{A.N.}Amazingly, I can write angst. Tell me what you feel about this?
Main Characters: Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy, Bellatrix Lestrange.
Dark Sunshine
He sighed loudly and not for the first time wondered what they were doing was wrong. It was wrong on multiple levels. But here they were not for the first time wrapped around each other.
It was not just an extra-marital affair with some random woman. She was his sister-in-law, his best friend's wife... But she understood him the way Narcissa never did. Narcissa had always been prim and proud and a believer of blood supremacy but never the one to understand the intention and stimulus behind their fight. She never understood why he was ready to die for a person who would not give him a sideways glance if he failed. But Bellatrix did. She understood his priorities and compulsions, his boundaries and freedom; she understood what he did and why he did it. She did not have a look of disgust on her face whenever he returned from a tiring raid; instead she comforted him with words or her lips. Her being seemed similar to sunshine in hard times, even though she would hardly be described as one. She was cruel, sadistic, ruthless, unforgiving and to the borderline of crazy for her cause, for their cause. But she was his sunshine. His dark sunshine.