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Title: Decline From Lover
Pairing: Bellatrix/Voldemort
Prompt: The Decline of All Things
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 255
Summary: At first, their romance was passionate…
Link to Prompt Table: http://gamma-x-orionis.livejournal.com/
At first, Bellatrix had been pleased – more than pleased – with how things were with the Dark Lord. She did not crave recognition from anyone else. She was happy to know that she was his favoured Death Eater, and all that mattered to her was that he knew that too.
And, at first, he did. For all the coldness that he projected to the world, he seemed genuinely interested in Bellatrix. He tested her limits as she tested his, curious as to how she would react to him, and this pleased Bellatrix. It meant he showed interest in her, and that was all she cared about.
But all good things came to an end, and it was not long before the novelty of having such an eager and willing lover wore off for the Dark Lord. He lost interest in the passion that had filled their early trysts, and Bellatrix’s role quickly declined to simply following his directions to give him pleasure. She tried to inject passion into her actions – even the most mechanical of them – but he would not react. He scarcely seemed to notice her anymore.
On the increasingly rare occasions that Bellatrix was permitted to sleep in the Dark Lord’s bed – not to touch him, not to drift off in his arms, no, nothing of that sort, simply to share the bed – she cried into her pillow, for could see the way things had declined.
Where once she had been the Dark Lord’s lover, now she was scarcely so much as his whore.