If I’d wanted another tattoo, it wouldn’t have been something as ugly as this damn Dark Mark on my arm. Not what I wanted to ever wake up to see on me here. And now I have to figure out how to cover it up or explain to my five year olds that I joined a homicidal cult in my dreams. I really could punch my dream self in the throat and not regret it. This is not how I wanted to start Regulus’ birthday