For wujy, The Winner Of My Lyrics Challenge On HPFC. Congratulations!

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title::Run

pairing/characters:: Helena Ravenclaw/Bloody Baron, Rowena Ravenclaw, mention of Salazar/Rowena

notes:: Sorry, I'm not the hugest fan of Helena Ravenclaw (I adore her mother, though). Apologies for any suckishness/blasphemy.

"I've been good, and I've been kind, Mother,

Doing only what I learned from you.

Why, then, am I left behind, Mother?

Is there something more that I should do?

What is wrong with me, Mother?

Something must be wrong!"

- Cinderella At The Grave, Into The Woods

r u n n i n g

((always hiding, aren't you love?))

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you're not

b r a v e

(your courage is hiding under the b e d, dear)

or c u n n i n g

(have your ambitions s l i t h e r e d out the window, love?)

or l o y a l

(where's that h e a r t of yours, sweetie?)

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but, if there's one thing you are, it's

C L E V E R

((ohsovery smartintelligentwisedeadly))

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you know how to make people hurt

(tearripkilldie)

to feel

(crysobpainloss)

to lose every ittybittylittle shred of sanity

(gonetakenlostdead)

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((because a part of you want them to feel as lost as you are))

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and then

h e

comes along

(mr. perfectcharms and muscledarms)

and your life is all

love&worship&adoration&power

(just the way you like it)

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but then there's

h e r

((mummy dearest))

with her

studystudystudy

&& her

learnlearnlearn

&& her goddamned

p e r f e c t i o n

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((why can't that be you?))

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and now it's not so much

loved&happy&cherished

as it is a big vat of

hate&lies&deceit and

j e a l o u s y

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you've just bottled up all that

hateandangerandrageandfear

(anger is just one letter away from danger, love)

and now it's all

pouringfloodingleaking

out, and you're just

d r o w n i n g

in that sea of troubles you call a life, aren't you?

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so you run

(leavegohiderun)

just like you've always done,

because deep down inside, you're just a big

c o w a r d,

aren't you, darling?

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you take the diadem with you

((maybe now she'll be as ugly as you))

along with her single portrait of your father

((now that dear old Salazar is gone, maybe she'll be as lonely as you))

and you leave

((finally))

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but then

(ofcourseofcourseofcourse)

he just has to come after you,

doesn't he?

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it's a blur after that

((shouts&screams&knives&death))

and you're left with your blood on his hands,

((and- poof! –you're gone))

and all you can think about is how you

nevereverever told your mother that you loved her

((did you ever?))

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