❛——𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧’𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬.❜ ✧ young narcissa. marauder’s era ✧ ships with lucius or depends on chem ✧ descriptive. nsfw. era flexible ↻ / ♥︎

⠀⠀ serving for a certain blonde idiot. but he is currently pre-occupied, so i might need to find a company.

>> weight of his failed oath. "you swore we would never follow our families down this path. i cannot live this way, lucius." a single, scalding tear fell, marring her otherwise stone facade.

>> heavy in the silence, leaving only husband and wife in the hollow quiet. "you promised," narcissa whispered, her oceanic eyes filling with a bitter blend of betrayal and fury. she trembled, her composure fracturing under the >>

>> surging through her. "very well, we should adjourn. i shall summon you when your tasks are complete." in a violent rush of suffocating black smoke, the hall was suddenly void of the others. the sulfurous aftertaste of magic hung >>

>> with a false pride that made her stomach churn. he bowed with perfect, cold etiquette, never once looking her way. her fingers ached as she tightened her white-knuckled grip on her wand, a silent instinct for protection >>

>> stood. she recoiled mentally as his terrible, unblinking focus slid toward her; she felt exposed, vulnerable, and utterly resentful. "i shall ensure the success of this mission, my lord," lucius replied, his voice ringing >>

>> "lucius, i have the confidence that you will see through this plan of ours, without any nuisance on the side?" the voltage in the dark lord’s voice was sub-zero, a frigid pronouncement that seemed to pierce narcissa where she >>

>> sister wore a smug, poisonous expression—a silent 'i told you so'—before she venomously fixated back on lucius, her eyes burning with the envy of one who believed herself far more deserving of such high favor. >>

>> she felt the weight of the room's malignant atmosphere as she observed lucius navigating the volatile egos of the inner circle. when his gaze fleetingly met hers, she revolted inside, turning her head only to encounter bellatrix. her >>

>> darkness he had vowed to keep beyond their threshold. the dark lord, an entity of unfathomable and cruel power, had claimed lucius as his second-in-command, forging a chain that narcissa knew would only ever pull them down. >>

the pristine manor halls, once filled with whispered dreams of a quiet legacy and the soft promise of a future family, now felt like a suffocating gilded cage. narcissa stood motionless, watching @SLYTHERINSLIGHT be ensnared by the very >>

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❛——𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩.❜ ✧ young andromeda. marauder’s era ✧ ships with ted or depends on chem ✧ descriptive. nsfw. era flexible ↻ / ♥︎

⠀⠀ unproblematic. 🖤🖤🖤 ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ / this dior event with anya hyped up my muse for my narcissa. 🖤🖤🖤 ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ london and fashion. 🖤 ⠀⠀

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