The IC Anon Fanmail Meme

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The IC Anon Fanmail Meme

This meme is similar to the Anon Questions Meme, except that the characters get anon fanmail instead of anon questions.

[The Rules]

1. Post as your characters, and write down the name, canon, preferences, etc.

2. Go around and find another character, go anon, and send them IC anon fanmail. The fanmail can be as sincere or insincere as you wish. The anon characters can de-anon anytime the mun wishes to do so. Staying anon till the end is fine, too. 

3. Tag away, and be excellent to each other! No wank, please. 

 

Comments

[sadistic]

[Any fool who values his life — any servant too fearful to disobey orders — might eventually be called loyal. But it isn't out of fear that they submit. Their only fear is disappointing their master. And if they should fail, the agony of failure itself would be far, far worse than anything Voldemort could mete out as a punishment. She knows this is true of herself, and feels in this moment that it must be true of both of them.

Barty, with the love of a son for his surrogate father, and Bellatrix with a love that permits no other, and burns brighter in futility. Through his most willing servants, the Dark Lord exploits the only force he cannot himself understand.

Malfoy's already proven himself an opportunist. That's a horrible trait in these times (not to mention, a bad influence on Cissy) but she doesn't actively dislike him. She has no idea, truly, why he doesn't like her; or why he sometimes flinches when she speaks. Bellatrix is the dark counterpoint to every note her sister hits. It's possible that's uncomfortable for him, being confronted by a mad and hateful inversion of the qualities that endear him to a person. Who can say? It's a mystery.]

Oh, lovely. At last, someone with a bit of charm. You know precisely what to say.

[She sees the possibility that he's trying to sway her, but awareness doesn't mean the effort's wasted. The natural suggestion of disdain on her lips softens somewhat, at the edges. It's a good thing; a better thing, in fact, than her predatory smile.

It is the right place for him, yes. It has to be, doesn't it? There's no opportunity to back out, and his father's certainly not going to give him what he's looking for.]

There's your proof, honestly. Little boys don't know how to speak at all. Don't know the art of it.

busy days~

[liquidsky]

[Their devotion, born out of love - if not entirely of the same nature - is what they have in common. More than their ideals, their goals and backgrounds, a deeper bond than the robes and masks and their pure blood. He recognizes her as his only equal where true and absolute loyalty is concerned and for that alone, even if for nothing else, he would respect her.

But naturally there is more to her. There is the way she strikes fear in people, there is her undeniable power, her insanity, that only serves to make her an even more dangerous opponent instead of proving to be a flaw. He did indeed, in some ways, even admire her. It wasn't just a show he put on to please her, but through that truth it might be that he actually managed.]

Most don't, even after they've grown.

[He makes no show of hiding that he thinks himself better than her husband, better than the others, either. Their lord had shown him his favour, so why would he not recognize his own worth, if Voldemort himself did?]

And they fear you too much to show what manners they have.

I know how that goes. You're always worth the wait, yourself.

[sadistic]

[She wouldn't speak of her feelings openly, but they're no source of shame. Who among them wouldn't choose to love their master in that way, or in any way, if it were within their power to choose whom to love? It's another kind of reverence. It would only be insolent if she expected something to come of it. She doesn't dare.]

Fear's another politeness. Showing fear where it's owed. Even some of the filth can manage that. Screaming before I've cast a thing or laid a finger, as if they already know what the pain will be.

[There's a great deal to be done with fear, speaking practically. It is, for her purposes, much more useful than respect. She'll accept it with pleasure from her allies as well as her enemies.

It's her turn to take a step closer to him, but she tries more than that. She moves to brush Barty's cheek with the back of her hand. It's both unduly familiar and an unexpected invasion of his personal space. Her own sense of propriety — something she'd resent someone else for forgetting — having apparently failed her. Given that he is observant, it's possible he's seen her do this type of thing to others in the past. It's no intimidation tactic, although it might seem so in light of her question. Her voice pitches slightly higher, but nowhere near its shrill worst.]

And you? Since you've shown me your manners, am I to assume you have no such fears?

As are you, naturally! And... Merlin help me, I ship it.

[liquidsky]

[Oh, Barty does quite enjoy watching fear in others. It is, perhaps, part of the appeal that led him down this path. Intimidation, authority, all the things he hates about his father... They feel quite a bit different when the ball is in his court.]

Which do you prefer, then, my lady Lestrange? The ones that scream and beg or the ones that don't want to break?

[An honest question, asked with actual interest. But then his mind is rather overtaken, for the moment, by watching her as one might watch something venomous. He has seen her do it before, but so far he'd never received that much attention. Perhaps it had been a mistake to draw it on him, but he can't find it in himself to regret it. His tongue darts out to wet his dry lips, but there is no show of nerves aside from that and even that is more a quirk than anything else.]

The only thing I fear is disappointing our Lord. Would you have me fear you?