#snakereign.

[stovmborn-arc]

                                  a  surprise  starter  for  @snakereign​​   !!!   ♡ ♡

             khaleesi, mhysa, breaker of chains  –––  she had been all of those things. they were names, titles that she had acquired throughout her liberation. but here in vaes dothrak, she was known as a the silver haired bitch and widow to khal drogo. they did not see her for the queen that she was, nor the vision that lived within that fragile but strong mind of hers. condemned to live her remaining days with the other widows who were slaves to the temple of dosh khaleen, daenerys had not only taken back her freedom, but those of the other widows too. 

once more, she had stepped out from the flames  ;  unchained, unscathed and unburnt. she was the last dragon after all and the fire that burned inside of her was more powerful than any caches that might have been hidden underneath the grounds of kings landing. nobody had seen dragons in thousands of years and yet here she was, a mother to three. she would one day take the capital that had been STOLEN from her family but for now, meereen was under siege and daenerys would not allow all of her hard work to become undone  –––  the free people of those cities sliding back into their collars as the masters attained their grasps once again. 

still in dothraki rags, the blues of slavers bay and the gulf of grief came alight with dragon breath with no mercy  ...  deathly waves engulfed the seals, igniting the path to the summer sea with monstrous shades of orange and carmine, ships swallowed by the flames. tresses of platinum intertwined with one another, lacing atop of her crown and down her back in the fashion that her husband once war as though she had already predicted that this battle would be won by her. like their dragons, the targaryen’s answered to neither gods nor men and the stormborn simply knew that she could not allow the masters to go undefeated  ;  meereen now belonged to her. 

footfalls crunched over the decay and destruction that trebuchet’s had left behind, amethyst hues searching for those that belonged to her advisers as she gazed upon missandei and greyworm for the first time. drogon lingered in the background, scales settling against the dust of the cliffside in which he had landed to allow her down whilst both viserion and rhaegal soared above  ;  their cries and songs echoing through the skies. beside tyrion lannister was two men whom she had not met before  ...  one bald, with sleeves far greater than any gown she had imagined in the stories that willem darry once told her to send her into a sleep. she could only assume that it was lord varys from the description that tyrion lannister had given her of his travel companion before he was taken as captive by jorah. the other however, much younger as though he was too around her age. though, she did not recognise him from any tales that had been fed to her. 

“ forgive me  ...  i do not know who you are. ”  taking a few more steps forward now, daenerys bowed her head ever so slightly to tyrion who stood silently.  “ i know we are not in my audience chamber but i can only assume there is a reason why our paths have crossed and you are stood beside my advisers and most trusted friends. my apologies if i have kept you waiting. i was attending to  –––   other matters. tell me  ...  what is it that i can do for you? ”

#iv. you’re in the great game now » threads. #vi. we don’t get to choose whom we love » alt characters. #snakereign. #surprise #!!! #i hope this was ok #my brain no worky this morning

[viciousgracearc]

@snakereign​ sent :  “ we don’t need to play happy families.” (for morticia)

PROMPTS & MEMES     /     ALWAYS ACCEPTING

          “DEAR BOY, HAPPINESS IS FOR THE WEAK,” Morticia coos at her son, kissing the top of his head. “Misery strengthens character and hardship fortifies constitution. Just look at your Uncle Fester. Still alive no matter how many times we’ve tried to bury him.” 

#snakereign #answered raven: general #answered raven: morticia addams #SCREAM #I LITERALLY HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M DOING

[gellcrt]

Send me a ◑ for my muse to give yours some bad advice.  

     « how about not repurposing my glorious Cause for your self-interest, you little bitch??  hmm. if someone ever brags about having the upper hand? break theirs. »

@snakereign​​ //  dark lord 2.0, failed version

#snakereign #✑┆ meme. #( gellert no!! )

[dokuhebi]

