<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>: Karen Morhen - Dining Hall-----> Mael's bedroom<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Mael<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The morning dragged on with such unending boredom that Bellatrix actually considered going back to bed. The crisp morning fog was dissipating due to the rising sunlight, the initial chill wearing off as the day grew bolder. The dining hall was losing its guests, and since no one was speaking to her, the woman finished her light breakfast and morning wine before pushing her chair back from the table to exit the room without a word.<br/><br/>She considered going to the study to read, or maybe even outside to go riding, but neither of those options appealed to her enough to do it. She considered briefly to go after Mael and see what the hell he was up to since he had to go and comfort little-Miss-crybaby after kissing Conor. But she knew the witcher would most likely not want to see her right now.<br/><br/>How long had they been doing this dance now? Five years or so? This scurry-in and scurry-out technique that left her feeling more hollow every time it occurred, and yet....it was her doing. She knew the man loved her, wanted things to be simple, wanted -her- to get her shit together and stop acting like a child. There was fire in her, but instead of using it to warm things up, she used it for destruction, to burn it all down.<br/><br/>How can one change from that?<br/><br/>She thought to go back to her own room, but suddenly it seemed cold and empty. Yes, she had decorated it lavishly, procuring styles from her homeland and giving this colder northern region some rich colors. But there was no joy, no warmth, just an unending reminder of how desolate she was purposefully making her life. Turning the corner in the opposite direction at the top of the stairs, she made her way to Mael's room. She hadn't seen him re-enter or come back into the keep at all, so the expectation was that his room would be empty upon entering. There in his room she felt whole, secure, satisfied. Bellatrix couldn't quite remember the exact moment he spoke to her soul, awakening it, but it's never slept since.<br/><br/>Maybe it -was- time for a change. Maybe they could talk and she could really confess to him that kissing Conor was really just to get back to Arlaine and not him, that every time she left him wasn't because her feelings for him in her heart had lessened, but had intensified, that he had become a weakness to her, maybe-<br/><br/>"What the-? Hey! Asshole!" Walking into his room just then and seeing him rip through her things like a crazed animal evaporated the thoughts she had been thinking and just like that they were back to how they had always been. Her golden eyes were widened as she took a step in, her hands out, palms turned upward in confusion as she looked all around his floor and saw her clothing, jewelry, brushes, and trinkets littered everywhere. Bellatrix's initial assumption was that he was destroying her things, but nothing seemed ripped or ruined so that meant........the sorceress gasped outloud as realization hit her. "You're looking for something! Aren't you?" Her volume increased incredulously as the mental pieces fell in place and she approached him rather quickly and violently.<br/><br/>Bellatrix got close and placed her hands on his chest and attempted to shove him back, stepping forward so as to maintain the same distance between them as she pushed him again and again, throwing accusations at him until he would be backed against the wall. "Looking for that bitch's thing, huh? Oh, she told you the story? How she accused me and, what....you -believed-her?? Are you and her best friends,<em>Mael</em>?" When she said his name her tone turned cynical and harsh as she got in his face, now chest to chest, her amber eyes flashing. She was much shorter than him, only really reaching his shoulders, so to make herself taller the woman stood up on her toes, their noses almost touching.<br/><br/>The snarl that escaped from her lips was dark and treacherous, displaying how angered she was that he would side with Arlaine in this argument and believe her, actually thinking that Bella would steal something from the other woman. Mael was much better at maintaining his calm veneer, but she could tell he was on the edge too, but instead of backing down, Bellatrix unwisely continued, tilting her head to the side and sneering: "Or did she buy your loyalty, witcher? Did she bargain for your aid with words and kisses of devotion? Or did she simply drop to her knees and wrap those pink lips around your cock?"