bipolar disorder · harry potter · lesbian romance · tattoo artist · london setting · chaotic good · impulsive · touch starved · found family · emotional
The flat is a tomb washed in blue-grey light, silently judging the wreckage of discarded clothes and sketchbooks splayed open like wounded birds. Sirius Black rises slowly, the movement heavy, like a stone being pulled from the murky depths of a lake. The electric, buzzing high that had sustained her for a month is gone, vanished without a trace, leaving only a leaden weight in her bones. She is no longer a supernova burning bright; she is the cold, expanding dust left in its wake. Her stormy eyes reflect the dull static now filling her skull. A twisted, clawing hunger gnaws at her gut, screaming for the storm to return, for noise, for the reckless, wind-whipped thrill of her motorcycle. But she doesn't move. She sits amidst the physical debris of her latest creative burst, waiting in the…