame paused so he could deliver his question without distraction. With her small advance he had only stood his ground in a seemingly defensive position, seeing as his arms were across his body and his feet were spread a modest, at ease length apart.; apparently he had managed to play a defensive role simultaneously as he was provoking her for replies. “Catch a cold?”
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Post by narcissa acardia black|| on Nov 19, 2008 17:06:18 GMT -5
[x] A Mannequin. One simple word that could contain so much about the personality of Lucius Malfoy. And yet, so much he was not. He carried himself, with a veil of self-assurance. Cocky, brilliant and enormously wealthy could describe him so well, most could even think that they would knock on wood if they touched him. Yet, strangely enough, through the entire facade, Narcissa believed that he wasn't who he always portrayed to be. Or well, yes, he was, but somewhere there was an extra characteristic to him that nobody saw. She smoothed her robe around her body, flushing an imaginary piece of dust of her shoulders before turning back to him.
Yes, though she would have cursed his balls of if he had said this in her first year, she grinned quietly at his comment about the freaking bunnies. Placing her arms in front of his chest, mimicking his own behavior without really paying any attention to it, Narcissa Black let her tongue swirl soft words through her mouth. "Yes, well.. these bunnies had red eyes, no need to explain that they were highly dangerous.", she answered him in her straight voice while raising her brow slightly. Okay, so perhaps not the best comeback, but hey, they didn't always need to bicker, right?
God, how many times they had fought before were probably uncountable, still, in her mind the best fight they had ever had was because of a small incident that was not so very intentional. Well, it was, but altogether, Narcissa could still laugh about that happening, she doubted however, if Lucius would feel the same. Once, when she had been in her third year, Lucius and her fought all the time. She couldn't stand him, let alone be in one room with him for more than five minutes and not kill him. It was on a night like this, cold with a soft breeze fluttering to the trees. Only, back then, she had been in the Common Room with him. Potions, had always been one of her best subjects, and so, as a treat for one of his previous 'pranks' he had pulled on her, she had bewitched a small glass. There's no need to tell how the night continued, except that Lucius was quite mad at her for the purple hair that he now had and that despite that, Narcissa had had one of the best nights in her life, grinning the entire time as she dreamed off.
"But well.. at least they weren't purple.", she added while appearing to be thinking, not succeeding into keeping a radiant smile off her pale features. So perhaps, Lucius would celebrate on this happening, her being slightly scared about stupid bunnies that had been hiding in the bushes, but still, the image of him with the purple hair had been more entertaining to provide her with a lifetime of joy.
As suspected, Lucius didn't give in that easily. Her previous statement clearly wasn't enough for him, and though she had just said the opposite, there was a small chance that she could swirl her words around again. Her blue eyes were locked on his for a few seconds, just long enough for the social etiquette to be okay with it. "Well.. ", she started softly as her brushed through her blond hair. It would be easy to say that she hadn't been planning anything. She just needed to get out of the castle, away from all the snoring girls in her dormitory, to find a place where she could think, about her future, about the rest of her life, about what she wanted it to be and with whom she wanted it to be, yet perhaps she wouldn't have the choice of the latter idea... If her mother set through with her plan of bethroding her to someone.
That was one more thing Narcissa didn't like about her mother. Year after year her mother had tried to lure her into marrying someone Druella had chosen for her, but of course, Narcissa had always protested when her mother had suggested and eligible bachelor. Yes, they were pure, and slytherin and rich and they would take perfect care for her, but.. they were also in their thirties, and bald and ugly. Not one of them being the man she wanted to marry..
Of course, if time came for it, she would have to stand by her mother's choice eventually, but still, somewhere deep down, even considering how silly it was, she hoped to get married out of love, not for money.. but yes, that was clearly impossible. Her ranting went on inside her brain, though she knew she wouldn't be able to tell Lucius anything about this at all. Yes, she may confide in him, but right now, the time nor the moment seemed to be there to pour her heart out to him. Perhaps later..
"Even though I wasn't expecting any company", she continued after her mind started focusing again "I might have felt that tonight would be the perfect time to meet someone in this secluded area.. knowing that someone would follow me out.. And clearly that one was you.. Perhaps.", she continued with an air of self-assurance even her mother could learn something from. "I knew that you would be watching me when I left the Slytherin Common Room, knowing that you'd follow me here, to finally admit your deepest cravings for me.", she finished delicately as she bit her lip as a small smirk appeared on her face. Ah, well, not the entire truth, probably, but well, it was known that Narcissa wasn't an angel, and that she didn't back down out of any challenge, physically or verbally, so when Lucius tried to get at her through his words, she wouldn't give in to easily.
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Post by lucius abraxas malfoy on Nov 21, 2008 4:44:51 GMT -5
] Move your hands in circles, keeping me hypnotized The power behind your eyes Move around your bedroom, cursing the naked sky You should be here tonight[/I] “I’m sure they did,” Lucius retorted with a believing nod, indulging her with her claim of lethal rabbits. Even if he was skeptical, it didn’t really matter if it was a bunny or centaur that leapt out of the brush - this forest had a way of making everything seem foreboding, even if Lucius could not claim to have seen anything more than the horse tail of a centaur swishing in the distance once in all seven years of learning at Hogwarts. It was forbidden for a reason, and while Lucius was not the person to give advice on restraining one’s curiosity, he did always make an effort to not make an ass - or fool - of himself (not implying that he doesn’t indulge in midnight strolls himself). Apparently tonight he was going to be a hypocrite, as just a short while ago he instinctively fed his curiosity’s desires, and he wasn’t even looking sharp while he did it. He didn’t care, however, maybe because he was already so assured in himself that he was certain that he could have been wearing high-water trousers and a polka-dot sweater vest and still emanated chilling confidence. Even the company, the ever-darling Miss Black, didn’t hold much sway over his stoic demeanor (save for that newly-formed smirk). What he thought of her never seemed to portray justly in his visage or in his words - which has been a curse for Lucius even though it was usually a great gift. Could cold marble become malleable anyway? Even if it wanted to?
