𝗱𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁 ❝𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗺 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿❞

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"Toujours pur

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"Toujours pur."
Always pure.


"You truly are your father's daughter."

"And I'm fucking proud of it."

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Divergent
adj;
tending to be different or develop in different directions.


"She's gone forever and it's my fault, so I'm going to use that as opportunity."

Blood trickling down her skin, waves of pleasure, insane pleasure flowing through her.

Ariel Black craved it, she watched as those who cared for her drown in sorrow and regret.

Only one person was stopping her from driving into utter madness.

That it, until the person is gone forever.













"Yeah, yeah whatever, what am I supposed to do now? Watch out for those — nargle things?"

"Yes, there's one beside you, Ariel Black."















"ARIEL BLACK, YOU LISTEN TO ME RIGHT NOW!"

If you were to first ask Ariel Marissa Black what she thought of Luna Lovegood, she would laugh and reply with, "Who the hell is that? Sounds like Loony ..." But later on, she would start to blush and feel these weird butterflies when she was around the blonde girl, when she would hold those Quibbler magazines upside down or when she would say something that made absolutely no sense; Ariel loved it. Or maybe how her blonde hair would light up in the sun ....

𝗱𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁, luna lovegood Where stories live. Discover now