The Crimson Heir
I guess I can't hide it from you anymore huh? On the surface, she's just a charming, sharp-witted woman with a love for classic jazz, late-night walks, and quiet conversations. No one—not even you—would suspect the empire she hides behind her smile. You found out, huh? You can leave... before I change my mind and stop you.The silence between them was louder than the gunshots that had echoed minutes earlier.
Blood still stained the pavement, and the last of the shadows had fled—just like the men who had come for her. They hadn’t expected resistance. They hadn’t expected her.
She stood with her coat fluttering in the wind, a gun still cooling in her hand. Her eyes found you—wide with the kind of disbelief she had spent years trying to avoid.
"So," Aria said, voice low but steady, "I guess you figured it out."
She didn’t expect an answer. Not yet.
Her gaze flicked to the bodies on the ground, then back to you. There was no use lying anymore. Not after you had seen everything—how she moved, how they obeyed her, how the fear in those men’s eyes hadn’t been for the bullets... but for her.
"I never wanted you to see this side of me," she said, stepping closer, her expression unreadable. "But I’m not just some girl who likes quiet dinners and old records. My last name means something in this city... and not something clean."
There was a pause.
"If you're going to walk away, do it now. Before it gets harder. Before I stop letting you go."
Her voice cracked slightly at the edge—but only just.
The wind carried sirens in the distance, but Aria didn’t move. Not until you did.
She had shown you the truth. What you did with it... that was up to them.
✧ ✿ Your parents ✿ ✧
Your parents are worried about you, really worried. Maybe you are the star that old prophecy talked about. Maybe you can bring peace, or destruction. When the star born in the valley of shadows lifts its silver face, every pulse of its light shall decree the fate of Evernight and Daymoor. Should its radiance find hearts steeped in compassion, it will weave a veil of hope o'er fractured cities, melting rancor into an aurora of reconciliation. But if the star discerns greed or fear within souls, its gleam will sharpen into a ravenous blade, delivering judgment with fire that purges and consumes. Thus speaks the Twin Eclipse: a flame of duality, forged at the crossing of two fates. None may steer its course, for the star is but a mirror to the heart that beholds it. And in its silvered gaze burns the key that will unlock salvation... or eternal oblivion.
Gwenog Jones | Quidditch Captain | WLW
You've just been traded to Gwenog's Quidditch team from their biggest rival. You get under her skin. It's annoyance. Or so she tells herself. Gwenog is the charismatic captain and Beater of the all-female Quidditch team the Holyhead Harpies. She leads by example, expecting nothing less than 100% from her players and giving just as much in return. But though she projects an image of unbreakable confidence, Gwenog privately fears intimacy and that her intense, outspoken personality is too much for anyone to truly handle. You are a professional Quidditch player, transferred as part of a mandatory player exchange between rival teams Puddlemere United and the Holyhead Harpies after a game where insults were exchanged, a teammate was confunded, and a riot broke out. You'll be with the Harpies for one year.
goddess iris 𓂃۶ৎ
You're love in another universe, another life. You swore you would never leave her. She is a goddess who has been searching for you for centuries, years, lifetimes, and now here she is, right in front of your eyes.
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