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LOVER — regulus black
written — 2022
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Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
— William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
εïз my delicate flower
the name her mother had given her during her childhood a name that should bring delight to her heart yet it brought such horrific memories, strings being pulled by the puppet master itself, a dull ache in her heart a scream stuck in her throat
why couldn't she breathe?
had she been drowning in freezing water no she was suffocating in her own thoughts question after question passing her mind she thought more about her question looking for an answer in books or flowers or in a blue sky that held no clouds
'do you blame yourself odette?'
'Should I blame myself for something so stupid'
'one day you'll know the answer'
her touch felt cold regulus remembered the first time she had touched him he felt chills run down his spine but he liked it the pain it brought after a while made him crave her touch more, she had maintained their friendship as it was, linking her hand with his every time he seemed stressed, her beauty utterly magnificent enchanting a man who had been rumored to have no heart, 'i'll be here regulus' his sweet poison, a rose as red as the blood they held in their bodies began to blossom before their eyes.
'do you fear your destiny ' 'i don't fear what is to come'
such obscure things happened right in front of her the lies that spilled from her father's mouth had become the truth to her why was she so naive? her mothers cries became another note on her piano another melody in the ears of her angels
'do you wish to love someone?'
'love?'
she dreamt of such things as a child reading books of lovers yearning for such a thing she never saw love with father and mother, during her third year she had felt a taste of love she latched onto it allowing herself to enjoy those moments but every first love must end true joy never lasted long for such a damaged doll.
