Post by Princess Cliche on Sept 27, 2012 23:38:14 GMT -5
Title: What's In A Name?
Rating: T?
Warnings: Implied Character death (and I don't even know if Harry Potter is allowed here. Lol. YOLO)
Word Count: 660
Black-characterized by absence of light; enveloped in darkness.
My last name, what a horrible and yet depressingly true definition. The Ancient and Noble House of Black is devoid of light, my parents the darkness that envelopes it. My brother was the little bit of light that pierced through the inky shadows that lurked ominously and thick in betwixt the halls and rooms.
I, on the other hand, chose to embrace the velvety folds of dusk and used them as a safety blanket. I took comfort in the obscurity that had been provided by it, while at the same time facing the notoriety that came with the acceptance of the territory.
I slipped farther and farther into the clutches of the falsely alluring blackness as I watched my brother undoubtedly begin to shine. Even as a little kid, Sirius broke away from the comforting embrace of the gloom, and instead ran in the sunshine, consistently doing what he must to stay happy. I hated watching it, for my own selfish reasons. He was thriving out in the blinding white, while I became sickly from the need of it.
The only source of light I received was praises from Mum, and even that was few and far between. Despite Sirius’s obvious rejection of our family’s beliefs, he still was fitter to be the heir of the House of Black than I was, or ever would be. He fit the bill, with the curly black hair (though more unkempt than Mum would have liked), his gray eyes (rare for any pureblooded family), and his ability to schmooze with those he disliked. He knew how to smooth over a situation without really fixing it all, making him perfect as a politician.
Nevertheless, he also chose to keep with his name, whether he meant to or not. The name Sirius comes from the Dog Star and it is the brightest star seen from Earth. How am I supposed to keep with such a brilliance and luminosity? He followed fate, and I yearned hungrily to follow his example.
The darkness, though, it promised security, and easy reassurance. My name had no particular attachment that would persuade me to believe in following a different fate than what my family had already planned for me. Regulus means ‘prince’ or ‘little king’. I already was role-playing as long as Sirius stayed the heir. Even with this knowledge, I still wanted to break out, and be more like my older brother.
However, the shadows held me back, pulling my farther back into the hidden recesses of the shadows. I observed Sirius closely, watching his inner aurora of light break out as our house started to become completely overshadowed in the murky darkness that came with the name of Black.
Then all light was gone, when Sirius left. I was lost, never knowing where to go.
My only beacon of light had left. It refused to be swallowed up by the shadows, and its flames burned too bright for Mums liking. He left to be a torch for the outside world. I was eager to follow him, but it was too late for me. I had been swallowed completely by the shadows a long time ago, and they were not letting me leave their arms.
The security they had promised was false, and I realized it too late. I stared blankly into the cave, and knew I what I had to do. It was my last chance to escape the dregs of the shadows that coiled their arms around me tightly, as I gasped for air, and desperately pleaded for sun.
I knew I was more than likely going to die for this act of treason against the Dark Lord, and sadly, I did not care. I would rather embrace the freedom and light that came with death than the darkness and despair that was essentially my life. I was finally going to follow my destiny.
Regulus, the lion’s heart star.
Rating: T?
Warnings: Implied Character death (and I don't even know if Harry Potter is allowed here. Lol. YOLO)
Word Count: 660
Black-characterized by absence of light; enveloped in darkness.
My last name, what a horrible and yet depressingly true definition. The Ancient and Noble House of Black is devoid of light, my parents the darkness that envelopes it. My brother was the little bit of light that pierced through the inky shadows that lurked ominously and thick in betwixt the halls and rooms.
I, on the other hand, chose to embrace the velvety folds of dusk and used them as a safety blanket. I took comfort in the obscurity that had been provided by it, while at the same time facing the notoriety that came with the acceptance of the territory.
I slipped farther and farther into the clutches of the falsely alluring blackness as I watched my brother undoubtedly begin to shine. Even as a little kid, Sirius broke away from the comforting embrace of the gloom, and instead ran in the sunshine, consistently doing what he must to stay happy. I hated watching it, for my own selfish reasons. He was thriving out in the blinding white, while I became sickly from the need of it.
The only source of light I received was praises from Mum, and even that was few and far between. Despite Sirius’s obvious rejection of our family’s beliefs, he still was fitter to be the heir of the House of Black than I was, or ever would be. He fit the bill, with the curly black hair (though more unkempt than Mum would have liked), his gray eyes (rare for any pureblooded family), and his ability to schmooze with those he disliked. He knew how to smooth over a situation without really fixing it all, making him perfect as a politician.
Nevertheless, he also chose to keep with his name, whether he meant to or not. The name Sirius comes from the Dog Star and it is the brightest star seen from Earth. How am I supposed to keep with such a brilliance and luminosity? He followed fate, and I yearned hungrily to follow his example.
The darkness, though, it promised security, and easy reassurance. My name had no particular attachment that would persuade me to believe in following a different fate than what my family had already planned for me. Regulus means ‘prince’ or ‘little king’. I already was role-playing as long as Sirius stayed the heir. Even with this knowledge, I still wanted to break out, and be more like my older brother.
However, the shadows held me back, pulling my farther back into the hidden recesses of the shadows. I observed Sirius closely, watching his inner aurora of light break out as our house started to become completely overshadowed in the murky darkness that came with the name of Black.
Then all light was gone, when Sirius left. I was lost, never knowing where to go.
My only beacon of light had left. It refused to be swallowed up by the shadows, and its flames burned too bright for Mums liking. He left to be a torch for the outside world. I was eager to follow him, but it was too late for me. I had been swallowed completely by the shadows a long time ago, and they were not letting me leave their arms.
The security they had promised was false, and I realized it too late. I stared blankly into the cave, and knew I what I had to do. It was my last chance to escape the dregs of the shadows that coiled their arms around me tightly, as I gasped for air, and desperately pleaded for sun.
I knew I was more than likely going to die for this act of treason against the Dark Lord, and sadly, I did not care. I would rather embrace the freedom and light that came with death than the darkness and despair that was essentially my life. I was finally going to follow my destiny.
Regulus, the lion’s heart star.
