━ ❝ 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 ❞
where the black siblings learn that curiosity did indeed kill the cat, but the satisfaction never bought it back.
━━━ 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘦 ♡
cover by me <3
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atlas thought he was 'dead as a doornail' as alya would very often quote from dickens.
after all, a dementor did enter the compartment and practically made out with him whilst sucking his life source out.
at least he could say that he happily had his first (more like a good twelve or so) kiss before oblivion.
he felt his eyes tightly shut, but could faintly see something bright. he could tell he was on some field, the rich, earthy soil gritty among his fingertips. spouts of grass tickled his face. chirps rippled through his ears, each chorus as rich as a heavenly symphony.
a warm breeze carrying the familiar yet smoky scent of incense and tuberoses gusts over her face. inhaling the sweet aroma, he's reminded of his mum. the scent was so alike to his mums yet so different; his mum preferred the smell of sandalwood, not incense, despite lighting incense every morning before atlas himself would be up.
he slowly opens his eyes - although it felt like there were weights on his eyes- and turns his head to the left, seeing nothing but these yellow mustard flowers. masses and masses of them were in front of him, yet it seemed lonely. no bees or butterflies or insects; it was just him and a field of flowers.
he then turns his head to the right, now also seeing his sister, her mouth wide open with drool leaking from the sides, her eyes tightly shut and her body looking like a starfish.
