*But then the little thing closes the distance and is clutching at her skirts and her smile becomes plastic, brittle. The twin urges to kick it away and to pick it up and caress it are strong, so compelling and utterly at odds with one another that she only sits there, stiffly. The little girl takes fistfuls of black silk and mouths them and Bellatrix only watches as if it's happening to someone else's robes, slack-faced and unmoving as a marble statue.*
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Date: 2011-07-12 04:59 pm (UTC)*But then the little thing closes the distance and is clutching at her skirts and her smile becomes plastic, brittle. The twin urges to kick it away and to pick it up and caress it are strong, so compelling and utterly at odds with one another that she only sits there, stiffly. The little girl takes fistfuls of black silk and mouths them and Bellatrix only watches as if it's happening to someone else's robes, slack-faced and unmoving as a marble statue.*
Er.
They're lovely.