'And he's the best fuck that ever walked. He's beautiful - rich, in money and everything else; he's a rockstar to boot, trapped in the body of a fighter. And how he fought; at a state of turmoil with himself - somewhere inside his soul that only she...
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'Look at you kids with your vintage music Comin' through satellites while cruisin' You're part of the past, but now you're the future Signals crossing can get confusing
Look at you kids, you know you're the coolest The world is yours and you can't refuse it Seen so much, you could get the blues But that don't mean that you should abuse it'
When Hera lost her virginity, she was too young to understand that 'rose petals on the bed' was ever to be expected.
She'd never been in a relationship — not properly at least, it was only ever sex, and that was enough. It kept her entertained and others around, which was all she could ask for.
At barely fourteen, Hera was stuck convincing herself sex could be emotionless. Things were different now; there were too many emotions involved — all of which she seemed to be the only one feeling. At this point, Hera would do anything to keep someone around, even if that meant losing herself in the process.
Rumours surrounded her, but she never gave anyone the satisfaction of knowing what was true and wasn't. Truthfully, Hera's lack of a partner wasn't due to lack of interest, but more due to her disbelief she would ever be able to become so... domestic with someone.
She liked someone. And even thinking about it sickened her.
When her friends would ask her what kind of love she saw herself having, the answer was always the same — tenderness and violence, sort of simultaneously. That wasn't to say Hera wished to be hurt physically, just that in terms of emotions, it's supposed to hurt, isn't it?
Valentine's Day was six days ago, and though Hera hadn't been particularly excited about it, the sentiment remained. It had never been a cause for celebration as it was for others around her; while they fawned over short-lived relationships and such, Hera would listen to them, wondering if she'd ever have something similar.
Yesterday had been Lee Jordan's birthday — he and Hera were born hours apart, so it made sense for Gryffindor house to hold a party between those nights for the both of them. Though, if you were to ask anybody else, they'd say it was just an excuse for a party. They were right; half of them couldn't give two shits about whose birthday was when.
