strange neighbor

Rabastan doesn't like to think about the work it took getting his boat into the water. He doesn't like to think about how Woobly his arms felt afterward, or how he collapsed into A Heap, or how he slept for the next day. ...Actually, that last part he rather enjoys thinking about. Sweet Idleness.

ANYWAY it's worth Not Thinking about because then it's as if the boat appeared in the water especially for his birthday. Sails furled (or is it Unfurled?), ropes rigged (probably), Large Fucking Rock dragged halfway across the island in a makeshift barrow and wrapped about with more ropes to make an anchor...

And now it's his birthday, a bloody lovely occasion for rest, relaxation, and debauchery.

The boat's laden with what booze he could pilfer--a single gourd--and other Refreshments. He told people to come at sunset. He hopes they come in good time.

Today, Rabastan Lestrange is Twenty Years Old, and he intends to Make the Most of it. Perhaps there will be sex!

Rabastan extricates himself from Regulus' hungry grasp, and with a half-smile curving his lips, pulls his lover further into the jungle by the beltloops. It's not long before he judges them far enough from the general crowds; he halts and, grinning, trails slow fingers down Regulus' cheek and along his arm.

He advances, forcing Regulus' steps until he's backed up against a wide tree, and kisses him hard.

The Vastness of the ocean is such a lie. It's vast, yeah, but where can you go? Nowhere. He and Regulus're leaning on the rail of the Pearl's deck, gazing at said vastness....and it only seems to get vaster. More vast. Whatfuckingever.

Rab sighs. Regulus has to ask hard questions, doesn't he? Can't put it off any longer.

"I hate you. House is the sodder with the cane? Alright, kill him. Screw Jack, coz, you know, it's Jack. And marry Lucius." He glances at Reg just in time to see his expression. "What? For the money."

homeplot: v. rabastan

( rab is going home... )

if you've got an interested pup, please feel free to comment with suggestions! this is all very roughly sketched in my brain.

Christmas Eve, 1976
Hogsmeade

( In which Rabastan Lestrange kisses Marisa Sinistra )

Rabastan bites meditatively at his lower lip and gives the makeshift harness a tug. The wall holds, the straps seem sturdy... He smirks in the dark of his treehouse room. Regulus has gone off somewhere, and after the first lonely hour, Rab decided it might be time to prepare his surprise welcome.

He's been restless lately--a restlessness he attributed first to his empty pack of fags, then to the dearth of drinkable liquor on the island, then to island living in general. And then yesterday, flipping through his little notebook (filled with the flatnumbers of birds he'd played with), he realized what it was: the thrill of dominance.

It seems melodramatic to him now that he's got it all set up, but what sort of person would he be if he tried to deny his own base instincts?

Exactly.

Rabastan breaks out into a grin, and as night falls, waits for Regulus to come home.

week five
rabastan meets the very presidential zaphod beeblebrox
and tumbles into regulus
attends a party
tries to find bellatrix and runs into lots of other people

1. he is Very Lazy. not just your run-of-the-mill teenage laziness--if it were, he'd have grown out of it, in theory. rather, Rabastan hates to put effort into anything. he got through Hogwarts on charm and passed his courses by regurgitating any knowledge he picked up during lectures. he perfected the art of borrowing others' homework and rewording them for really important assignments, but wherever possible, he coasted on his natural intelligence and talent. he really is rather intelligent, and fairly talented, but he'd be brilliant if he worked for it. he's just never cared enough.

2. he considers the Mark on his arm to be one of the biggest Fuck-Ups he's ever made. sure, it opened some doors socially, but would the pureblood elite have excluded him if he didn't join up? he knows the answer to that, though, especially now as he's seen firsthand what happens to people who dare to have Second Thoughts. at the time, he knew if he didn't follow the Golden Son, Rodolphus, into service, Father would cut him out of the will; of course, Father died not long after, and there's no turning back. having managed to avoid any seriously dirty work up until his arrival on the island, he considers himself extraordinarily lucky--especially with what Severus told him about Azkaban.

3. that said, he has some Very Unsavory Appetites. so far as he can see, the only good that's come out of Death Eater-dom is that it provides him a no-questions-asked outlet for his Questionable Pursuits. he's a sadist, and revels in dominating his lovers. what his willing lovers wouldn't consent to, he tried on Muggles. what tricks may have gotten him in trouble with the Ministry, he did under the cloak and mask of his uniform. he's not really a nice person, something that hasn't expressed itself so much on the island yet because he's out of Rodolphus' shadow...and maybe it's time to try something new.

4. he never knew his mother and has no idea how she died. Father never talked about her, and Rabastan learned at a very young age not to ask, lest Father give him a thorough tour of the torture device room. even when he stopped being afraid of the Room, he remained wary of Father. from the few scraps he's picked up from other people, he believes she was sister to Regulus' mother, but he has no way of confirming this. when he got older, he got it into his head that not only had Father killed Mum himself, but that he'd hidden her remains somewhere in the Lestrange Manor. after Father died, the manor parties inevitably led to a very drunk Rabastan leading scavenger hunts through the house looking for Mummy's Bones--once it escalated to Rab ripping up the floorboards of Father's study in his inebriated zeal. after all that, though, he never found them--not until they appeared on the island, that is.

5. he hates the island. and he loves it. part of Rabastan very much wants to wake up one morning in his bed to discover this was all a very Fucked Up Dream. but the larger part is intensely grateful for the second chance it's afforded him. this may be a world without magic, a world that likes to toy with its denizens-- but it's also a world where his Dark Mark has no meaning, where Regulus' death will never affect him, and where all the aspects of himself he doesn't like can fall away with no one the wiser. he knows that even had Regulus lived, they would never have reached the point they're at now; and though his thoughts on that matter may still be very muddled, he wouldn't give it up. the one thing he really misses is a constant supply of Good Liquor.