Narcissa is the moon, magnificent and luminescent, parts of her always hidden away. As a fire burns inside her, the smoke pools underneath her skin. Soot is trapped underneath her fingernails. She is wild, earthy magic. Dreamy and inexact. Passionate and fierce. She breathes in spells and energy and breathes out life, flickers of her dreams floating invisible to the eye. They call her a monster. Her wings yearn for freedom, they sprout beneath the curtain of silken white-blonde hair. Her love and her dream and everything she holds in her heart hurts her. At first, she plucks a feather from her back. As the days go on, bones sprout painfully from her back. In secret, she cries in agony. No one must know. They unfurl, reaching out behind her. Wild and unruly, they are made from soft white feathers.
She guards her heart. Until, one day. It happens. She is hollow, wishing to be filled. She devours his kisses, he forgives her sins and she forgives his. He fills her with hunger, a desperate yearning for his love. She felt red when they embraced, a bright encompassing passion that held her so tight she couldn't breathe. And as the days went on, it dulled into a tenderness where she felt his every wavelength, the atoms of his skin, his every wish. "Smile with your teeth, darling" he whispers, his hands tight around her waist. "Never be afraid to show the whole world you would devour it whole."
And as he enters their lives she feels the life leave her. She struggles to control the wings, they beat in his presence, a strange rebellion. Narcissa begs Lucius to let them leave. All she wants is to run. To run far, far away. Away from wars and pain, blood and curses. Her soul becomes bruised, colors changing like the seasons. From blue to red to brown to black, and just as she thinks she can't take anymore, to faded yellow. Her dimpled smile fades more and more. The hands she once captured light in, the hands which once trembled with magic fall to her sides in defeat.
She sees a ghost. She sees a way out. In a rush of adrenalin, in a fit of rebellion she claws her way out. She digs her way to freedom with a tight smile and sweet, curt words. She lies. And then she runs.