❛ kings die, realms fall, but magic endures. ❜

THE WITCHER 3 PROMPTS // @snakereign Everything in this world is different to them. From the wood making up tables, bookshelves and furnishings, to the materials making blankets, clothing and curtains. Born from bushes, trees and animals the serpent has simply never seen before. But despite how foreign everything here is, it is they themself who remains the exotic and misplaced one. The outlander. If they had felt hunted in their old world - and how constantly tracked down like a witch they were - this new realm offered countless more enemies to contend with. Fools who wanted them for power, spare parts in wizard like potions, or zoology. While being formidable and immortal certainly aids them in staying safe, they know better than to take on a world of enemies. They had done it once before, and although they ought to consider themself lucky to have come out alive of that war, they had learnt some hard lessons. One was never too powerful to need friends. It was their luck that they had found the company of someone with similar interests and passions, someone who did not shy away from their more ferocious side, but did not treat them like some animal either. A man who could see them for what they were, a mixture of many, a multifaceted leviathan who could bring harm or fortune to those smart enough to use them wisely. And how Voldemort proved to be smart enough, perhaps even too smart for their liking. It was rare they had to stay on guard, yet be too sweet-talked and ensnared to remind themself of that. He knew how to offer them enough information to keep them around, but never so much that he outlived his use to them. He kept himself a few steps ahead, and they are both aware and complacent with this. He’s made too compelling an argument with that silver tongue of his, to ever have them drifting or losing interest. So they wait for him, even when he disappears on his own agenda. Knowing better than to ask him where he has been when he returns. Had he wanted them to know, surely they would have been granted the right to accompany him. After all, even the most vicious dogs swore loyalty to those who kept them well fed. And the young man knew precisely how to sate their appetite. The doors quiet groan is what alerts them to the fact that he has returned. As the sun starts to sink low enough to be engulfed by the horizon. Vanishing in brilliant oranges and reds, painting the room in vivid saffrons. Such colours catch upon the vipers porcelain skin, flesh white as snow now used as a canvas under the suns fleeting rays. Warm hues faintly reflected where their night kimono slips lazily down their shoulder. Ivory arms, collar and legs bared to gentle but flame like colours panting their figure. Perched on the stone window arch, gazing down from their godlike view at the forests hundreds of feet below. Not timid of the fall, but admiring the height. Admiring the newness, truly reborn in this moment, when they gaze at things they have never seen before. Their fingers had been idly combing through raven black hair, until eager eyes move instead to the sound of his return. He is greeted instantly by their light smile, one that so quickly loses its tenderness when the edges of fangs can be seen. They slip gracefully from the windowsill they had been seated at, to meet him at his side. To scan his eyes and body for anything that may signal trouble. Whether he had run in to any, they don’t know. They do know however, that if he had, he had handled it as usual, and returned to them unscathed. “I did as you asked,” they say, a tome left upon the desk. What knowledge lies within the weighted book they do not know, they can not decipher its meaning despite being fully capable of reading it. Too inexperienced in this world to understand the gibberish of spells, foreign creatures, lands and names. But he had asked for it, so they had provided. In full anticipation to have their efforts rewarded, and having exercised all the patience they had within themself simply waiting for his return, “will you show it me then? One of the forbidden curses those lesser wizards keep muttering about?” They live for these lessons, thrive under his instruction, his tutoring. Magic is a power that is not within their veins, much like the muggles of this world. Yet unlike those muggles, they are not completely without something special, the chakra they harbor enabling them to produce attacks monstrous in its own regards, something so very similar to witchcraft. They follow him to the small coffee table, finding their seat beside him on the couch, listening to each word from his mouth and watching the artifact he draws out. A wand. And they watch next as the little demonstration begins, as his simple command has the summoned snake, courtesy of Orochimaru, suddenly wrapped under mind control. It is so effortless, so tasteful, so immediate. While the conjured snake is a loyal companion to Orochimaru, and would do their bidding without question, it now has lost all ability to do just that. Imperio. Far more sophisticated than the mind control those in the vipers realm are capable of. They are in awe instantly, enamored by the demonstrated power, enamored by how he makes it look second nature. How within a moment of his attention, with a single breathed command, this venomous and lethal summon is his new play thing. Golden eyes shift to the man when he speaks, inquisitive eyes following his every movement. “Magic... I imagine such a word is interchangeable with power, is it not?” they reply, leaning against him now, giving in to their tactile nature. They watch the snake innocently obey each command, as they rest their head against Tom’s shoulder. Too comfortable perhaps, around the charming man. A man who has even lulled the infamously distrustful serpent in to deeming him their home, their place of refuge. Not because they mistake his power as anything less than it is, but because they are hellbent on surrounding themself with any and all power - if not from their own sylphlike body, then instead they would content themself being beside his. They draw their hand lightly down to run their fingertips over his wand, to feel the texture curiously, an elegant motion before their hand brushes over his arm a moment to be gathered back to their person, “... the magic of this world, can it be mine?” With their summon finally having its free will returned, the reptile makes its way over to the two humans. Ever so complacent with what had happened, seeing no difference in the requested duty of killing on command, or being puppeted a moment. A bronze body lazily slips away from the small table it had been perched on, sliding instead to creep up the coach and languidly lace itself around and over the laps of the wizard and shinobi. Their hand moves to brush over its scaled body next, “there are those born without magic in this realm, I have seen them. Have none ever tried to get it regardless? Have any ever succeeded?” A more cunning smile replaces their previous one now, as they lift their head from his shoulder ever so slightly, to instead correct a tassel of dark brown hair, “you shall mark the first king to never die, and be the founder of a realm indomitable,” they say, golden eyes meeting his umber pair, ensnared instantly by the intelligence so clearly living there, their gaze against his the contrast of the pale yellow moon meeting the midnight sky, “for as long as I am permitted at your side,  I will make it so, and you will want for nothing my dear Lord,” they place a hand to his shoulder now to get to their feet, to saunter across the room and fix them both a drink, even the alcohol a rather differing taste here for them. They lean on the table a moment to watch him, to inspect his reactions before offering him his drink and a more tamed smile.  “I do hope I have sworn myself to a generous king.”

