Untreated Wounds | Sirius Black
The blade in her grasp ached her wrist. Like an uncleaned paintbrush, the remnants of her work remained on the delicate steel. Crimson paint smothered her canvas. His chest was hollow. The paint ran through every wrinkle in her weighted palm like a flooded river. She could still feel it beating as her fingers curled around his soul.
He did not leave her skin untouched. His chest was not the only hollow one. She too was a canvas of crimson. He too curled his fingers around her soul. They bled together.
There was something beautiful about the gorges they had carved into one another. No angel could ever find beauty in something so horrific. But with their hearts in each other's palms, clinging to the blades they had used to carve them out, to two devils, there was no greater act of love.
They left the cavities in their chest untreated and hollow.
Because not another soul could ever treat a wound so raw and bloody. Not another soul could ever fill a cavity so deep.
Not another soul could ever love Sirius Black or Lillian Cox harder than they loved one another.
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Lillian Cox and Sirius Black had always known of the blades they clutched. Violent and vicious devils, ready to use their weapons for the worse. An envious snake with venom-dripping fangs and a wounded lion with only his roar to protect him. It was in their nature to fight one another.
Until they realised it was so much easier to love than fight. Unfortunately, there were already too many wounds on their flesh to ever heal.
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MATURE CONTENT WARNING
Sirius Black x FemOC
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