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"ᴹʸ ˢᵏⁱⁿ ⁱˢ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵍˡᵃˢˢ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃᵖᵖᵃʳᵉⁿᵗˡʸ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ˢᵗᵃⁱⁿᵉᵈ. ᴮᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ⁿᵒᵗⁱᶜᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʳᵃᶜᵏˢ ᵇᵘᵗ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ˢᵉᵉ ⁱⁿˢⁱᵈᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃⁱⁿ."
𝒮𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓃𝑒 𝒩𝓎𝓍 𝒲𝒽𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓃 was the moon; condemned to a life of darkness, with no light of her own to offer the world. Her brilliance shone only when receiving brightness from the sun. But what would happen when the sun had no more light to give; what happened when his light was snuffed out. Would the shackles tying her to the desolate darkness drag her down into the abyss she had been trying so hard to escape from? Or would she find her own brilliance in time, and shine as bright as any star littering the blank canvas of the sky? Would she shatter the expectations binding her from head to toe? Or would she succumb to the darkness whom she was named for?
Selene could not tell you which side of the battle, being waged upon the plains of her body, would win. Nor could she tell you which side she wanted to reign supreme. Did she want the light - peace, love, joy, truth, faith, benevolence, humility - to eclipse the darkness simmering in her soul. Or did she want that darkness - pain, anger, sorrow, misery, guilt, resement, superiority - to predominate her body.
Sirius Black x OC
Regulus Black x OC