together (we're everything)
a/n: for shipping week on caesar's palace
As far as Bellatrix is concerned, her master has left his mark both on her forearm and on her soul.
She yearns for only a simple touch, just one loving word, any small hint at all that he reciprocates just a droplet of the love she carries for him.
After all, if he is her soulmate, as she so clearly believes he is, surely she must be his.
The sweet but snaring madness that washes over her when they are apart for a while - doesn't he feel it too?
The way she only feels whole, truly complete, when she stands by his side - it seems so improbable that these feelings exist only in Bellatrix's mind.
His soul is fractured beyond repair, she knows, as all the lives he has extinguished have torn it to shreds.
But so is her own.
Through despicable acts they are joined.
Bellatrix will wait for a sign that her lord, her master, her everything is aware of the invisible threads connecting them. Though even if this day never comes (she has considered this, but always just pushed any inkling of that idea away) it does not matter. She cares little as long as she remains in his favor.
It just might kill her to be cast aside.