· Don’t Want to Be Here | Amycus & Narcissa | 12/16/78 | Political Parties Prompt
Amycus smiled, rocking back and forth from his heels to the balls of his feet at her thanks. His ‘Lecto would be extremely proud of him. She liked it when he behaved himself and was friendly with the other Death Eaters. And she was always encouraging him to gather friendships and be more approachable.
The truth was though, he’d really just wanted to do it. It had felt good… right… to offer the older Death Eater something. She had never been rude or called him stupid. She was hot, which was always a plus because, really, why look at ugly people if you didn’t have to? And she understood the shit deal that his Alecto was getting. As far as Amycus Carrow was concerned, this put her at the very top of the food chain.
Shrugging, he smiled at her and said, “It’s my absolute pleasure Lady Malfoy. Nobody should ever not have a birthday present on their birthday.”
He leaned back, taking a long drink of his new glass of wine, and then considered the beautiful blonde. He really wasn’t much of a conversationalist (he couldn’t even spell it). Most of his interactions came in the form of bullying or fucking. It really was too bad that the married ones were off limits. He could use a good fuck right now.
His eyes slid back to Alecto involuntarily at the thought and some of the pleasure went out of them. He threw back the remainder of his wine in a gulp and leaned back, ice blue eyes trailing over her beautiful form. She was so poised and confident. She was utterly radiant. Like a diamond in the middle of a field of coal.
Leaning back against the wall, he said, as much to himself as to Narcissa, “Wonder if it’s like this for all pureblood women, or if it’s just our fucking father’s fault.” He grit his teeth in annoyance and grumbled, “Probably just him. It’s the sort of fuckin sick shit he’d pull.”
Or at least… he thought so. In the real world anyway. Not the fake world where his father loved and cared for him and would do anything that he asked. That world was the world where his Alecto was something shameful and disgusting. Where he was told over and over how evil she was.
But that world wasn’t real. He knew it wasn’t. And so that meant that this world was real. This world where his ‘Lecto loved him and his ‘Lecto was perfect, but was on display like some kind of meat.
And needing that confirmation that this was something real, he turned to Narcissa and said, “Wus it like this for you? Before you were married to Lord Malfoy I mean.”
The slight shrug that Amycus gave her puzzled her. She hadn’t realized that he would be so inclined as to give her a gift. Here, without her husband, she was felt inconsequential as this farce of a party and whoever had the distinct joy of marrying Alecto. It didn’t matter who, and she knew it. What mattered was that someone did it.
Looking at Amycus, it was easy to see his disdain for the surrounding party. That was what made his kindness towards her most strange. She had heard tales of the two twins, never really being in the same circles aside from the Pureblood gatherings that were held. His almost carefree attitude struck her as odd among this party of falsities and carefully constructed lies.
His comment about presents on birthdays seemed off, his eyes seeming to cast themselves in to the past, perhaps recalling some event where that had indeed happened. Even so, the gesture did not go unappreciated. It was attention that was long overdue, especially considering the recent absence of her husband.
She smiled at what seemed to be Amycus musing to himself, a slight laugh pealing through the air. ”It’s like this for all women, young Carrow. We’re naught but commodities to be traded and sold, perfect little girls bred to be perfect wives, perfect mothers. Few get to fight against the grain, and even fewer succeed.” She took a small sip of her wine, finishing it delicately before placing it on the tray of a passing waiter. ”I’m sure you would be surprised how common these are. Myself, I’ve been to quite a few, even before my own, and now after.”
His question startled her and she had to think. Was it like this? She had always thought that she had chosen Lucius, that their perpetual attraction had led them to each other, but then she thought about all the times that she met Lucius as a child, how his mother always seemed to come over for tea, how they would always play in the garden and how he would always comfort her when Andromeda and Bella went off to play their older kid games, assuring her that “there was no place for her” in them. She wanted to say that they chose each other, that they were left to their own devices, but, now that she thought about it, she supposed that she couldn’t.
She paused before she spoke, taking a breath. ”In a manner of speaking.” She said, tightly and with difficulty, afraid to acknowledge the truth. ”My mother organized a variety of balls to ensure that it was known that I was available, and given the nature of the Black name, it was not long until potential suitors came calling. Though, it had always been fixed that Bellatrix would marry Rodolphus and that Rabastan would be betrothed to…” She stopped, not wanting to think about that now. Andromeda would not come up. She, as well, had chosen her fate.
"Yes, that Bella would marry Rodolphus. I suspect that my mother had some hand in engineering my marriage and betrothal, but in the end, it was I who chose Lucius, and he who chose me." She spoke the words with a deciding tone, not sure who she was trying to convince, Amycus, or herself.