𝒐. in which scarlet bridget is the epitome of everything sirius black hates.
━━━ ❛ somewhere along the way, I realised it's always been you ❜ 'ˎ˗
book I of the fatal flaw series
sirius black 𝒙 fem!oc
marauders era
rosyclarissa, 20...
( song for the chapter: everybody wants to rule the world — lorde the Hunger Games remix )
( trigger warning: mentions of sexual assault and rape )
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𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗜𝗦 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗣𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗥. Scarlet Bridget repeated the motto like a mantra and had it engraved on her soul. A small cottage-looking house stood within the forest before her in the middle of nowhere, and a dark gray scarf was wrapped around her head and went over her mouth; only her eyes were visible. Dark shadows emerged from the depths of the rustic woodlands. The grass was dull and dead from the heavy snow.
She wielded her wand, waved, and threw a large blue blaze over the expanse. Her hand gestured wildly as the tip of her wand shot luminesce as bright as the constellations, glittering dots all around the large place like slow fog falling. A blast of sound reached her eyes, and her red lips curled in satisfaction at the wards around the house collapsing.
With no knocks, she entered and turned around to make sure she was not being followed. That was when the figure of vast importance called for her, "You sure have an exquisite way of making an appearance, Miss Bridget."
Scarlet slammed the door shut and looked around the little house. The pungent scent of intense copper engulfed her senses, and gruesome vines wrapped itself around some of the abandoned pieces of furniture and icy tiles, somehow, Scarlet found it picturesque.
"The wards need replacing, I broke it with a flicker of my wand," her face remained stoic as she moved around the corridor and onto a room that looked like a diner. A tall and strong back was faced towards her, and he had his hands interlocked on the table with a goblet of water in front of her.
"You were only capable of breaking it because you are... you," He took a momentary pause middle of his sentence, trying to promote intense curiosity.
Scarlet sat around the corner of the table, watching the sillehoutte examine each and every one of her movements. His state filled with a cyclone of eagerness and satisfaction made her coil on the inside, but she did not present her uneasiness to her. She was not so weak after all. The suggestions of his powerful, emerald lineage were evident in his sharp, knife-like features that carried a refined essence. His dark eyes ravenous for carnage—or perhaps, a reluctance for something more.
