'And he's the best fuck that ever walked. He's beautiful - rich, in money and everything else; he's a rockstar to boot, trapped in the body of a fighter. And how he fought; at a state of turmoil with himself - somewhere inside his soul that only she...
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'She can kill with a smile, she hides like a child And she can ruin your faith with her casual lies And she only reveals what she wants you to see but she's always a woman to me She can lead you to love, she can take you or leave you She can ask for the truth but she'll never believe you But she brings out the best and the worst you can be
She's ahead of her time Oh, and she never gives out and she never gives in She just changes her mind She is frequently kind and she's suddenly cruel But she can do as she pleases, she's nobody's fool And she can't be convicted, she's earned her degree And the most she will do is throw shadows at you Blame it all on yourself, 'cause she's always a woman to me'
Hera followed slowly, languidly through the sultry shadows of the hallway. She was mildly observing him as he pottered about the kitchen and made to say something humorous but was rendered incoherent — entirely in awe of him.
"D'you mind getting me a water also?" She smiled as she walked in the room, taking a seat at the end of the counter.
Sirius nodded, his brow furrowing at the sight of the label behind the glass cabinet, "You're taking Codeine?" he puzzled, finding it strange that she kept it there of all places.
"I mean, if you're offering... " Hera joked, though it wasn't well-received, "It's prescribed, Sirius — Paracetamol, Codeine and Caffeine so that I can act like a normal human being for the day, "
He passed her the glass of water and tablets with a blank expression — perhaps curious as he watched her dissolve it in the water.
Hera gave an appreciative hum, rummaging through her mess of tea tree oils and lip balms, silk-cut cigarettes, linen sprays and stretched-out plastic hairbands sprawled across the counter — and an apparently sought-after green apple after all the lengths she'd gone to trying to locate it.
"They prescribed it to you with your — your history on codeine?"
She shrugged, holding her hand to the side of her stomach then pointing it to her back, a bit below her ribs. "It feels on fire, almost all the time. I'll take what I can get; it's been going on so long. And I've never used codeine for 'fun'... half the time I didn't even know I was on it. " Hera added, sounding noticeably brighter, "I'll be three years sober this July, "