Ah, the color purple. Usually it was a friendly word, usually associated with flowers, the sunset, or girl’s jumpers. But when, and only when it came from Narcissa’s lips, it’s associations became comparable of everything ghastly that one could think of for Lucius. Even now his alabaster hand lithely reached up to push through his smooth hair, which was currently flaxen - as it should be. Anyone who was remotely aware of the Malfoy name would be shocked to find out that Lucius’s hair was brown - or even dirty blonde - rather than the platinum color that was as notarized with the Malfoy name as the Slytherin house. It’s hard to imagine purple hair in the first place, but on Lucius Malfoy - a chap very involved and doting of his name, home, and reputation? That’s a disaster. A disaster that was caused by none other than his current counterpart. It was interesting how the underhanded coyness portrayed by Narcissa, as well as other sly Slytherin ladies, was an irritant to some - Lucius actually found it charmingly amusing. To her little remark, he could only faintly grimace at the oh-so-fond memory - for now.
After conclusively evaluating his locks by sifting his hand gently through the layers (yes, still blonde), he resumed his calculative position, as disfavored colors and vermin were not the central topics he wished to focus on. While seemingly withdrawn, he was slightly on edge when it came to Cissa - and for good reason. Wandless at midnight without proper trousers was enough to be agitated - even the solidifying cold - but it was none of those reasons. It has come to Lucius’s attention that he didn’t know something about Narcissa. Of course, so any sane, normal person, it would seem natural for two friends to have space in which either party could spend their night how they pleased. But Lucius’s obsessive nature and personality that was heavily prone to addiction did not like the thought of being out of the loop. Lucius couldn’t bear the notion of not knowing about something, whether it was how to cut ginger in potions, or something just as petty like this, it only made him wonder how much more he didn’t know - currently that very mindset was circulating through his head about Cissa. True to form, hardly a soul saw this ardent and zealous side of him on the matter of people, seeing as he didn’t have friends (nor wanted any) to care about, but if any attempted to talk poorly of his name or do wrong to what he held value to, it quickly revealed itself to be the forefront of his personality.
But that train of thought thankfully got delayed by her rather detailed response. The interesting bit was figuring out where she was exaggerating and which parts were truthful observation. If Lucius was flustered, he still didn’t look it; he could always rely on the haughty, aloof expression that was literally passed down from generation to generation in the Malfoy family. Surely Narcissa couldn’t read through the vague haze perceived as his visage. Yes, she must be bluffing, he was near-certain of it. It was only a saucy monologue meant to … provoke him? Twist him around her little finger? Well, it did neither. She was funny, in a cutesy way; he could easily imagining any decent gent lapping her words up like it was moist sugar, any smart bloke would notice that it was sprigged with lemon. Two could play this game. “Is that right?” Lucius exclaimed in a clearly fascinated manner. Cocking his head so-slightly to the left to further personify his already pungent, questioning airs. Just as easily as his rhetoric query slipped off his tongue, he derived his own scenario that keyed in so well with hers it was actually logical - in their little mock storyline, of course. “Sounds like you want me to profess all my deep, dark desires.” Dropping his chin slightly in a thoughtful manner (as if he was on to something with this plot), he took a small, pensive step forward as he tapped his index finger over his lips as he continued, “If I didn’t know better, I would assume that you staged this whole night just to ensnare me, Narcissa.”
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Post by narcissa acardia black|| on Nov 21, 2008 17:01:56 GMT -5
[x] Even though Narcissa Black was a smart witch, and even though she could confide in Lucius Malfoy, she never really knew what was going on in his mind, what he was thinking of or how his feelings worked, if he had any.. Of course, he'd always been good in covering things up in her not-so-humble opinion. But what she wouldn't give to have one moment inside that marvelous pair of brains, wandering around and seeing what he saw when he looked at her, but just not at her, how he looked at the entire world around him. Well, she should keep on dreaming, because that would never happen. She confided in him, telling some of he darkest secret, but the question was if he ever told her one of his own secrets or if it was just a mere conversation where he made her believe that he did so? While in the presence of others, she kept her head held high, appearing to be better than them, which obviously she was.. but then, there were also times, Narcissa let the facade drop, though those moments were little, and nobody ever saw her when she was feeling that way. It were the nights she stayed awake for longing hours, thinking over the her past life, figuring out how she would continue and if she'd ever be able to overrule her mother, which she desperately hoped to do some day soon.
