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dont post please.

scylla - noun - scyl·la - a nereid metamorphosed into a sea
monster and terrorizes mariners in the strait of messina.

scylla | nonbinary - she/they - questioning
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lullay moon princess, goodnight sister mine,
and rest now in moonlight's embrace...

when you were younger, things were simpler, easier. the daughter of a king and an alien, your birth was seen as unnatural, but many got over it, overlooked it even and welcomed you with open arms. so swept up in the glamour of it all, of people treating you like a real person for once, treating you like you had value and worth, instead of a curse or worse, a mistake, you hadnt noticed how far you strayed from your sister, not until it was too late.

they didnt treat her the same as they treated you, you noticed, after some time. so loving were you treated by your parents and everyone around you, even adored, almost, by them, but she received no such kindness, no such warmth, left to weep in the face of their scorn and vitriol with not a single loving touch or word to her name. like poison it stung already open wounds, their words infectious and almost tangible in the air with every shout, and the look in her eyes was so different from how you remembered it.

so bitter she became over the months and years, and it felt as if no matter the attempts you made, you couldnt reach her, couldnt pull her up from the icy, watery depths she'd fell into, was pushed into. she stared at you with envy and anger, the ghostly form of the bitterness in her heart following one step behind her, always, claws gripping tight onto her shoulders. you tried to talk to your parents, but they wouldnt listen, said you were making up stories and selene was fine, nothing was wrong. not even your mother, so kind and understanding of all your troubles and woes, would listen to your pleas to help your dear sister.

it all came to fruition on your birthdays, a catalyst for the worst that had yet to come.

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bear up my lullaby, winds of the earth,
through cloud, and through sky, and through space...

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carry the peace and the coolness of night,
and carry my sorrow in kind...

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selene, you're loved so much more than you know,
forgive me for being so blind.

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