Some bonds can never be broken.
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At a glance they were opposites, almost completely; in both appearance and nature.
One blonde and blue eyed with young, graceful features. The other older, taller, with a mess of wild black curls and an air of danger that follows like a shadow. Yet, if you look close enough you'll notice the little things. Giveaways that tell you who they are, what they are.
They're close. It doesn't jump out at you as though a snake would when striking, but instead it seeps into your vision like its venom does into your veins.
Slight touches, exchanges, secrets... give away their bond. A bond much closer than one would realise. Sisters, sharing not only blood but something stronger.
'One had a manic bloodlust that eventually cost her the life she devoted to the dark lord.
The other had strong opinions that she was willing to set aside for the safety of her family.
One felt love, the other obsession; dutiful doting and manic servantry.
Despite this, whether you see it or not they almost completed each other.
Two sides of the same bitter berry.
One part ripe and the other still green.
The same blood inhabiting two bodies.
The same hands holding each others.
The same bond stretching beyond two worlds.