#snakereign #毒蛇 IMMORTAL; the curse is broken (post war) #/long post

[lucidwtch]

@snakereign said to morfin gaunt,  ❛ you don’t know what i’m capable of. ❜  ✦

MORFIN grimaced at his nephew — his beady eyes holding nothing less than malicious intent. he spat loudly onto the damp, rotting floorboards of the gaunt shack  — the wet glob sank into a small pile of black soot. his yellow teeth were broken and sticky  — decayed from years of spouting foul curses and muttering in a wicked tongue. the boy was that muggle’s double  — right down to the smug look on his handsome face. morfin wasn’t totally unconvinced it wasn’t him  — which only served to anger him further.

“what you say?” the twitching of his lips did not match his raspy words. “you think ye can scare ol’ morfin . . . threaten him, eh?” morfin clambered to his feet and clattered his cane against the floorboards  —  causing an obnoxious crack to resound through the small shack. “EH !?” 

#RIP THE PARSELTONGUE TRANSLATOR !! #✘ MORFIN GAUNT » razor blades on a melted toothbrush & . #queued . #morfin is now my primary muse wdyd #dental trauma tw #snakereign

[wwxnka]

@snakereign​ asked: ❛ what a shame. ❜ hello!

𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑺𝑨𝑵 𝑽𝑺 𝑴𝑬𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑯𝑶𝑳𝒀 || 𝑨𝑪𝑪𝑬𝑷𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮!

THE MAN’S WORDS PROMPTED LITTLE MORE THAN A ROLLING OF HIS EYES. Naturally, such a response was to be expected from someone like him; after all, everyone knew what Tom Riddle thought of those who were not like him.

HE SUPPOSED IT WAS HIS OWN FAULT FOR VOICING HIS FUTURE INTENTIONS. After all, Wonka had always had a fascination of muggles, those souls who had to live their day-to-day lives without the use of magic; he found the prospect a marvel - how did they do it? How did they cope? It must have been a struggle for them, even if they didn’t know anything different. It piqued his curiosity - which was why he had decided to live in their world, practicing his craft and giving them a taste of what his own was like - even if it was a literal one and nothing more. It had been a thrilling and prosperous life so far, and he’d had no regrets.

OF COURSE, DECLARING THIS TO TOM OF ALL INDIVUDUALS WASN’T THE BEST DECISION HE’D EVER MADE - TOM WAS AS PREJUDICED AS THEY CAME, AND HE COULDN’T UNDERSTAND IT. Still, the blonde wasn’t going to hide it; he’d have had to have been ashamed of it for that, which he wasn’t. Plus, his uncle Ollivander, despite his own confusion, had supported it all the same.

“Times have changed, Tom - those who share your outlook decline with each passing day.” He remarked, allowing a frown to rule his lips, “Muggles are good people. Smart people. Much more than you give them credit for - and muggleborns? They may just be the best and smartest of us all. Have you ever thought of that?”

