here is maë. girl. mortal. philosopher. harbinger of death. here is armie. boy. god. lover. armageddon. and here is the end of the world.

"My mother called me Neptune, after the roman god of the sea. She had no idea..." 63 in Poetry on September 27th 2015.

trigger warning It wasn't meant to end this way. It wasn't meant to end in yelling and throwing. It wasn't meant to end with Jessie storming out of the common room in tears. It wasn't meant to end with Sirius punching the wall until he bled. The anger wasn't meant to come crashing back into his head. The depression wasn't meant to creep back into hers. But what did they expect? What did they expect when they put two walking disasters together? Because they sure as hell didn't expect what they got: a time bomb. A bomb that exploded and took everything with it. Sirius Black short story, written in poetry.

I'll never have the kind of goodness you have living inside you. Twilight Saga Au / Jacob Black.