Walburga Black did not fall in love. That was not something she did, she had decided that much when she was young.
Because her examples of love were rotten and stained with blood, like a corpse in a crime scene. If love was in marriage and what her father and mother had was “love”, Walburga would have rather drowned at sea than live a life like that. Like her mother. Quiet and docile, like a doll more than human.
What she did realize, she was that she was already falling in love.
It was in the quiet moments she spent with Druella, watching Druella stretch before a dance or pull her hair into a braid. The gentle movements of Druella’s hand like a whisper in the wind, folding in her golden hair with this sweet smile on her face. Sweet enough that Walburga felt like she might get a cavity if she stared too long.
It was in the loud moments—the laughter in the dark in sync to the pounding rain. The secrets shared in the cries of a storm. The tears shed in mourning or in joy—it was in the kingdom of memories, an invisible castle, the only place between heaven or hell strong enough to hold what they felt for each other.
It was in every breath and every word, it was in every touch they shared—every brush of hands and every time they dared to hold each other too close.
Walburga had not realized it until it was too late, but she had fallen prey to the world’s most tempting predator; the devil had coerced her into committing the worst sin. The sin of loving; of holding someone far too close, of daring to strip off the armour of a battle-worn soul.
The first time Druella pressed a kiss to her lips. It was different from the peck on her cheek or her hand, it was something holy. Almost religious. Walburga had wanted to take her face in her hands, cup it like a grail holds holy water, and tell her the truth. The ache that grew inside of her, squirming under her skin, when she had to think about letting her go.
Walburga’s lips met Druella’s and that was the only way Walburga might ever find herself in heaven. If this love was sin, her soul might rot in the flames of hell eternally, and she would still find bliss in holding onto this memory.
There was no one who knew the cold hunger or the cruel nature of Walburga’s mind better than Druella, and there was no one who knew how to soothe her pain better than Druella. Sometimes Walburga wondered if in a way, she had cheated god. Was it alright to feel Heaven, even in pieces like this, without ever having to die?
Walburga had asked once, “do you think it’s okay for us to do this?” She had asked with little hesitance in her voice. It did not matter what Druella said, because as long as Druella might let her, Walburga would follow her to the ends of the earth.
“Why wouldn’t it?” Druella had traced her lips lightly over Walburga’s neck. Walburga’s eyes fluttered close. The brush of her lips on Walburga’s skin was the flutter of angel’s wings reaching to the sky.
“Isn’t it wrong?” Walburga whispered, but she didn’t let Druella go. How could she? How could she ever imagine a life where she didn’t get to hold Druella’s hand?
“Do you think it is wrong to love?” Druella’s lips moved to Walburga’s cheek, cupping Walburga’s face in her hands. Walburga reached for Druella’s fingers, tracing over Walburga’s lips, and pressed a kiss to the back of Druella’s hand.
“And, anyway, who decides what is wrong and right?” Druella murmured. “If it was up to me to decide if this love was wrong or right, I would say nothing else in the world would ever feel right again if I didn’t get to experience it with you. The sunsets and the stars and even the push and pull of the ocean at midday…I don’t want to experience any of it if I can’t experience it with you.”
Druella’s hands moved to Walburga’s chest, feeling the thump of her heart.
“Is it so wrong to want to feel like I am capable of being loved just as I am capable of loving?” Druella kissed Walburga again, with the same reverence as she always did, “is it so wrong I want to prove to you that you can love, too? That you’re worth all the love I can give and more?”
“How can you ever expect me to believe I am, at all, worth any bit of your love?”
“If you don’t believe me now, I will make it my life’s mission to make sure that someday, you will.”
Walburga held Druella’s hands in her own, and just then, the sun flickered above them, like the heavens wanted to answer. How was love ever to be considered a sin?
How could something this pure ever be evil?
- I haven’t posted abt Ravendove in a hot minute sorry guys but I’m back on my Ravendove grind hehhe
I’ll also post more of my Ravendove fic soon bc yurrrr
Sorry if the dialogue is a bit chunky or cheesy…
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