𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐀 | Jegulus
❪𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫 ❫ ━ "On the occasion when the sun would set to sleep, and the moon light would sing to life, periwinkle lips sweetly brush along the jagged thorns of a rosebush. Unafraid of the crimson pooling between torn flesh, for offering nature what was there's was no pain. To offer roses lathered with ambrosia decorated along the petals was no gruelling endeavour, it was a gift." ༉⭑₊˚| ༉‧₊˚.
𝗢𝗥 𝗥𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗹𝘂𝘀 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸, the Black families resident seer, after being torn apart by inferi met the Goddess Hecate herself. It goes to shit from there, or maybe it doesn't. Regulus is just salty is all.