#SUB // . ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ 𝑾𝑬 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑮𝑰𝑪 𝑴𝑨𝑲𝑬𝑹𝑺 #. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑩𝑬 𝑺𝑼𝑩𝑴𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮! (ASK) #snakereign

[cleavedsoul]

snakereign , T H I S I S O F F E N S I V E T O L O L D E M O R T S

where on earth did you get the idea that i owed you any amount of respect ?

#snakereign #* crack . #I M SO SORRY

[disavowcd-archived]

𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍    ‘ 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. ’

“ i  don’t  mean  to  be  contrary--- ” she was tentative, but unwavering, “ but  i  think  i  disagree,  my  lord ” she was not entirely new to his presence, but he was still so unreadable to her. was it wise to disagree, even respectfully? “ i  only  mean  that  i  think  things  happen for  a  reason.”

#snakereign #✧ serpents on skin ( alt. verse 001 )

[untomb]

▧      ┄┄      𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄     ₍ ... ₎     @snakereign​​   ﹐   sent  ⠀﹕    “   delusions  ,  too    ,    die    hard    with    memory  .    ”

PRIDE    IS    A    VICE    ;    AND    ONE    SHE    IS    ALL    TOO    FAMILIAR    WITH    as  the  instinct  to  remark  with  anger  dies  in  the  harsh  light  of  order  .    there  is  a  time  and  a  place  for  nature  ,    and  this  is  neither  .    caught  off  guard  she  must  bite  her  own  flesh  to  escape  the  trap  she  imagines  around  her  .    

❛    and    what    delusions  ,    would    you    say    i    am    suffering    under  ?    my  lord    ❜    . . .    memory  is  too  touchy  a  subject  ,  even  in  a  standing  as  close  to  equal  as  will  ever  happen  .    delusions    live    in    her    mind    like    a    parasitoid    that    will    kill    the    host    and    leave    eyes    blind    to    the    rot  .

❛    forgive  me  my  ignorance  ,    but  what  do  you  mean  by  that    ❜     a  slight  tilt  of  an  eyebrow  ,    cautious  to  stay  on  the  right  side  of  insolence  until  a  better  perception  of  the  situation  can  be  found  .

#┄┄⠀⠀﹙⠀inbox⠀﹚⠀﹐⠀heka⠀the⠀owl⠀𓅓 #snakereign

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My Opinion on @snakereign ;

Character in general: TOM RIDDLE. Wow. Okay there was not a character I disliked more ( until Umbridge came along ) than Riddle because of what he did to Ginny, buuuuuut my Slytherin, death eater heart cannot help but love him and his beeb Nagini. 

How they play them: Okay but  I’m not sure if its Bubbles or Tom behind the blog because GOTDAMN she plays im beautifully. And I love seeing the interactions and I can hear his scaly voice in every reply and I’m all uwu okay

The Mun: I love Bubbles okay? And I would kill and die for her without question. And I will follow her on any blog she ever makes ever. 

Do I:

RP with them: NOT YET BUT IM GONNA I S2G. 

Want to RP with them: Y E S I DO AND IT NEEDS TO HAPPEN I CRY. 

What is my;

Overall Opinion: FUCK I DONT EVEN HAVE THE PROPER WORDS FOR MY OPINION ON BUBBLES. PERFECTION OKAY. AND IF YOU’RE NOT FOLLOWING YOU’RE MISSING OUT. 100000000000000000000/10

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

#OKAY BUT ILYSM #SO SO MUCH #I NEED TO TOSS SOMEONE AT TOM #snakereign #answered. // mun things

[waspossessed]

happy birthday, ginny! i hope you think of me fondly uwu    / / /       @snakereign​

                   ❛       —————      I      think       of        you  ,        but        there’s        nothing        fond       about          it    .     ❜              haunting        memories        of         being        possessed ,         splattering        crimson        warnings        across         castle        walls ,         &        attacking          mrs .      norris          invade         her        mind        more       often       than        she         cares         to         admit   .         can’t           she         have         one       day        that’s       free          of         him     ?

