Sex With Snakes

in love & hate, till death do us part - b.z [2]

WARNINGS: mature content, obscene language, arranged marriage, consumption of alcohol, minor violence, angst, toxic familial relationships, choking, this is LONG.

DISCLAIMER - NOT PROOF READ.

Anastasia Blackwood & Blaise Zabini

I couldn't stand the sight of Lorenzo tonight. I love him, yes, but the sight of him is just as much of a reminder of what I'll never have as Blaise is. In fact, Lorenzo's eyes are far more painful to be lost in when your husband's arm is around your waist and you're singing Lifehouse's 'Fallin' Even More In Love With You' at the top of your lungs.

It's basically tradition for the newly weds to run away from their wedding party to get an early start to their honeymoon so I'm not worried about what people will think when they realize Blaise and I are both missing. No, what I'm actually worried about is why Blaise decided to follow me up here after I obviously ran away so I could catch my fucking breath a bit.

As usual though, I ignore him. I sit on our bed with my head in my hands and now I'm actively holding back the tears I was ready to let free a few seconds ago. My dress suffocates me, as does my makeup and my hair that is held up tightly to ensure I look absolutely perfect for as long as there are cameras on me. I love this dress as much as I hate the memories that are now attached to it.

I hear Blaise move from his spot in front of the door and I can picture him gracefully crossing the room in long strides to stand in front of me. Even the sight of his shoes annoy me. Black converses. They're nice, not a speck of dust in sight. I love converses actually, I have three pairs myself. But these are his. And I hate his guts. So I hate his fucking shoes too.

When he speaks, his voice is uneven and I know how hard it is for him to speak to me right now. I'm angry at the fact that I care how hard it is for him to speak to me. Because why should I? He's ruined my life, why the bloody fuck should I care how he feels about all of this? He did this.

"Are you okay?" I almost laugh. I want to laugh. Am I okay? No. No I'm fucking not, he should know that seeing that he's the fucking asshole that has buried me in this godforsaken marriage. But his voice is soft and I can't laugh in his face and tell him how much I hate him because he's trying to help. I know deep down that this is our parents' fault. But I cannot hate my father and he loves his mother. Blaise and I bonded over our shared determination to make our parents proud and our love for Lorenzo. Isn't it poetic that Hecate has damned us both through the people we love most?

I whisper my response and I'm surprised he hears me, "I'm fine." my voice breaks and a few tears slip free but I stand and move to leave the room so quickly I'm sure my words don't even register to him. However, Blaise is a quidditch player, his reflexes are as fast as humanly possible and he catches my wrist as soon as I turn to leave.

"Don't walk away while I'm speaking to you, come on, Ana, you know how much I resent that." his arrogance returns and so does my ability to disrespect a man.