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Maybe there was something to be said for less sleep in a twenty-four hour day. Rabastan hadn't done much to the rest of the house, but his studio was, for the most part, much cleaner than it had been previously. He had even purchased a new chaise, shoving the other in the far corner as a new storage place for scrap canvases and boards. The lighting had been rearranged, and he had even managed to paint the walls in solid colours, relieving it of the splattered paint swatches, cracks, and tears that had developed over the last few months of his restless nights. His room, of course, was still an absolute disaster area, but Narcissa hadn't mentioned needing to occupy that space.
Currently, Rabastan was sitting in the hall that led to his bedroom, staring at the wall before him. Several times, he had imagined Narcissa returning, to the point where he had almost convinced himself she had, only to realise it hadn't happened, after all. His eyelids closed and opened in near slow-motion. Everything felt delayed, and he wasn't really sure how long he had been sitting there. There was a mutter, and he responded, but so quietly he could hardly make it out himself.
Currently, Rabastan was sitting in the hall that led to his bedroom, staring at the wall before him. Several times, he had imagined Narcissa returning, to the point where he had almost convinced himself she had, only to realise it hadn't happened, after all. His eyelids closed and opened in near slow-motion. Everything felt delayed, and he wasn't really sure how long he had been sitting there. There was a mutter, and he responded, but so quietly he could hardly make it out himself.
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Date: 2013-10-26 12:12 pm (UTC)She does like to touch. But Narcissa is normally very choosy with whom she allows within her personal space to be touched, and given what had happened last time he'd drawn her, things had gotten a little too close for comfort. She'd never been so open in front of anyone, and because he'd respected her boundaries, Narcissa's subconscious mind has decided he's relatively safe - for a Slytherin and a Lestrange - so now that she's in a state of relaxation, she's trusting him.
And then he starts to play with her hair, which is just heavenly. Her eyes close and a pleasurable shudder rolls through her as the strands move under his fingers, making tiny little movements on her scalp. She adores having someone play with her hair, and given the influence of alcohol and that potion, she's completely unaware of the happy little sigh she gives. It has just a hint of vocalisation, not quite a moan.
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Date: 2013-10-27 04:43 pm (UTC)It was confusing, at first. It was mildly upsetting. Now, though, it was just something that happened. Something relatively normal. The lines between reality and fantasy were blurred, and he couldn't be arsed to find the difference.
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Date: 2013-10-28 01:42 am (UTC)"It might be nice," she sighs. "Lying here. Just... Feeling."
Her hand falls from her stomach with a quiet thud to lie palm-up on the floor by his chest, fingers curled up a little. She'll have bruised the bone in her wrist from that, though it won't show for another day or two.
"Not thinking about anything I have to do or people I have to please..."
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Date: 2013-10-30 03:15 am (UTC)That was the point of fantasy, though, wasn't it? He could keep himself from extreme depression if he just faked it all.
Rabastan let his tongue wet his lips as he thought about his situation here, and stared up at the ceiling.
"You can stay here and forget everything as long as you feel like it. Anytime you want to just...come and forget. I'll be here. I'm always here."
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Date: 2013-10-30 06:05 am (UTC)"You'd do that for me?"
Breathy, grateful. Not how she normally sounds at all. But this isn't how she'd normally behave, either, and right in the present moment, it seems right.
waaaah sorry, halloween craziness
Date: 2013-11-04 12:16 am (UTC)"Absolutely! I mean that, any time!" he said, maybe a bit dramatically. He wasn't the best at wooing a woman, and he hadn't quite figured out that complete and utter--to the point of obsessive--devotion wasn't really what most girls were seeking in a long-term mate. So it was his default plan, most of the time.
I hope you dressed up awesome!
Date: 2013-11-05 12:31 pm (UTC)"...p'rhaps you two aren't so bad," she sighs. "Rodolphus taught me where to hurt a man who wanted more from me than I'm willing to give, you're full of compliments and delicious potions and... and escape."
It's not as though her life is terrible, but there's only so long that Narcissa can be what she's expected to be without cracking, and even her mother recognises when the music room fills with melancholy. This, while not sensible in the least, is at least something different. And he treats her with such reverence... it's a heady thing.
Vanellope Von Schweetz from Wreck-It Ralph!
Date: 2013-11-07 01:22 am (UTC)Luckily for Narcissa, he was deathly afraid of the Black sisters. He'd follow her lead, automatically.
"That's right. I'll be your escape, then. That's what I'll be."
Aaaahhhh cool!
Date: 2013-11-08 01:52 pm (UTC)"I..." She pauses there, momentarily lost in her train of thought, then reaches out to press a fingertip to his inner elbow. "Shall. Hold you to that."
Her smile is hazy and perhaps a touch vacant, the potion having more than done its job.
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Date: 2013-11-11 10:46 pm (UTC)"I feel...like I'm being a bad host..."
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Date: 2013-11-12 02:26 pm (UTC)"Only if you say no to the rain."
She waves her hand absently at the ceiling, where wisps of cloud begin to form, then dissipate, only to attempt to reform. She'll need her actual wand (or his, if he'll let her) to make it rain inside, but wanting to play in the downpour still lingers in her mind.
augh sorry! distractions, distractions
Date: 2013-11-18 04:19 am (UTC)"Would this help? Are you going to drench us, then?"
<3 RL always, don't worry about it
Date: 2013-11-19 12:00 pm (UTC)If she were in anything approaching her right mind, the fact that he just handed her his wand would tell Narcissa a million and one things. As it is, all she does is favour him with a brilliant smile as she takes it and uses it to make it rain in his studio. Despite their intoxication, the magically-induced shower doesn't touch anything but them, and the floor. Perhaps it takes pity on them... but none of his supplies will be wet, later, and there will be no flooding.
Just rain, and she laughs in delight as cool water soaks her in moments.
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Date: 2013-11-21 04:28 am (UTC)"Just don't drown me. Don't drown me..."
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Date: 2013-11-23 03:08 am (UTC)"You're always in the rain," she points out, water clinging to her lashes only to be dashed away by more water again. "I helped you then, too. No drowning."
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Date: 2013-12-01 08:00 pm (UTC)"That's good... Maybe I wouldn't mind it...right now."
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Date: 2013-12-02 02:55 pm (UTC)"Too much explaining, if you drown," she murmurs. "No drowning."
She's completely forgotten that she'd come here to be an artist's model again.