#Im SCREAMING lkajdsfa #good ole tom telling her happy bday #snakereign

[viciousgracearc]

@snakereign​​ sent :  “am i making you uncomfortable?” (wildcard bc i want to write with all ur ladies anyway)

PROMPTS & MEMES     /     ALWAYS ACCEPTING

          THE QUESTION TAKES CARRIE BY SURPRISE. It’s not one she’s used to being asked, at least not sincerely; there’s only ever been one other boy who’s asked her the same, and he’s dead. Skull cracked by the same bucket that drenched her in blood. “No,” she says quietly, daintily shaking her head. After prom, after Chris Hargensen, after her mother, there really isn’t much else to make her uncomfortable. On the contrary, she feels free. For the first time in her life, unchained from the trap that was her life in Chamberlain, Maine. Unfettered, unrestrained. Powerful.

         “It’s my first time here,” Carrie continues, voice still shaky but slowly steadying itself. “I’m from America.” That, she thinks, should be explanation enough. She is well aware of how she comes across -- mousy, nervous, naturally ill at ease. As if her skin is two sizes bigger than her bones ( it’s the guilt that’s taking up space, the guilt and the shame that accompanies the power. She hasn’t been able to shake it off yet ). It never once occurred to her that she will one day find herself across the pond, but she’s here now, thanks to the friends she’s found after her escape, half-dead and bleeding and still wearing her self-sewn dress. 

         “Carrie,” she introduces herself, extending a slender hand. It always pays to be polite. “I take it that you live around these parts?” 

#snakereign #answered raven: general #answered raven: carrie white #you get the newest one

[gellcrt]

@snakereign​​ // Tom said: “ each man lives for himself. ”  ( meme, accepting but selectively )

the words finally manage to tear Gellert’s eyes from his ( careful ) inspection of the book, but whilst he closes it, his fingertips linger languidly over its spine ( over the lettering embossed in it with gold leaf; a rare work of art, one he would be loath to part with, unless he could recover his own copy, once he- ). 

            “ do you think so? ” his expression shifts like watercolour dropped into a pond. ripples. smoothens into a thoughtful, yet unreadable, expression. an expression that says nothing at all but remains cordially pleasant. it would be naive to believe that most people did not seek to gratify their own pleasure. but each man? 

the inner scoff never reaches his lips, let alone his eyes or his hands. his fingernails traces over vowels, catching slightly in the leather.

           “ hm. you would. because it is what you do. ”

#snakereign #✑┆ meme. #v: ( ? ) #( casual noncommittal setting & verse #because i remember that we had several so SHRUGG. )

[dokuhebi]

Tom Riddle / Starter @snakereign​

They had been warned their curiosity would be the death of them, something an immortal surely laughed at. When that dangerous inquisitiveness had been the very catalyst for their now eternally youthful existence. Those words however rang a little more true on this evening. When three walls of concrete and a fourth of steeled bars makes up their current home. A cage laced in intricate seal work, a serpentine body laced in the very same markings. Upon pure white scales are tattoo like marks, weaving a sigil all across the lithe body of the titan. Had these marks not been there, had the reinforcement of foreign magic not caught the viper completely off guard, then surely this pitiful building would be little more than rubble and dust right now. A giant maw with venom potent enough to bring down beasts larger than the dragons they had scented in the vicinity. For that is where the serpent has been kept in the meanwhile, one of many mystical beasts in this worlds eyes, as primitive of mind as the winged reptiles squawking and growling their displeasure as they bang at their smaller cages. Magnificent beasts, yet looking little more like mice near a python in the presence of the leviathan Orochimaru currently takes the form of.  These seals that brand them, that place chains around their powers and chakra, it is the only reason they can not utilize their shapeshifting habits, why they can not simply return to something human, something of voice. Or at the very least - of mortal voice. For how humans only ever had the ability to speak their own tongue. Never picking up on the subtle signs of body language or the varying species cries. Aside from ink black marks drawn over their form, the dark spillage of blood coats those snowy white scales in equal measure. Much of it their own blood, but a terrible amount more of it the blood of those who had detained them. It was an imaginary enemy at first, when they felt the slashing of blades but could not see the source. Only hearing chants from darkly robed people, wooden ornaments in their hands pointed toward the behemoth serpent. 

