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SALVATORE
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"the summer's hot and i've been waiting for you, all this time i've adored you. can't you see you're meant for me?"
Beatrice Theodora Salvatore is cursed - she just doesn't know it yet. And not in the metaphorical sense of the word, but literally. As her blood circulates her body it rots, until one day it simply won't work anymore. Her time is falling through her hands like sand.
Regulus Arcturus Black is scared. Scared to go to Hogwarts, scared to get sorted into Gryffindor like his beloved blood-traitor brother, and scared of what his future will most certainly hold. Every decision he makes isn't really his, it's theirs. Every step he takes drags him into deeper water, until he is submerged.
The pair only made sense, as reliable to each other as the changing seasons and the rising golden sun. But how does that saying go?
❝ Nothing gold can stay.❞ — robert frost, beatrice salvatore and many others