Suppressing the urge to laugh as he brushed his hand through his hair, as if checking that it was still blond, Narcissa Black couldn't help but brush her own hand through hers, mimicking his movement without thinking about it. They said that it was normal though, when you liked somebody, a lot, you could take the other person's behavior into you, well more like his gestures.. It was like yawning when you saw somebody you liked yawn, something you couldn't stop, something that happened without you noticing. And so, the seconds passed by as Narcissa dropped her arms next to her side again, not noticing what had just happened, not taking it in fully, just looking at him with a small smirk upon her lips as she started speaking. "You know.. that color suited you perfectly well."
The grin upon her face would not be wiped away, not even as he seemed to drift of with his thoughts, a vague look surrounding those deep depths of grey (blue?) eyes. Yet, she didn't say anything about it, studying his face closely, just enough politeness left in her to not truly stare at him. Though after a few moments her words seemed to have hit his ears as he responded to her statement. It was different from what any other guy would have said, they would have hung to her lips, craving to lick the words off, yet he stayed quite.. cool under it all, not showing any particular emotion other than that slightly fascination look that was on his face. The question was lingering in the air, although, she knew better than to answer it. this was no question to answer, his way of bringing it up had made that more than clear. Still, she could not stop herself from nodding just once, her breath stopping for a second as he came one single step closer, putting his index finger to his lips; as if thinking.
If I didn’t know better, I would assume that you staged this whole night just to ensnare me, Narcissa.”
A soft smirk graced her lips as her hand went to her neck, gently brushing along to soft spot near to crook until she let it rest there, as if she was surrendering to him, finally. "You've got me all figured out Lucius.", she said in a voice that was close to surrender. She took another step closer to him, looking up to her dark lashes. Slowly, she placed her hand upon his chest, right above his heart to be precise, a soft pressure resting upon it as she smiled softly. "But what if that was my intention?", she asked curiously.. "Would it hurt? Or would it be better?" she added as she looked down at the ground for a few seconds, trying to resist a smirk, but failing deeply. As she looked up again, that smirk she had tried to suppress shone on her face, clearly waiting for his answer, pursing her lips slightly together while the smirk was replaced by a wicked grin.
She didn't know what his answer was going to be, though she had one million options swirling through her head right now, one being more logical than the other, yet one remained imprinted in her brain. She knew she shouldn't be thinking of that, but it was just too irresistable, and it had shown up when he had touched his own lips, she desperately wanting that it where her lips he would touch, with his fingers, or with his mouth or even with his tongue... Yet, perhaps it was too soon for that, perhaps she needed to wait until the night grew even darker,... patience however was a virtue she didn't have.
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Post by lucius abraxas malfoy on Nov 23, 2008 23:37:39 GMT -5
] Move your hands in circles, keeping me hypnotized The power behind your eyes Move around your bedroom, cursing the naked sky You should be here tonight[/I] Oh, right, sure he did. Purple is such a fetching hair color. How could Lucius not call her out on her joking bluff. “You tease.” He declared quite pointedly, obviously giving no supplementary adjectives or particular jokey tone to spice up the two simple words. Per usual with his verbal deliveries, they were always concise, to the point, and ominously vague whenever he saw fit. Obviously there was no mystery behind why he thought she was a subtly patronizing minx, in fact, it was a pretty obvious fact to the whole world. Just as swiftly as he replied to her small banter, he also took a thoughtful step forward, his hands now dropped and entwined behind his back in an observatory fashion. “Perhaps we should try purple on your hair next time,” Lucius suggested congenially while leaning in through the air between them, using his index finger to gently swipe one arbitrary lock of her flaxen hair outward before reversing momentum to take withdraw back into his personal space, watching gravity take course over the wisp of hair he just bounced.
It was funny how seemingly clueless she was when she played her little mind games and toyed with him. He assured himself that she saw nothing more than an amused grin and impish connotations demoralizing his visage. But while he was partly amused by her saucy antics and charming replies, another part of him wanted to thrust her games out the door in agony. Over time he has realized that his petty acts and crimes against her in their youth was a ploy for attention - her attention specifically. Receiving her hexes and cross words were better than getting nothing at all. Over time their tricks had matured to more refined banters and rebuttals - friendship finding away in it’s midst - and the cat and mouse charade continued. But, what if he mentioned that he wasn’t kidding, and hasn’t been kidding for the last year or so at least. Just as she could most certainly not tell his smarmy comebacks from actual insinuations, he couldn’t tell the difference either. That in itself sent a gargantuan amount of mixed signals and utter confusion. He assumed she only jested with him, seeing as no real mutual advancements had been made aside friendship from what he knew. Then again, he’d be the last person anyone would want to talk to - ever - on the matter of feverish likeness or ardor, he didn’t hold the blueprint capacity for it.
So was he really playing along at all in the first place? He was beginning to confuse himself more than he already was on the matter of Narcissa Black. While he has joked along in parrallel to her insinuating scenario thus far, could truth be found between the lines? Lucius did his best to not try and decode his own subconscious, it only hindered the conversation at hand, which he has splendidly played on instinctive wit thus far. And thinking in extensive intervals was always dangerous. “It depends,” Lucius began in reply, his newly unknotted hands reserving a place in the fuzzy flannel pockets of his trousers. As said before, thinking was bad - wasteful even at times, so why was he drawling out the milliseconds. He already knew what he was going to say - he already knew before the last syllable came past her lips, so why did he feel strangely apprehensive of uttering it? The very brief pause turned into a natural cliffhanger for Lucius’s response, as he did finally exclaim with a cheeky beam, “-On what you would do after you caught me.”
