A/N: This collection contains uncorrelated drabbles (no poetry) part of several different challenges (and possibly competitions too).
Droplets that Disappear into the Rain
a collection of drabbles
Pairing: Bellatrix/Narcissa.
Challenge(s): Slash/Femslash Boot Camp (prompt #006 – sarcastic), February Femslash Competition
She lacked passion; her responses were always sharp and clipped, but somehow that was what drew her to play with her little sister, to watch her crack. She enjoyed that; enjoyed the way she could feel things the rest of the world would frown at, and be happy with it. Because their house was protected from such narrow-minded foolishness: there were no frowns against thoughts of love or perfection or blood.
It was just a shame that Narcissa was such a prissy little thing, who liked her order. Oh, she could be so cold and callous and the perfect juxtaposition to her wild sister, but Bellatrix would often wish she could make her dolly little sister shatter.
But Narcissa played with Bellatrix too, and it was in her best interests to not lose the game – except when she was out of Bellatrix's sight, where she laughed with giddiness and let cold water wash away her euphoria. Because they were always playing war, and Narcissa's cold front and even more controlled tongue were the ultimate defence against the hurricane that was Bellatrix.