Forbidden Corridor

[Bellatrix Lestrange]

She couldn't help letting a quick, genuine laugh escape as he grinned at her, his hand tangling in her hair. It was one of the reasons she liked Amycus - they understood each other. There was no sense of awe (not any more, at least), no fear, no hatred, just pure competition and a strange companionship in the madness they both had. Black insanity, indeed - seemed it had spread into other families over the years.

"I'll consider it, perhaps," she drawled, tilting her chin up to give him a haughty look. "If you're lucky. As for dancing... a somewhat fanciful metaphor for you, isn't it?"

[Amycus Carrow]

He smirked back at her, drinking in the freedom that passed over her face as she laughed with him, before leaning in agian to lightly click his teeth before her lips.

"I'm always lucky precious thing," he assured her in a low, lilting tone before breaking itno a grin again at her words. "Is it?" he mused. "Tell me then dearest, if screams are music, what else should we do but dance? And what else would you call it when that terrible madness, when all that dark power rushes through you but a beutiful dance?"

He shot her an amused look, his mouth curving up slightly.

"I may not have much romance in my soul sweet girl, but if there is anything I could wax lyrical on, its this. Couldn't you?"

[Bellatrix Lestrange]

"Careful, Amycus," she warned him playfully, shooting him a coy look. "I'm married, remember? I wouldn't want to have to curse you."

She considered what he'd said for a moment. True, it was beautiful - and strangely, darkly romantic, if you wanted to view it that way - but she'd never really thought of it as a dance. Screams were music, thrilling and jolting but music all the same, but she preferred to think of it as music she made others produce, made others dance to. She would rather think of herself as the maestro or puppeteer behind it all than one of the performers. In this sense, at least.

"I would say it is freedom," she responded slowly, giving him a gleaming, excited and vicious smile. "Freedom and control at the same time. Irony at its finest."

[Amycus Carrow]

"Don't worry Bella-darling, I wont hold it against you," he countered, flashing her a toothy grin, before his head tilted, face becoming contemplative at her words. Freedom and control...? It was a novel way of putting it, but he could see where she was coming from - like a meistro orchestrating a frantic, savage piece of music. Freedom to express, control to make others follow suit. He could certainly see why the image would appeal to someone like Bella... though personally he felt that the music demanded of them almost as much as it demanded of those around them. They were the instrument, not the player.

"Freedom...? I suppose it is in a way," Amycus mused, rolling over the term in his mind. "Though i prefer to think of it as release."

[Bellatrix Lestrange]

"Because I was so scared you would," she returned tauntingly.

At his description, she flashed him an amused look. Typical. Just typical. Right, in a way - it was a form of release, a way of relaxing, using up energy, sating the anger and the hatred and the desperate need to hear someone scream, to see blood.

"Amycus, dear, you think of everything as release."

[Amycus Carrow]

"Thats because I believe in indulgance," he countered, flashing her a very male, very cocky grin. "I don't deny myself anything. If I want something I take it. When I'm tense I find a way to relax... one way or another."

"Why?" he added arching an eyebrow at her. "Don't tell me you practice self restraint all of a sudden sweetness?"