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Post by narcissa acardia black|| on Nov 24, 2008 15:59:02 GMT -5
[x] Lucius' words slithered out at such great ease that Narcissa couldn't help but smile. Her feelings towards him had always been mixed up, from enemy to friends, from friends to.. this. She had always envied girls who found what they wanted, the ones who just wanted sex, or those who were in a serious relationship. Yet, she herself had never found out what it was that she truly wanted. He looked so appealing to her, those bright eyes, that silky hair and that lovely pale skin, how she longed to touch it. Her hands were almost joining her thoughts, already leveling for an inch before lowering it again, hearing his second reply as she came back with a slight shock. His fingers were holding a lock of her hair, and she swallowed, not being able to turn her eyes away from his face, not being able to breath for a few seconds, until.. he had uttered that particular sentence.
She took a step back, almost scolding while the lock of her hair dropped back to her shoulders. "Don't. even. think. about. it.", she said as she took her breath back, hands clenching slightly together. If there was one thing Narcissa couldn't stand it was one touching her hair with having improper thoughts about it. Well, improper, it all depended how you looked at it. For Narcissa Black the case was this. She loved her hair, and yes, she was more than regularly vein with it came to the her soft curls, but that was probably the only thing she was so wound up about. Her scold turned into a soft grin however, after she had seen the joke in it, though she desperately desired he wouldn't try to do anything with her hair, or else, well.. she'd have her payback soon.
He put his hands in his trousers, and well, in a way they looked rather nice on him, okay, they didn't match, but he still looked nice in them. He would look even nicer without him, she thought with a small smile as a soft pink blush crawled upon her cheeks. She cleared her throat, hoping the thoughts would fade away soon, yet the mental image was slightly imprinted in her mind. Looking at the ground, hoping the blush would fade away, she bit her bottom lip, still grinning slightly at the thought.. Until his voice came through. It deepened? Her gaze cast up again, a lock of blond hair falling in front of her eyes, she looked at him, not understanding what he was saying, yet he elaborated it all quite rapidly.
Pondering, Narcissa brushed the strand of hair back. It was the first time that she was standing with her mouth full of teeth, not being able to utter the perfect reply, not being able to come up with something witty, or charismatic or sarcastic, she was dumbfounded, swallowing as she blinked on time before opening her mouth and closing it again. After a few seconds, though it seemed to be like ages for Narcissa, she found her voice again. "And what would you like me to do after I caught you." There were variable amount of answers Lucius Malfoy could use on her, yet she wasn't able to foresee which one it would be.
There were the naughty ones, the one that lingered in the air while they flirted, but then, there were the solemn replies, the ones she hoped for, but didn't want to lay her thoughts on too much, because if she did, and it wouldn't be them, she'd be disappointed to some degree. "I think..", she started "I wouldn't mind so much.", she said in her soft voice as she lost herself in his eyes for just a few seconds. "and that even if I was scheming this, I'd like you to be caught in the little trap.. Because... "
Her voice trailed of for the slightest moment as she found herself lost again. She breathed softly in, licking her bottom lip before catching it with her teeth while her hand reached up. The motion came slowly, yet totally oblivious to Narcissa until she touched his soft hair. Her hand brushed through it, slow and controlled, not messing it up, but just enjoying the touch before she dropped her hand against her side again. "there's no one I'd rather spend one boring night stroll with... than you."
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Post by lucius abraxas malfoy on Nov 25, 2008 6:23:37 GMT -5
] Move your hands in circles, keeping me hypnotized The power behind your eyes Move around your bedroom, cursing the naked sky You should be here tonight[/I] ((sorry for any potential errors, didn't get a chance to proof it before I retired to bed))
To her vehement warning against attempting to imperfect her loose, blonde curls, he could only reply with a snarky grin, it seems that he wasn’t the only one who had a gargantuan amount of vanity for their hair. It was vital and important after all. Would Lucius Malfoy hold the same airs he held now if he had the same sort of mundane locks as the rest of the school? - That would be a rather contemplative debate. Narcissa could contend, as well, the importance of her locks. Aside from prettily framing her face, her flaxen hair showed another reason why she was not a carbon copy of her sisters. The affection they felt for their hair, however, was not the most pressing issue of this evening (or really even pressing at all). What was truly intriguing was the seemingly quick shift things had taken in the blink of an eye. Lines were being crossed; physical barriers and the divide between honesty and jesting fables becoming that much more blurred. Lucius’s previously chief concern had now taken the forefront.
She had begun with a question, a question that Lucius did not feel competent to answer. The grandiose of honesty that could come from his answer was unbridling at least. Lucius was a firm believer of the phrase ‘show, not tell’. He rarely even digressed on what he did say, he was hardly the type to twitter on and on about a subject, no matter how pressing it was against his chest or assaulting to his mind. While restrained in word, he most certainly did most usually what he pleased. People could describe him best by his actions towards others and the mannerisms that tie in with it, but following that code of behavior now would be rather uncouth, out of the blue, and probably far from what Narcissa has come to expect from him when a banter like this had ensued. Then again, Lucius could not imagine any of their conversations quite taking a turn like this, she was playing rather hard this evening, and Lucius could not even fathom how much longer he could last in this entwining charade.
