You say too late to start, got your heart in a headlock,
I don't believe any of it


She watches them in the backyard, smiling, staring.

Horrible, incredible, so out of reach. So she wishes, in a way that's not entirely healthy, and makes her heart hurt.

Perhaps it's the season, the warmth of summer, which makes her dare to dream. The heat, which fosters her delirium, swells and subsides in her stomach like the need that just won't go away. In summer, he sleeps just across the hall, instead of at the other side of the castle, which feels like light-years away. He's so close, now.

She's not trying to be selfish, in a way. It feels like her God-given destiny, written in the stars. She's not obsessed (sort of). She's just a normal, teenage girl, looking for love in all the wrong places. Places which aren't quite the textbook, pretty romance she's after. In a boy who loves another, and can't fit her in his heart.

Rose skips stones across the water, watching the sunlight bounce of the rippling water. She looks so content, leaning against the beech tree, and laughing with him. So natural, the three of them are. Didn't her mother and father always dote on them, the Golden Trio reborn? Were they not destined for greatness?

She doesn't quite understand why James doesn't seem to care, in that way. He's happy to be left out, to be a black sheep as well. In some ways, she's jealous of her older brother, who takes it all in his stride and simply throws everything to the wind. He's a carefree spirit, like his namesake, father would say.

And then there was her. The child who didn't seem to fulfil the destiny of the people after which she was named. Not selfless and lovely, like Lily. She cares too much about what others think, to be anything like Luna. Truth be told, she thinks Luna is a bit odd, and for Lily Luna, that's a bit disconcerting.

Lily Luna doesn't quite fit. But she could, with him.

He's all blonde hair, and smiles. The blue eyes are so incredibly like his fathers. A peculiar sort of blue which looks like grey. He's got these lovely shoulders, which slope rather femininely, exposing bony collarbones, and a tight, thin chest.

He's beautiful, which is an odd thing, to say about a boy.

He's beautiful, and she's ordinary.