<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i1120.photobucket.com/albums/l498/Nybris/28fdcf6d-d309-4bf6-9906-b7455b5cab6b_zpsd4dvxswe.jpg)</td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container" style="display: block;"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" style="display: block;">Clothing</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1120.photobucket.com/albums/l498/Nybris/IMG_0001_zpsfbnydji6.jpeg)</div></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><strong>Name</strong>: Bellatrix<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Mael's bedroom<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Mael<br/><hr/><hr/>His chuckle did not bode well for her sanity, or his physical condition as Bellatrix had an array of impulsive actions against him just then as he threw insult after accusation after ridicule towards her, practically calling her an unbridled whore. Her mouth dropped as Mael all but sneered at her before brushing past her to get back to her vanity to resume his search. She thought to set him aflame just then. Literally. Just for a second, just<em>engulf</em>his ass in fire. Then teleporting him to the center of a lake crossed her mind, maybe even dissipate his clothes before she did, making him walk back to Kaer Morhen butt naked. A few more creative ways to humiliate him and get back at him crossed her mind, but even though Mael had often made fun of magic on numerous occasions, viewing it weak, lazy, and a form of cheating, she had never used it against him in a harmful way.<br/><br/>Never.<br/><br/>An odd rule for a sorceress to have in a relationship, but one she did indeed live by when with him. So deciding at the last minute, she discarded all the overreacting forms of supernatural revenge and just stood there for a moment longer, taking his verbal attacks. Crossing her arms over her breasts, she fired an answer back to his last question.<br/><br/>"Yes. Yes, I do. For what other reason would you rush up here like a breeder's anorexic bitch, lapping at heels and pulling at chains, eager to do the puppeteer's will?" She stepped up close behind him, watching his back move as he continued to go through her things as if her presence could be so easily disregarded, and at that moment her anger flared.<br/><br/>Placing her left hand on his opposite shoulder, she spun him around to face her, and as soon as they were chest to chest again she landed a hard, open handed slap across his face for everything he said to her, for ignoring her, and most of all for taking Arlaine's side in the matter.<br/><br/>"You want to be on a leash, Witcher!? Bark for me then!!" She yelled at him, lifting her other hand now to come into play, wanting to slap him in the other direction, but just as she raised her hand, gathering strength and speed, Mael seemed to become hyper focused and he grabbed her hand with ridiculous speed in mid flight. He turned those prowler's eyes towards her in sudden anger that it actually made Bellatrix pause for a moment before attempting to pull her hand out of his strong grip to no avail.<br/><br/>Lifting her sole free hand to fight, he grabbed that one too, and using her wrists as anchors, turned and slammed her back into wall, knocking the back of her head against it hard, making her exhale in a sudden puff at the force and pain of it all.<br/><br/>Lifting her golden eyes under thick, dark lashes, breathing heavily, Bellatrix looked up at him and said the following words softly, slowly, and darkly:<br/><br/>"Let go of me."