She was being rather unfair in his eyes. She must have been severely bored to cook up something this potent. Lucius remained thoughtfully silent for the moments between her statements and declarations, apparently taking his time before conceiving a worthy answer for his counterpart. But what proceeded after her bad question did not help his situation in the slightest. Usually at this point in their game there was some barrier in which the platonic couple could see the undertones of sarcasm and joking, worthy of a small laugh. Even when such a insinuating conversation ensued with others, Lucius found a way to tamper down the basically worthless clump of dialogue (seeing as it was stemmed merely on witty jokes) and actually talk about something that was real. But this was quickly running from his grasp, he really couldn’t even keep up at this point, as internal contemplation matched with her cryptic words left him thoroughly confused.
So … was she bluffing? He wouldn’t even chastise her if she was, he just really, really needed to know. She was taunting a quiet, sleeping dragon unknowingly, but all would be safe and calm again if only knew if she was playing on verbal irony. She did detest him, didn’t she? He wasn’t exactly forgiving of anyone to his ridicule or dark humor, this must be her manner of retaliation to all those years of smarmy comments said quietly in her ear or haughty expressions he flashed to her from over his shoulder as he sauntered on by. While they were on better terms now - they were no where near on the same page from what he knew. Being a person to never admit to anything, Lucius has only relied on how she behaved towards him to figure where they stood in their relationship - but that reader doesn’t apply now.
Perplexed and baffled, his expression read subtle concentration, the placid expression of calm and ease distorted with the faint wrinkle of tension between his brows. Any tighter and he’d actually look angry rather than pleased by her words. His primitave instict was starting to take over. Lucius Malfoy was refined and put-together - not a wanton thought in his body if one only accounted for how he appeared on the surface. The bad side in restraining and suppressing instinct and emotions for Lucius, however, was that they always surfaced and flourished at the first, faint sign of an opening. Malfoy was not a robot, after all; in fact he had far more passion and zealousness than how he first appeared. Seeing as he usually contained himself with a fair bit of demurity, what was always burning and sizzling beneath the surface never revealed itself to an unworthy public, but relinquished itself violently when Lucius hit his brink or was provoked. That little voice of logic and reason disappeared entirely for Lucius as he drove on the raw instinct in it‘s stead. Forgetting logic right now, however, was probably the worst thing he could do at this moment.
It was her last physical action that truly sealed the deal. His internal debate ensued because of it and the words that accompanied it. He was void on what he could say - that much was clear - and only had an idea of what he could do, neglecting any thoughts of what he shouldn’t do. The painful itchiness of unresponsiveness was bugging him to no end - and probably did not sit too well with Narcissa either. To her comments he could say nothing, nor wanted to say anything about them. It was only so long he could play along coyly, after all. Even as the night breeze rustled the oxford lain over his torso, he seemed quite still as if time was suspended, as the milliseconds seemed drawn out into lightyears. While Lucius was no stranger to doing things brash and unexpected (as if in clear contradiction to his stoic airs), things always seemed to be taken too far whenever motivated by his core fervor and feverish ardor. ‘Regret’ was not a word in his dictionary - though ‘consequences’ was a frequently used one.
But his inner voice of logic didn’t exist anymore. He was senseless now, drunk on fever - just as he wanted. Just like people consumed alcohol for that sense of losing grip with the sober, death grip of reality, he fed on this brink of emotion in much the same way, his blood absorbing the new bouts of adrenaline and testosterone hotly as he acted whimsically and carelessly. For the surprising amount of seconds he stood peering down to Narcissa’s visage, he only took half an instant to assertively breach the space she had just receded from, bringing forth a hand from his own pocket to make a snatch for her recently fallen hand. Seeing as the space between them was now noticeably shortened to near-non-existant, Lucius continued to neglect good judgment, his other hand coming up to clamp lightly to the junction of her jaw line and feminine neck as he conclusively met his lips to hers as if attempting to meld them together merely with the temperature of his own body heat. So much for voicing anything; he apparently found a more pleasing alternative.
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Post by narcissa acardia black|| on Nov 25, 2008 14:53:34 GMT -5
[x] Paralyzed. Adjective. Unable to move or act. That one single world would probably describe Narcissa Black best as she saw Lucius hand reach out towards hers, moments before she could drop it next to her side. Her eyes grew wider, afraid that her heart might stop pounding but this small gesture. She swallowed, one million things ranting through her mind as she got lost in his eyes. That was the one moment she seemed to break down. Well, it wasn't visible to the world outside her. But inside, she was having a nervous breakdown. Her heart was pounding so fast, she was afraid it would jump out of her throat within seconds, not to mention her mind was in such a wiz that she couldn't make out any straight ideas she was having. Just bits of non-logical wonderings rushing through, no direct connotation in one of them.
How could it be that a gesture so simple could knock her off her feet? Her voice dried up, unable to speak, yet finding no need for it as she pressed her lips together. There was something in his eyes that was telling her what would be coming, something she had longed for for quite a while now, yet had only seen happening in her dreams, suppressing it when the thought came in when she was wide awake. Perhaps this was just like those other occasions, when she had been dreaming of this moment, perhaps it was all just a dream, and she would wake up in a few minutes, just before his lips were pressed upon hers. But then, she felt his other hand, cupping her jaw. The feeling of his hand, coming out of his trousers and so softly being pressed against her cheek was real. This was no dream, but perhaps she was reading all the signs wrong? Or perhaps, this was just one other trick he was playing on her.
