A/N: Short? Yes. But it was a plot bunny, and I had to get it out. After this, however, I think I'll have to write a fic where Narcissa isn't so abused…poor girl. I'm always so mean to her : ) Don't forget to R&R.
.x. Elusienne .x.
Complete opposites never were so alike. Ebony and mother of pearl mix in their passions to create a muddled gray – a world that no one understands or questions. During these nights they recede into their own private realm, full of their own secret hymns and odes to their own Lord, while the rain that falls from daunting clouds pounds on the windows, trying to comprehend them. They don't need the world's approval, however, just their own twisted illusion of reality. They ignore the ravages of Azkaban and service, pretending that they are still the cynical and hopeful youth of years past as they lay intertwined and beaded with sweat.
It is never easy. How can it be, when they slink around the very woman who extended her frail hand to save them from certain capture and conviction? How can anything ever be simple for the husband and the sister, the paramours, those devious beings who would not likely be alive except for her kindness? The kindness of the sister and the wife, the albacore beauty, the Slytherin saint? There are days he wishes that he never vowed to love her forever; there are times she so desperately wants them not to be related. But they need her, that Queen of Frost. They wouldn't still be there without her.
They hear the rain tap on the glass as they lay there spent, curled together in a mess of blankets. Most days, they don't like to think about the fact that they will open that door and he will be the Queen's King again and she a lowly Lady. They try to comfort each other, whispering nothings that are neither sweet nor sinister, as their limbs remain intertwined. He doesn't tell her that he loves her – such frivolous words are taboo in their world of blurred lines and loyalties. Instead, he simply wraps his arm around her milky white body and she lays her head so full of hair the color of the night sky across his colorless chest and they listen to each other's heart beats and the sound of the rain tapping on the window, bundled up safely in their own precious illusion…