junecries
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Regulus Black was never pure. There's blood under his fingernails and cold in his bones, sharp edges honed in quiet hallways, a boy forged from duty and ruin, darkness woven into his very breath. And then there's Vaelora potter who burns with the kind of hope that should be impossible, and he hates her for it, the way she stands in the wreckage and still dares to shine.
But he wants her. Gods, he wants her like a curse,
like a blade he'd press against his own throat
just to feel something bright one last time. He wants her like damnation, and he'd choose it, every time,
with shaking hands and a smile on his lips.
REGULUS BLACK HARRY POTTER
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