The cage they exist in is dark enough to cover them like a blanket, only the head and neck of the beast visible, resting near the bars where moonlight can crawl up the floor toward them. Their eyes however, golden, chatoyant, marked by natural black crescents and half the size of the fully standing men and women wandering nearby, ensnare that glow of the moon, and put it to shame with unmatched brightness. Only a fool would miss the intelligence there, only a fool would see them as nothing more than the basilisks unknown cousin.  If only these seals were not there, they may open their large maw to pour fire from their throat and allow it to spill out the cage, if only to scorch the little warlocks that scurry near their dungeon door. The scent of other foreign life is heavy, beasts they have never encountered in their own world - with the humans here being no exception. But it is when their mouth gapes a moment, to reveal the structure of rows upon rows of curved back fishing hook like teeth, successfully scaring off the last person in their chamber, that they scent someone who stands out. Someone that does not inspire irritation or caution, but utter intrigue instead. They can make out his signature amid the rest as if they are being called to him, as if he may have some command over their very existence. As if he may be a part of them, or they a part of him - kin. No member of Ryuchi should walk these plains, and yet the young male they can detect so brilliantly is of some serpentine descent. At least, that is what their instincts try and tell them. Such was to be inquisitive of his dark allure, to investigate rather than initiate their usual defensiveness. Porcelain white scales can be seen in snippets as they move within the shadows, like a serpent sifting in and out through ink black waters. And while the logical part of their mind reminds them that no man on two legs may be able to hear them now, they find themself speaking when they sense his presence getting closer. As they themself meander fluidly forward like a winters iced river to appear closer at the door, as if by a magnets pull. ‘You’re not like your sorcerer friends, now are you my dear?’

#毒蛇 IMMORTAL; the curse is broken (post war) #snakereign #let me know if this works <3

[lucidwtch]

💕 for lu because of reasons i won't disclose

(hey, i’m scared)

send 💕 (or “hearts!” if the symbol doesn’t show up) and I’ll fill out the following for our muses [x]

Have we discussed shipping before?: yes || no (i mean, have have we?? maybe?? idk we have discussed so many ships in general lmao, i’m marking yes anyway)

My interest level overall: I’ve wanted this for so long || can’t wait || I think it’ll be fun || kinda feeling it || maybe with a lot of plotting || I need to think about it || not interested, sorry

How we should do this: jump right in || slow burn || pre-established || build up to it in a thread || anything goes (tbh)

Dynamics I want to try out with our ship: friends to lovers || rivals to lovers || enemies to lovers || mutual pining || battle couple || childhood friends || high school sweethearts || star crossed lovers || long time lovers || old married couple || newlyweds || sickeningly sweet couple || secret lovers || fake dating/marriage || best friends hiding their feelings || arranged marriage || soulmates || other

#snakereign #IT'S ALL VERY COMPLICATED #U KNOW #✘ MEMES » do you know where the wild things go? & . #✘ ANSWERED » legions of craftsmen handmade my feelings & .

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@snakereign ,    continued      from      here    !

from     most ,      the     praise      would       have      been       inconsequential      at     best .          from      her      lord ,      in       front      of        his       most      trusted     &         respected     supporters  ,       those       two       words       are        enough       to        send        a       shiver      of       delight       along       the       length        of        her      spine .      she       doesn’t       miss       the        stark       contrast       between        the     intimate       manner     with      which       her       name      rolls       from       his      tongue     &      the     cold       distance       with      which       he      speaks       yaxley’s .

                 yes ,       this      will       serve       as      adequate       praise      indeed .

under      the       bodice        of        her        gown ,       bella’s      chest     flushes       with      delight      at     his     request      for     her     continued     presence .      dark      hues      sweep       across       the      room ,      noting      the     bitter       envy       with       which       many       watch      her      as      they       move       to       leave .       even      among       his      most      trusted ,       she       holds       an      esteemed      position       --------------      it’s      one      she       does       not       take      lightly .      

as       the      door      closes       &      the      room      falls       silent ,        bella      finally     allows        her      gaze      to      settle       on       her      lord .       chest      flushes      deeper ,        the       very       corner       of         her       lips     quirking      with      thinly - veiled      pleasure .          ❛         thank      you      for       your       praise ,        my         lord .          ❜         she      murmurs ,       head       bowing      with      respect .      even       when       they       are        alone ,       every       inch       of       her       lithe        frame        radiates       unadulterated       reverence .         ❛         thank     you      for      entrusting       me       with      the       responsibility       of      correcting      yaxley’s       mistake .        ❜

#snakereign #muse: bellatrix lestrange. #writing: bellatrix lestrange.