what hurts the most

Deathbelle wasn’t sure she had ever been so happy before in her life. She attained a completeness that had never truly taken hold of her. This was where she was always supposed to be, beside Sirius, as his other half. Life had kept them apart, built and destroyed their relationship equally, but now finally she had him. She was complete, she knew happiness, she knew hope again. Belle was smiling again, and easily, unlike any other time in her life. Seer saved her when he made her his own, when he finally claimed her life like she had wanted and needed for so long.

She waited for him, she knew he would come to collect her any day. Then she heard his call from Habari, seeking his children to congregate but the summons for her never came. Sirius didn’t come back for her. Days passed, and it felt like each minute he was gone that her hope died, her happiness left, and she tried so hard to convince herself she was wrong, that he hadn’t forgotten about her. That her prince would return to save her from her despair and loneliness. But he never did.

Depression built, but she refused to allow it to consume her, and she refused to believe what her heart already knew. She had been discarded again. Deathbelle was well and truly cursed, but she was headstrong. She wouldn’t believe fully until the words fell from his lips, she wouldn’t give up until he freed her. She belonged to Sirius, if she was the light of his life like she wished she was, or just an inconvenience after her usefulness had run out.

She lingered on the border between Habari and the Armada, her heart yearning for the man that had saved her, but deep down knowing he would be the one that finally killed her.