Post by Deleted on May 10, 2019 21:46:31 GMT -5
We all say
that we'll quit someday
When our ship comes in, we'll just sail away
TW: Thoughts of Abuse
She had taken Lucius lunch, and she had actually remembered to take food with her. Which would have been the point of taking lunch, if that had actually been her intention. But Narcissa had had other reasons for going into the Ministry. Reasons that involved the arrival of the ICW more than anything else. She made a half decent distraction, and it was Friday. The witch had every intention of at least making her husband look forward to the weekend. Likely tomorrow would find him right back in the Ministry, and truly she didn’t mind, she knew that it was important. But she was also trying to do better. To act better. And that meant that she was going to play her part perfectly.
To be ice. To be glass. So beautiful, and so fragile. And she wanted to think that it was going to be that easy to maintain. That she could always be so flawless. Even the marks on her arms were hidden away. The elves had helped her with that this morning. There was no blemish on her ivory skin. Her lips were painted a pretty red. Her eyes lined perfectly. Clear, and blue, and bright. Her hair was back in the low ponytail that she had pulled it into this morning. Everything about her appearance gave the impression that she had barely tried at all, and yet turned out immaculate.
Narcissa had gotten very good at making sure that she looked a certain way, and she had fallen so easily back into those habits. Being his wife was an easy role to fill. She was sure, in some part of her soul, that she had been born to be Narcissa Malfoy. None of them would have survived if they would have stayed Blacks. Bella had had the easiest way out. She had been the first one. The oldest one. She had made her escape into Rodolphus’s bed, and then into the Dark Lord’s ranks. She had been untouchable.
Andromeda had disappeared next. Gone, in the middle of the day. Like she had never even been there at all. And Narcissa had been left alone. She had been locked away in that castle. Surrounded by the water. And sure, that she was going to die there. She hadn’t thought that she was going to make it out. But it didn’t matter. None of that mattered, because he had saved her. She belonged to him. And she had for four years by the time she was old enough to really leave.
There had been a part of her that nearly begged her father to marry him sooner. Before seventh year. Lucius had already graduated. She would have married him then. Gone back her seventh year as Narcissa Malfoy. She truly would have been untouchable then. But she hadn’t. She had finished her schooling as Narcissa Black, and married Lucius the week after she had graduated. He had been her white knight for a long time, and she thought that in a way, he still could be. Even if he didn’t think that he was. He was both the villain and the hero now though. It was a delicate line.
And it was one that she was walking very carefully today.
After spending the evening with her sister, the other night, Narcissa had felt better. There was really no explanation for it. There was no reason that her pain had lessened, but it had. It had faded considerably, and she hadn’t wrapped her ribs for a couple of days now. The bruises were gone. Healed in a way that she would have called magic, except that she hadn’t let him heal her. There was no way to explain why she was fine. But she was. And she wasn’t going to ruin that by toeing close enough to the line that he broke her again.
Right now, she thought that she still had the upper hand. He was still sorry for hurting her. The new strands of pearls in her jewelry box were proof of that. Proof that he was so sorry. They had come the next day. With the flowers. The apology never spoken, but given in his gifts, the presents that he sent home to her during the day. He had broken her ribs. And her wrist. He had bruised her face. And he had mended it with a bouquet and some pearls. And now she had the favor. She would have it, until something else displeased him.
Last time she had walked in front of him. Next time she could do something equally as mundane. Something that no one else would think twice about. Narcissa thought twice about everything. But he had seemed to like her dress. And she knew that it had been magically secured around her again when she had left the Ministry. There was no reason not to run a few errands before she went back to check on the progress at the Manor. Paychecks for several of the businesses were in her handbag, and she had Tinky drop her in each office as she went. At least until she headed for Diagon Alley.
The bookshop was quiet, but it was Friday afternoon before summer. There weren’t going to be a lot of people milling around for no reason. Not this time of year. And still, she weaved in and out of stacks and around shelves until she stopped to watch a young man that she didn’t think looked like he belonged in a bookshop at all, looking over a stack of some of the newest inventory that she recalled had only just come in at the beginning of the week.
She didn’t actually take the time to work in the shop. She was done working. Owning the bookshop was not the same as running the hotel had been. And Narcissa was not going back to that. Not now. Not after everything that had happened since she had gone home. This place had been her gift for leaving that job behind. She wasn’t supposed to work anymore. And yet, some of her genuine hospitality kicked in, and she smiled, “Good afternoon.”
MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0