Yes, that would be it. Lucius Malfoy was just teasing her, coming this close, pulling her so close to his body so that they were almost touching, in fact, the space between them seemed neglectable. In a few seconds time he would drop her hand easily, his hand upon her jaw would turn away to his own side and he would smirk at her, the usual Malfoy trademark that looked so good upon his face. She was sure of it, what other reason could there be for him to be so close but to...?
Entirely flabbergasted, Narcissa's eyes widened even harder as she felt his lips upon hers. It took a few moments for her to realize what exactly was happening her. The fact that Lucius Malfoy was kissing her, came as a total shock, and well, it took her a few seconds before she gathered up all her senses and was able to respond, finally. Her arms flew around his neck, her eyes closed, but her breathing became slightly faster, on the same rhythm her heart was beating. Standing on tiptoes, she leaned into his kiss, her soft lips touching his while she could think of nothing else but that she was lucky that he was here, whether or not it had been intentionally.
It was known that Narcissa Black was not new to Kissing. Hell she wasn't one of the most loyal people around the castle, though she wasn't an exact slut either, she still kept her social standards high, but even though... between all the kisses and the touches, she could honestly say that she had never experiences a kiss like this. Most boys, yes that's what they were, most guys in the castle were still too young to be really called " a man", were rough, crashing their mouth into hers, pushing their tongue through without hesitation. She loathed it when that happened. Okay, there was nothing wrong with a French Kiss, but it had to be done with the utmost care, depending on the situation at hand if you wanted it rough, or passionately or lovingly.. Not like a bloody moron who thought he could kiss well.
Altogether, with Lucius Malfoy this was not the case. The pressure upon her lips was sending shivers upon her spine. Softly and slowly, she pulled back, reluctantly opening her eyes after a few long seconds. She swallowed again, finally releasing a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding. Her hands were still wrapped together behind his neck, and it felt as if she couldn't let go, well, rather like she didn't want to let go.
Her mouth opened again to speak, but once again, the second time this evening she felt herself lost for words. Closing her mouth, she pulled one hand away from behind his neck, softly brushing it through his blond hair as her eyes gazed away from him for just a few seconds, following the movement of her pale slender fingers. This night had already turned out more than she had expected it to be, and it had only just begun. How foolish had she been to believe a night on her own had been all she needed, away from her dorm mates, away from the bustling crowds of Hogwarts, on her own, completely. Yet, being here with Lucius Malfoy, standing so close to him, had made all those thoughts of a lonesome night fade away like snow for the sun.
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Post by lucius abraxas malfoy on Dec 9, 2008 18:48:57 GMT -5
Move your hands in circles, keeping me hypnotized The power behind your eyes Move around your bedroom, cursing the naked sky You should be here tonight[/I] Simultaneously while dodging her questions, he could quite possibly stir new conflict between he and Narcissa Black. His physical approach and adminstrations were a very primal way to explain the simple concept of attraction, rather than having him verbally utter what exactly he’d want her to do in a situation like this (and henceforth challenging any possible prudeness her ears had left). To avoid all the straight-forward, vocal hubbub that usually ended up cheesy and cliché from what he’s seen, he followed his inward assertion to show, not tell. But what would come from this whimsical, daring act driven merely from impulse and self-indulgence? Would he be chastised like a naughty dog after trying to jump on the furniture? Would he receive a stinging slap to his cheek and be told to never try that again from over her shoulder as she stormed away? Or could this even turn into another piece of her ploy, giving him minimal statisfaction and maximum desire for more by halting his impending actions?
Whatever the outcome seemed rather inconsequential at the moment. He had dwelled too many seconds into this uncharted expenditure, never thinking a moment past what he had at this instant. Besides, too much of his attention went directly to his counterpart. Just as a surveyor carefully examined and calculated the terrain before him, Lucius was roaming over the foreign territory that was Narcissa’s lips with meticulous care, making sure that no dip, plateau, or silky surface was left unchecked or under-praised. If the next millisecond would be his last one, he’d make sure that the small opening his had would be a fulfilling one for his own personal vindication. Though apparently she wasn’t stopping him or restricting him at all, much to his pleasure.
Lucius Malfoy always thirsted for control. Their previous conversation was banter in which the dominant role was passed between them like a volleyball, the both of them quipping their way to the top. The only moment of vulnerability occurred when he had approached her, as unknowing to her, he had succumbed to weakness and uninhibited desperation never revealed or even hinted at before. Perhaps he was in the wrong; the difference between Narcissa and the other lot of his past lovers and flirtations is that he had no notion whether or not it was mutual. He could not succomb further to personal, vindicative want; otherwise he’d loose his control - his grip on the situation and on himself. What he wanted to do and what he should do were severely separate, there were ways about courting and flirting mostly revolving around restraint and subtlety. It was unlike him in the first place to react according solely to his own gut instinct, but this - one short-lived kiss and tingling embrace - he was causing trouble, complications, and instigating unproprietess romp.
The spike of overwhelming heat and uncertainty had plateaued finally. His emotional grip on the situation may have been gravely dismal, but physically he was growing more and more firm with where his fingers, lips, and body wanted to go. Past the envelopments of her dark cloak his hands drifted to the frame underneath, the very tips of his digits just gliding over the fabric that lied underneath that were a pleasant mystery due to the nightlight and Narcissa’s adamancy to getting away in secret. But seeing as he did indeed plateau rather than run fully on the rapid energy that could only be described breathlessly as ‘hot’ when asked to explain the emotion.
