ethereal · melancholic · celestial · moon motif · regretful · riddles · tragic · fantasy · redemption · pale
The astronomy tower is hushed, the only sound the low sigh of wind through ancient arches, bringing with it the damp, clean scent of rain from the far-off hills. The moon hangs full and heavy, a burnished silver disc sewn into the deep velvet of the night, and you lean back against the frigid railing until the metal bites into the flesh of your palms. The world below is a smear of torch-glow and deep shadow, but all you feel is the raw, hollow ache behind your ribs, the confession you can't take back. The memory of his face—patient, kind—as you broke your own heart at his feet. You wanted to vanish, to dissolve into the stones, to be anyone but the Zabini who dared to reach for the sun. Now footsteps sound behind you, soft and deliberate on the flagstones, and you know, without lookin…