Love is Weak
-once upon a time, she had loved him-
Whenever she looked up at him, she didn't see anything. His eyes were blank, and revealed nothing, so unlike the other boys she was used to. His eyes, however, his almost-black, blinking eyes, were perfect, and they drew her in. She adored them.
Even through the entire course of their relationship, his eyes still remained as blank as the skin on her arm.
(She hoped that both of those would change soon)
He was Rodolphus, Rod to his mates, and "sweetheart" to her. She was Bellatrix, Bella to her family, and "darling" to him. They were together, joined at the hip, and head over heels in love with each other. They were one, and she loved him.
(Did he?)
(She really couldn't say)
But then, when she looked up at him, her hands trembling in anticipation, and their eyes met, she saw something other than the blank slate that had been staring back down at her for all those months.
(She saw him)
The ring was slipped onto her finger, and their lips met as the crowd clapped, her mother beaming in the front row.
That day she became a wife, and an obedient servant.
(Diamond ring on her finger, tattoo on her arm)
Young men's love lies, not in their weak hearts, but in their eyes. Brown eyes that were filled with love, love that was only for her.
(That would change soon)
She soon forgot about her husband.
(Love? What was love? Love was weak; love was something she needed to rid herself of. Her master despised love, and she would do anything, anything, anything, to please her master)
Love could die, for all she cared.
(The mark on her arm had brought her more pleasure than the ring on her finger)
(Love was weak)
Bellatrix Lestrange wasn't weak.
For the Romeo and Juliet Challenge over at HPFFC. Reviews are love, and I'd like to hear your comments about this! :D