it was in the human nature to be self destructive.

to crave what you can't have

to take ferocious bites out of garnet speckled pomegranates

to laugh as it smears your mouth red, dripping on your chin the hue of summer suns and campfires.

this is why rabastan lestrange fell in love with me.

i wanted to refuse him.

i wanted to push him away from me.

but i was a no one

and he had everything.

the last thing he needed

was his own personal queen.