She is a star, burning herself alive.
𝑖𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ , Dahlia Black's fears her family legacy of insanity will follow her, and a certain red head helps her realise being a snake isn't too bad.
George Weasley / OPHELIVRSE
Stars are not small or gentle. They are writhing and dying and burning. They are not here to be pretty.
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Drunk Walk Home / OPHELIVRSE
DAHLIA CARINA BLACK DID NOT HAVE A FATHER. Of course, the girl understood basic biology, understood that she had a father, but she'd never met the man. During the eleven years of her existence on earth, Dahlia's world had only ever been herself and her mother. She knew nothing about the man, no name, no photos, no being told she had his features.
It would be a complete lie for Dahlia to say she'd never thought about this mysterious man, because she had. She'd often frequent the dreams when a random faceless, but handsome man would appear- perhaps she'd walk into the kitchen in the morning, and there he'd be, standing with a cup of coffee, arm around her mother, or maybe she'd come down for dinner, and there would be three places set up in front of the usual two. As the girl got older, she realised how foolish that dream was, to imagine what it would be like to have a father, but a part of Dahlia, the little wide eyed four year old would never understand her mother's lack of reply when the girl asked her mother about why she was the only one without someone to write a letter to on father's day.
Dahlia's mother liked to pretend her father didn't exist, never spoke about him, and slowly the curiosity inside Dahlia died, and she learnt to adopt the same attitude, eventually believing it. It wasn't like Dahlia didn't have questions, she was a child, and a part of her felt as though she deserved an answer, but the look of absolute devastation that would flitter across her mother's face whenever the topic was broached made her realise that maybe, she didn't need to know the answers. Maybe she was okay with it being just her and her mother. After all, Dahlia's mother had never fallen short in anything, always doing her absolute best to give Dahlia the best she could, all the while being a single mother. The two didn't have any other family, at least not that they wanted to associate with, considering most of the members of the Noble House of Black were imprisoned or dead. It had almost exclusively been Dahlia and Carina, and the girl learned to enjoy the solitude, finding peace in the quiet.
The only other person Dahlia would remotely call family was her Uncle Jasper, not that he was actually related to her. She didn't know how he fit into this little family that Dahlia and Carina had created, but he'd shown up the night of her sixth birthday, knocking on the door, drenched from the rain outside, with a present in hand, and a melancholy look in his eyes, and he'd never left. Dahlia had always been curious about the relationship between her mother and her uncle, unsure of who he was, or why he came around as much as he did. Initially he was there for Dahlia, and Dahlia only, and that was clear, there was an awkward sort of politeness between the two adults- almost like neither wanted to be present in each other's company, but over the years, Jasper became a part of their little family.
