MOONLIGHT SONATA . . . regulus black

𝖝𝖎𝖎𝖎. let the tongues of fire devour me

green flames, soaked in pine tree essence
twist and turn, shape and shift
crackle in slytherin's fireplace.

let the tongues of fire devour my aquamarine eyes
possess and poison them with haunting nightmares that only appear after the clock strikes midnight.

rabastan's corpse was still fresh in my mind
skin as white as heaven's halls
sticky strawberry syrup running down his hands
a dagger forgotten on the bathroom's floor.

death.

oh, how much i hated death.
how delicate the string of someone
life was ─ words were enough to cut it
like a pair of golden scissors.
i was scared to find myself gasping for air, lungs filled with liquid stars and orbs
the shade of poseidon's aquatic palace turning the pale colour of melting ice.

you took a seat beside me,
offering me a mug filled with butterbeer.