what hurts the most

Sirius was the one that rekindled the flame in her and without the source of fire she had swiftly burned up and out. Deathbelle was resigned to her fate now. Her life was not over when Zee returned but when she gave herself fully to this man that she had loved. This wasn’t the first time she had contemplated the curse on her head, the one that had struck every wolf that loved her, all but Sirius who had never really been hers. It was always the other way around.

She had closed her eyes and honestly had hoped she would feel the pressure of those terrible fangs puncture her soft skin. A final embrace as Seer held her body as she slipped blissfully into the next plane. There was nothing though. No chain, no execution. Her eyes blinked open as he said her name, almost unable to comprehend what she asked of him. She didn’t relax, she couldn’t relinquish her request.

”Please.” She begged him. She knew what life without him was like, she had tried so hard to stay away from him. Their destinies and lives were far too intertwined. Now that they had so much more between them she couldn’t return to a life deprived of him in it. ”I don’t know what else to do. I can’t go back.” She couldn’t go back, it would be a long drawn out death instead of the swift goodnight he could offer.