reunited and it feels so gross.

[sadistic]

If you want me back, we have to thread something with torture in it. That's just the way the chocolate frog melts.

Either find someone who'd like that—someone who deserves it—or you can stand aside and leave everything to me.

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[savedbypudding]

In the history of metaphors everywhere. That's possibly the worst one ever used.

[ Oh my god Sirius. It's just a little torture.]

[sadistic]

[it's only the littlest, eensiest weensiest bit of torture. hardly any. almost no one will be permanently incapacitated and institutionalized. and what harm is that, really? don't trouble yourself, blood-traitor. she's pointedly ignoring sirius, anyway. actually, she's making a show of pretending she doesn't know where that annoying voice-like sound is coming from.]

What is that? Who let it in?

[savedbypudding]

[ Almost no one permanently incapacitated and institutionalized. Why you gotta throw shade like that and bring up old scars? Hey, you can't ignore him. She might be TRYING but he's not buying it for a moment.]

I'm actually shocked I'm not as crazy as you. Then again, never was.

[sadistic]

[oh well, it's a pretense she's very quick to drop.]

Ah. The word you haven't bothered searching for is "loyal". You're not as loyal as I am, to put it plainly. Not now, and indeed, never.

[pacifrisk]

...

[Bellatrix now has a small child staring at her. Well. Presumably staring, at least.]

[sadistic]

[she's never been one to flinch from (presumable) attention. her eventual response is a little sharp and oddly pitched.]

You do know I haven't any actual chocolate, don't you?

[pacifrisk]

[Frisk just keeps looking at her. Pats their chest with one hand -- 'I'.]

Know that.

Who are you?

[sadistic]

[there's some sudden hostility in her narrowed eyes and thin-lipped expression.]

Unaccustomed to answering impertinent questions.

[and her own hand gesture is dismissive: not of her own identity, but of frisk's.]

If you were worth knowing, you wouldn't have to ask.

[disorder_heaven]

Dude, your username is exactly what is says on the tin, isn't it?

[sadistic]

That? No. That's childishly simple. Much as I like to cause pain, it's only a means to an end. I serve a higher cause. My greatest pleasure is success in the tasks I am given.

[disorder_heaven]

Right, right, so you're not the kinda person who's a bit disappointed when a torture victim finally gives out the info, eh?

[sadistic]

Did I go that far? Was that exactly, word for word, what I said?

I'll allow that it is a disappointment, but one mustn't mope. One must remain optimistic. The next might prove more resilient than the last.

[botanyqueen]

We can always use a little more crazy around here.

[ And torture. For the right reasons at least. ]

[sadistic]

[oh, a lovely redhead. not a weasley, she trusts?]

Pity then that I am perfectly sane. Merely a devoted servant. A knight, in such times as justify my methods.

[botanyqueen]

You sound so much like someone else I know.

[ Which isn't always a good thing. ]

Blind devotion doesn't always work out, sweet pea.

[sadistic]

And who might that be?

[if she's thinking of the woman that her mun suspects she has in mind, alas, things aren't even that cheery. bellatrix has all of the trouble and none of the fun. it's hard to say whether "sweet pea" registered as condescending. she's haughtily answering a perceived accusation:]

You must think me very fickle. I am far, far past caring what becomes of me. True devotion endures in spite of any outcome. Already, the faithful have suffered.

[asthedrivensnow]

--tch. Bella. Must you?

[It's your most favourite baby sister in the whole world who is utterly petrified of your madness and hiding it because she still loves you wrinkling her nose at the whole torture thing.]

[sadistic]

[how nice. everyone looks so young and refreshed. she'd wonder why, but it isn't the most pressing question, and she vastly, vastly prefers this to having no narcissa with her at all. and, since she's not known for being unobservant, it must be love that blinds bellatrix to narcissa's limitations.]

I must. It is the very least I could do; seeing that nothing goes unpunished.

[besides, she and the mun had such great times with that grisly stuff, back in the day.]

[asthedrivensnow]

[A peculiarity of these sorts of meeting spaces. Although this Narcissa is aware of what accommodatory delights await her eldest sister, so isn't overly surprised by the fact that she looks... a little tired, perhaps. It must be. Family is important.]

Leaving nothing unpunished is a very broad scope. Won't you get bored?

[Fine, there's something to be said for really using your magic, even-- well, yes, especially when it's to get something you want through means that aren't necessarily nice.]

[sandsofhell]

People who like torture usually keep quiet about it.

[sadistic]

I have nothing to hide. You disapprove?

[sandsofhell]

Don't really care.

[alteredblade]

In your opinion, what makes a man deserve "torture"?

[sadistic]

In war, or peacetime?

[this has very little bearing on her answer, truth be told, but she thinks she sounds less vicious by asking.]

[alteredblade]

There is no peacetime.

[That has been an illusion she once foolishly believed in.]