Find your wings and fly.
Every rotten whisper was a lesson.
Smile more, stand straight. They're all watching you.
She was a marionette, proceeding with every pull of the string; with a hollow in her ribs for a heart and twisted a legacy to uphold. She was a tragedienne, leading her own life of make-believe; with a pair of marred wings and a recurring heartache.
You are a Black, you have the power of the purest form of magic in your veins.
The air seemed to be strangling her, spiteful words said by her mother returned in torn whispers.
Her wings couldn't be contained from the cradle to the grave.
──Wings (Excerpt)
ASTRAEA BLACK.
WITH . . .
SIRIUS BLACK, as described.
TRISTIAN NOTT, as described.
AANYA SHAN, amita suman.
REGULUS BLACK, timothée chalamet.
ANASTASIA KYUNG, jun ji-hyun.
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WARNING. lesbophobia, mild swearing, some sensitive themes.
AUTHOR'S NOTE. this fic has been in my drafts for a while now but i never actually found the courage to publish it. this book is different from what i usually write. it's okay to not be okay sometimes. you just have to trust yourself and find your wings <33
DEDICATIONS. sanedevil, velvetwaves, trumpbridge, hystericas, skeezins, killersmuse, Ioverots, aesthetelias, love you!! <3
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