Logic, frigidity, and sense - concepts that had scratched at the back of his mind - reemerged. His reasoning? He wanted it too much. And so Lucius reproached, just before he could fully guess what sort of textile laid against the curves of her frame or wonder what her neck would smell like. He had taken advantage of the moment of transition by Narcissa. “I apologize -“ Lucius said lowly, with far less conviction than he had hoped for. While his hands were resting strangely at his sides, inwardly tingling as if suffering from frost bite, he didn’t have the audacity to wrench her hands from him as he added, “I had forgotten myself.” [/size][/color]
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Post by narcissa acardia black|| on Dec 10, 2008 12:07:57 GMT -5
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Narcissa Black was above cloud nr° 7. Lucius Malfoy, guy she had always loathed with much disdain, one whom she had started to like only shortly ago, because well, she saw something more to him that was hidden under thick layers of arrogance and stubbornness was exploring every tiny bit of her lips. A newer sensation rushed in on her as she responded, a thrilling feeling of excitement and that was still controlled. Her breathing started to get caught in her throat as she slowly opened her mouth, feeling his hands softly upon her hips as she was about to let her tongue beg for entrance to his mouth. It was then, that he slowly pulled away. She swallowed, looking up at him with large questioning eyes as she awaited the next movement.
Her lips tutted together, her breathing slowly relaxing as she wondered why he had stopped. Her head inclined itself slightly towards the ground, pondering over his motives, finding it altogether more than strange that he had stopped kissing her just at the moment she wanted to deepen their kiss. Now in reality, Narcissa had had multiple dreams, only weeks an days ago about a particular blond guy, a nightmare that had chased her, a madman with an axe - really, Narcissa had horrible nightmares -. She'd been running through the woods, somewhere around the late midday, until she had heard the crack of a twig behind her. She had looked back, staring into red fiery eyes that haunted her till today. She had taken a run for it, cutting the fine material of her clothing in the way of escape. And then, all of a sudden, she had tripped, looking up she had stared into icy grey of a blond Adonis, who had reached his hand out to her, helping her up and pulling her closer as he pressed her waist against him, his lips lowering until... the dream had been interrupted by an alarm clock. Nights and nights in a row, Narcissa had dreamed that dream, always the same, yet with a slightly different ending, or different beginning. And now, she was here, so close to him, his hands on her hips and they had just shared one of the most soft kisses. Yet, in those dreams, he had never said the words he was about to utter now.
He was apologizing. Out of all things that could come out of his mouth, an apology was his final word. Narcissa Black looked at the guy, frowning as she opened her mouth to speak, yet no word came out. It was one for Lucius Malfoy to be giving his excuses to somebody, to her to be precise, but it being about a kiss was a total surprise for Narcissa. She still looked at him, slightly in awe as the words sank in slowly - not that she was thickheaded, she was quite a smart girl to be honest - yet, the meaning was something she had not foreseen ever coming out of him.
When she finally got her voice back, it was hoarse, slightly from the cold air around her and partially because of the small shock that was still upon her . "Why should you be apologizing?", she asked him while her nose curled up slightly, a nasty quirk that happened when she was angry or upset or nervous or taken aback. Obviously at this very instant it was the latter.
Her hands were still in his, her head turned completely towards the ground now, avoiding his eyes as much as possible while she tried to think of a reason why he might be sorry that he kissed her? Or wasn't that it? Was it just that he shouldn't have done it, but he did and that he was excusing himself for his lack of control? Or was it something else?
She swallowed, finally believing herself to be capable of looking him straight in the eyes again. What had been only a few seconds, seemed to have lasted for an eternity to Narcissa as she caught those entrancing eyes of him yet again. She opened her mouth, waiting for a few brief moments before she spoke. "If you're sorry, it won't happen again." she said in a soft voice that was steady, yet veiled with a thin line of her nervous manners. "We can just forget it ever happened...", she added in that same soft voice while she retracted her hands, yet her fingertips seemed to linger upon his for a while, awaiting his answer, dreading that he really was sorry, - that would be a total slap in her face because nobody had ever turned her down - or hoping that he might just change his mind about that kiss.
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Post by lucius abraxas malfoy on Dec 11, 2008 18:30:49 GMT -5
] Move your hands in circles, keeping me hypnotized The power behind your eyes Move around your bedroom, cursing the naked sky You should be here tonight[/I] Dear Merlin what has he done? And more importantly, what was he going to do? Such reluctance and small petulance for the present situation was not going to make things turn out well. Would she notice the dimness and fogginess that clouded his eyes’s true intentions? Would she notice the first indications of a frown deflating and pulling at his lips? Was he even truly frowning? - Or was this the consequence of tasting forbidding assets and liking it too much? Whatever the case, he felt weighted; not only his lips, but his own frame seemed heavier. His breaths sank low into his belly to tamper down the butterflies he had felt moments before. His feet were glued to their spot even though some small instinct in his brain told him to just run away. Everything was so wrong and so against him, which in itself was a rarity. At this point there was no way to truly win, but the amount of losses piling up were exponentially staggering.
