Sweet Divinity | Sirius Black
Her touch was like ambrosia, ichor streamed from her starlit eyes as her lungs filled with constellations. Her footsteps grew flowers in her path and her fingers created gods.
He loved her. Oh, Merlin, did he love her. The way her hands tangled in his hair and the golden sunlight graced her with a halo. She was the goddess Persephone and he was her king of the underworld. She fit perfectly with him, filling spaces he didn't even know he had. He just knew he'd be shattered without her. When they were happy, oh Merlin were they happy. The sun shone brighter, the birds sang a lovers tune. Her laugh was like music, her smile intoxicating.
But when they were mad. Oh, Merlin were they mad.
The world shook beneath them, their screams shattered glass. Gods created the biggest storms. Lightning sparked from their touches, their shoves. Their bodies clashed like stone, thunder echoing from them.
But they left chaos in their wake no matter what. Partners in crime. Her Achilles to his Patroclus.
But it was just that. Sirius Black was her fatal flaw. The man whose life she valued more than her own. And in turn, he valued her life more than his own.
It was a deathly game, begging for tragedy, begging for war. Because she really was his Achilles.
She held him when his mother cast him out with nothing more than broken bones, deep scars, and a lifetime of pain.
She welcomed him back with open arms, full of belief when he escaped prison. A raw, broken man. A man she still loved.
He held her when her life crumbled away. The war was no place for a rebellious muggle-born. Her father was the first to fall, far too brave for his own good, passed onto his daughter. Her mother went soon after, her cries the echoes of a birds song. It wasn't their fault, they knew far too little of magic. They just knew they had no chance when the Death Eaters came.
He welcomed her back when they lost their child. It wasn't her fault. He made sure she knew that every single day, even if she didn't believe so herself.
They took everything they could from her but they could never take him.
Sirius Black was her Patroclus in every sense of the word. They two were partners, companions, lovers. They were two deadly halves in a seemingly endless war that he wouldn't get to watch end.
White blurs of smoke ate up the forms of the Order of the Phoenix, crashing onto the jagged rock. The hooded members clutched their children tight. Children born into a war just as they had been. Battle cries echoed from their lips, harsh spells sparking from the tips of their wands.
She needed not to turn, her eyes already on him as she watched her Patroclus fall. Stumbling through the thin white sheen, he would leave no body. Nothing to be mourned. Sirius Black would exist as nothing more than a memory.
Her cry was so loud Merlin trembled in his grave. Fury so heavy and grief so tight. She wouldn't stop until they all laid dead at her feet. Every single Death Eater that dared play a part in his death. Bellatrix cackled the song of death.
She lost her Achilles heel and suddenly there was nothing stopping her.
Spells spat so fast that watchers got whiplash. The law thrown to the wind, she focused on nothing but vengeance.
Bellatrix was no longer laughing when his Achilles came for her. Bellatrix was no longer grinning when she lay dead at the woman's feet.
And when her deed was done. She welcomed death.
She was no longer sweet divinity when they reunited.
Her touch became daggers, sharp and violent. Blood streamed from her war-hardened eyes.
She was steel, turned to cotton when she first laid eyes upon him again.
A love, sweeter than the food of gods, even in death.
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