Love boasts.
Narcissa rolled her ice blue eyes as her sister flounced around the room, adjusting her perfume bottles and various hip flasks filled with alcohol. She tried to follow her sister's movements with her sharp orbs, but just couldn't keep up with Bellatrix's gestures; they were almost frantic, her limbs moving in excitement.
"And did you see the way he gazed at me? Oh, he loves me, I know he does." Bellatrix casually flipped the picture of Rodolphus onto its back, hidden and deaf to her confessions.
Narcissa tipped her head back, swigging down mead from one of her sister's flasks. "Uhuh," Narcissa replied sarcastically. She gazed lovingly and almost condescendingly at her younger sister. "Sure. Why don't you explain that to Rodolphus? Or to anyone, for that matter." She smiled triumphantly as her sister hesitated a little while as she digested this piece of information. Then she started straightening her room again.
"No. True love doesn't need to be boasted. He loves me." Bellatrix replied stubbornly.
Narcissa furrowed her eyebrows in frustration. Boy, did she hate the confident ways of her sister. "The Dark Lord does not love. Well, he's dedicated to his cause, as we all are, I'm sure. But the Dark Lord doesn't love any living thing." Narcissa lamented. "He's cruel, but efficient." Narcissa concluded, having made an impression argument.
She watched Bellatrix's curly hair fan out over her shoulders as she shook her head once again.
"No. I am sure of it."
N/A~ They're meant to be short, so don't complain. This relationship was especially interesting to me, for it's clear that the Dark Lord doesn't have any feelings whatsoever to Bellatrix. And someone so shrewd and cunning like Bella should know, but, well, she died for him. Some unrequited love, right?
