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wildestrangerI was rummaging through my files and found a bit on an orgy that I'd started. Sirius-centric blackcest orgy (with added Lucius) that I don't have time to finish now but might do at some point.
Yes, I do come across forgotten orgies every now and again. Never mind!
There is something in his drink. There must be something in his drink and Sirius feels dizzy, feels the green poison in his blood as he watches shimmering shapes move across the room. His lips are numb and he keeps licking them, keeps biting them but it doesn’t quite feel right. He has spilled his drink on his shirt and watches curiously as the green liquid spreads, watches as it touches his skin and he shivers. His fingers are tingling and raw, and he wants to rub them against something rough, something that would make them bleed but there is nothing but silk and satin in the room.
There’s a cold undercurrent to the green liquid, beneath the decadent intoxication of the taste, underlying the hint of absinthe and the sudden erratic beat of his heart. Sirius looks on as Bellatrix drops a fat green drop on her tongue, smiles and licks her mouth. There must be something in the drink and Sirius feels his hands are turning green, they don’t feel like his own and he tries rubbing them on his robes but it makes it worse. Bellatrix across the room is drinking more, licking her glass dry and you’d think her lips would be green but they’re red, and she’s biting her lip and there’s blood, and when Lucius licks it away, Sirius twitches.
Narcissa is standing in a corner with Regulus, whispering, their fingers on the wine glasses brushing against each other. He’s wrapping the pale length of her hair around his fingers, not pulling, but stroking, and it occurs to Sirius that he has never touched Narcissa’s hair. He knows that Reg’s hair is like his own, shiny and dark and strong, has felt it under his fingers many times. But now Regulus is weaving his long white fingers in strands that look too fragile to hold. Their faces are very close to each other’s and Sirius wonders whether they can taste the intoxicating fumes of the drink on each other’s lips. Then they turn to look at him, pale flickering eyes and red mouths too close to each other, and Sirius has to turn away, has to close his eyes and take another drink.
Yes, I do come across forgotten orgies every now and again. Never mind!
There is something in his drink. There must be something in his drink and Sirius feels dizzy, feels the green poison in his blood as he watches shimmering shapes move across the room. His lips are numb and he keeps licking them, keeps biting them but it doesn’t quite feel right. He has spilled his drink on his shirt and watches curiously as the green liquid spreads, watches as it touches his skin and he shivers. His fingers are tingling and raw, and he wants to rub them against something rough, something that would make them bleed but there is nothing but silk and satin in the room.
There’s a cold undercurrent to the green liquid, beneath the decadent intoxication of the taste, underlying the hint of absinthe and the sudden erratic beat of his heart. Sirius looks on as Bellatrix drops a fat green drop on her tongue, smiles and licks her mouth. There must be something in the drink and Sirius feels his hands are turning green, they don’t feel like his own and he tries rubbing them on his robes but it makes it worse. Bellatrix across the room is drinking more, licking her glass dry and you’d think her lips would be green but they’re red, and she’s biting her lip and there’s blood, and when Lucius licks it away, Sirius twitches.
Narcissa is standing in a corner with Regulus, whispering, their fingers on the wine glasses brushing against each other. He’s wrapping the pale length of her hair around his fingers, not pulling, but stroking, and it occurs to Sirius that he has never touched Narcissa’s hair. He knows that Reg’s hair is like his own, shiny and dark and strong, has felt it under his fingers many times. But now Regulus is weaving his long white fingers in strands that look too fragile to hold. Their faces are very close to each other’s and Sirius wonders whether they can taste the intoxicating fumes of the drink on each other’s lips. Then they turn to look at him, pale flickering eyes and red mouths too close to each other, and Sirius has to turn away, has to close his eyes and take another drink.
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Date: 2005-12-13 06:15 am (UTC)EEP! I haven't finished the Kingsley/Bella fic I promised you. *runs off to finish* Sorry!
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Date: 2005-12-13 12:43 pm (UTC)FINISH IT, Wench!
Guh, it really is fantastic. The cadence is fantastic and the narrative wonderfully hazy.
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Date: 2005-12-13 09:48 pm (UTC)*blinks innocently*
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Date: 2005-12-17 01:50 am (UTC)I particularly like the drugged description, with Severus hardly knowing what is wrong with his fingers as they go numb.
Lucius/Sirius oh yes...
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Date: 2005-12-19 02:51 am (UTC)