<div class="floatleft">(http://i1120.photobucket.com/albums/l498/Nybris/28fdcf6d-d309-4bf6-9906-b7455b5cab6b_zpsd4dvxswe.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Bellatrix<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Karen Morhen - Mael's bedchamber<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Mael<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Naked under a robe<br/><hr/><hr/>Bellatrix knew exactly where she was the minute she opened her eyes: curved beam ceiling, the arched window to the left, those god-awful dark yellow curtains, and the smell of sweat and sex heavy in air.<br/><br/>"Awwwww,<em>shit</em>." She groaned to herself at the turn of her head to see Mael laying there beside her in the bed, the sheets up to his naked and narrowed waist, his long dark hair loose and forming a gothic halo on the pillow behind him, his breathing steady with the rise and fall of his bare chest. His torso was covered with the circle of bite marks and shoulders adorned with the scratches of a violent lover. The sorceress could taste the bitterness of wine from the night before still on her tongue, and reaching up she felt a ring of a bruise around her neck as well as the telltale soreness between her thighs.<br/><br/>She remembered an argument the night before....yes, that's it, with that<em>Arlaine</em>. Didn't remember what they had fought about, wasn't important and it usually didn't take much, but she had apparently gone to Mael's room afterwards to drink her senses away before taking her anger out on him in a very physical and primal way.<br/><br/>Rolling over and out of the bed, Bellatrix kicked the covers off of her naked figure and pushed her arms through a nearby robe before cinching it about her waist with the tie. Walking over to the balcony that overlooked the courtyard, the woman sighed, her rich chocolate curls loose about her face and blowing against the higher winds. Her eyes, literally the color of fire amber, were drawn to the movement of a man approaching. Her keen eyesight recognized the male as Conor, the Witcher she and her dear friend Lucrezia were really depending on for their future plans. Her friendly smile then vanished when the sight of Arlaine broke the scene of her rushing out to embrace the returning man, and turning with disgust from the balcony, she walked back into the warmth of the room.<br/><br/>The embers were burned down in the fireplace to glowing coals, and next to the bed on the nightstand was her goblet and a half-finished bottle of wine. Pouring herself another full glass, for nothing is better at washing out the taste of old wine than new wine, she then walked around to the other side of the bed to where Mael was still sleeping.<br/><br/>Sipping on her favorite spirit, Bellatrix gazed down on the man that held the true fire in her heart, the only one who could ignite her hotter than the white center of the sun itself. And yet, that was a power she would never bestow upon him, that knowledge of his ability to grip her soul like a vice. She chuckled without mirth before taking another sip as she thought of all the times they left each other, sought another's arms, only to angrily return once more, how they fought, both physically and verbally, how their love and hate for each other were literally two horns on the same damn goat.<br/><br/>She could feel her love for him making her tender and sweet, and since that just wouldn't do, it was time to squash it.<br/><br/>"Hey, you," she said firmly, overturning the remaining contents of her wine glass over and pouring it across his peacefully resting face, hopefully jerking him awake. "Time to wake up, Mael. Conor is back and we are due downstairs."