He was rather disappointed, in fact. He should of stayed the course - there was a way to this, after all, and it most certainly didn’t start with jumping his counterpart. It wasn’t a flippant, fleeting fancy that could be tided over with a couple sack sessions and canoodling. In fact, he was almost certain that he has never been close to having such a serious disposition about a girl before. Usually he kept all his ‘relationships’ (that usually being short lived flings or ongoing flirtation) in the closet (literally and metaphorically) for the sake of keeping his reputation pristine to all save those involved. The reason he did this was to keep the prying opinions of his father at bay - seeing as it was almost obvious that there were only a certain calibre of women Lucius was even allowed to associate with, let alone consider ‘dating’. Not that Lucius has ever had anything close to a real girlfriend before - commitment wasn’t really his thing. Things were different now - though Lucius could not pinpoint what. What would be most embarrassing is if this ended up being nothing more than aching infatuation or just lust that has been harbored in secret for too long.
His mouth twitched slightly as a gross overdose of words beckoned to ensue yet couldn’t break the restraint of his lips. Excuses, smarmy quips to downplay the whole thing, something to break the air that was once so warm and now was hardening into a barricade of ice. Apologies were so below him and yet what else could he have said? ”Whoops, my lips slipped there”? That would be a serious understatement of what he just did. It was something far more than a ‘slip’ and yet it was an action partially out of his control. Not like he didn’t want it to happen, yet he didn't - way too confusing for an innocent night in the Forbidden Forest. “I had misinterpreted-” Lucius then claimed, though some honesty may actually be laced in his words. The only thing that he interpreted wrongly was Narcissa’s motives, but at this point the could be wrong about everything. And then suddenly an excuse arose - sure it was a pretty lousy excuse, but nevertheless, it allotted him to dodge yet another bullet this evening. “Misunderstood your quip, Narcissa- you should be an actress.”
And it was done. He officially downplayed it to be nothing more than some sort of heat of the moment stage kiss for entertainment value. With this skill he should become an actor himself. The line between what was real and what was fake was blurred even more, his true emotions hanging foggily in the imbalance to avoid exposure. He had already been sugary and fake thus far, why stop the charade now? Putting his palms up before him like a convict readying to surrender, he conjured his most careless and devil-may-care tenor. “No worries, I’ll do my best to keep my lips to myself from now on, no matter how tempting,” he said confidently to his counterpart, his jokey tone masking his otherwise very honest words. Hopefully he wouldn’t be screwing up like that again anytime soon. [/size][/color]
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Post by narcissa acardia black|| on Dec 12, 2008 18:45:19 GMT -5
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Narcissa Black stayed remotely calm under Lucius eyes. She looked at him, her blue orbs not reflecting the way she was really feeling. To be frank, she was more than slightly pissed at his reaction to the kiss. He had pulled away, made a freaking excuse that wasn't even a sincere one and now he was telling her what a great actress she was, how she had made him believe that she really wanted his lips to wander off to hers. Yes, of course it was that, it was all part of her marvelous plan to get him out of his ordinary existence, to trick him into doing something that was out of character. Oh, please. Her hands now entirely dropped to her sides, the fingertips that were still holding on to him felt cold against her hips.
"Yes, I am sorry too." Another lie swirled around in her mouth as her gaze in her eyes, the dreamy stare that had been there before was now veiled with little emotion. It was not an entire lie though, she was sorry, truly sorry of a few things, one being that he stopped kissing her, two being that he seemed not to like to kiss her, three being that he never intended to let his lips slip onto hers again. "I'm sorry if I made you believe that.", she continued quite coldly while letting her eyes glance over the packed trees of the forest. "I didn't mean to tempt you into something you obviously don't want.", she added smoothly while turning her gaze back to him.
The hostility seemed to grow again, and she hated it. It had been so long ago since they had really argued like before, where they had hated each other's guts. And now, when she had finally thought that something more could develop out of this late night wandering, it had all crashed down in front of her feet. Nobody had ever denied her anything she wanted, and to be frank, she didn't like it one single bit that Lucius wasn't feeling the same as she was now, hopefully wishing of feeling his lips against her for one more time. Her jaws clenched tightly together, trying to figure out what the hell she was going to do. Wait and do nothing, or step into action of some kind?
The air around here was slightly more tense than she wanted to acknowledged. All of a sudden the warm night breeze became chillier and she pulled her cloak tightly against her body. Was it really the wind that was causing this sudden chill, or was it being away from his body that made her feel more than slightly uncomfortable.
"The only question is, Mr Malfoy.", she said after a few moments of silence, while it came to her that if he was going to resist the temptation she had given him before - if that could be called temptation at all - she could just altogether hit it up a knot or two, if he claimed he'd be immune to her. "Let's say that this is just a game I'm playing. " Merlin know there were to sides of this. Yes, she was playing a game, almost daring him to fulfill his promise or give into temptation, while on the other side her game was nothing more than a hope that he would turn his mind away from his first intention.. and soon.
"That means that I - as the wonderful actress you call me - can make up my own rules.", she said smoothly while she enclosed the space between them again, her long finger heaving his chin up, even though he was already towering above her. Her mouth came closer to him, an inch away from his lips before she took another direction. Her lips marveled soft words into his ear, her cheek almost touching his: "If you think you can resist temptation, Lucius Malfoy. You'll be proven wrong.", she smirked before her cheek really brushed against his, her teeth softly biting his bottom lip before she pulled back to get a clearer view of his reaction.
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