O, CURSED CHILD. ﹙ harry potter ﹚

𝐂𝐗𝐗𝐕𝐈 ━━ Seven Devils

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𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐒

﹙see, i was dead when i woke up this morning﹚

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Girl,
With an accent of blood
Who speaks foreign tongues
Whose vowels are the sound of metal clasing

Warrior,
With fire in her veins
And armor beneath her skin
Who crushes the earth beneath her feet

Immortal,
Hair streaked with daggers
And iron filling her lungs
And each breath invitingly toxic

Princess,
With lips made of glass
And a voice cut from steel
Features born from thunder and battle

Heroine,
A grin made for war
And eyes flecked with ash
Striding, powerful, into the arms of death.

-- perhaps she will be the one you follow into battle [t.r]

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𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓 a hand to Seamus. He took it gratefully, looking a little out of it. His right leg gave as he steadied himself, to which Elara caught him. She placed his arm around her shoulder and began to help him towards the Great Hall. All around them were people helping the fallen or injured. She stared straight forwards as people shot her curious glances, no doubt wondering: Exactly how many has she killed?

She found she quite liked the feeling of being slightly feared, of being looked at as if she were treacherous. 

The castle was unnaturally silent. There were no flashes of light now, no bangs or screams or shouts. The flagstones of the deserted entrance hall were stained with blood. Emeralds were still scattered all over the floor, along with pieces of marble and splintered wood. Part of the banisters had been blown away.