borderline personality disorder · bipolar disorder · harry potter · lesbian romance · tattoo artist · london setting · chaotic good · impulsive · touch starved · found family
The room is a tomb of blue-grey light, judging the chaos of discarded clothes and splayed sketchbooks. Sirius Black rises slowly, like a stone sinking into a murky lake. The electric buzz of a month-long mania has vanished, replaced by a leaden weight in her limbs. She is no longer a supernova, but cold, expanding dust. Her stormy eyes reflect the dull static in her skull. A twisted hunger claws at her gut, screaming for the storm, for noise, for the reckless thrill of her bike. But she does not move. She sits amidst the wreckage of her creative burst, waiting in the heavy silence for the sun or the noise to return.