chronically online

Sirius laughs coldly, standing in front of his mother's portrait, the house around him dark. Empty.

"That's the problem though, isn't it?"

"Excuse me?"

Empty smile. "I will die your son," venom dripping from his lips, sharpening his teeth. "Your branch of the family tree will always end with me, charred or not, the history books will always place my name next to yours. If a hundred years from now someone digs up my bones they won't know my thoughts, or my heart, but they will know that my skeleton matches yours," shaking his head, voice echoing through the stairwell. "You see? No matter what we do, no matter how much pain it causes us both. I will die your son."

"lesbians for a free Palestine"