The Hanged Man

private & selective regulus black rp

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heidi.

               ❝ Nonsense, all you’d need is a bit of practice, and I’m sure you’d do wonderful. ❞ Heidi followed his example and nipped from the wine. There was something so terribly lovely about the smile on his lips, the smile that she’d come to learn was just for her, and some part of her itched to tell him that. ❝ I’d like to hear you play some time—only if you want to, of course. ❞

              It was what she told him, instead, and she moved a little closer. That was easier—she felt the pull, some part of her that longed to be nearer, and she allowed it to draw her to Regulus. ❝ I can’t play an instrument to save my life—boring, huh? ❞

   ✧ —– “Nothing about you is boring, I promise,” he replied, unable to keep a bit of a laugh out of his voice.  “But, you know, I could teach you what I know. It's been a while...hmm...we'd need some books, but...you'd be lovely at it, I suspect.”  He didn't imagine she could be less than perfect in any area.

He placed his wine glass aside, even though he hadn't had much, and then stole Heidi's glass too.  Before she could even question the motion, he grasped her hands, placing one on his shoulder and one on his hip. Then his hands moved down to her hips as well.

“Tell me...do you know how to dance?”

[heillagr-a]

Moodboard ➳ Regulus & Heidi

things that fall : petals , teardrops , snowflakes , rain , stars , tides , eyelids , time , shadows , leaves , the sun and i ,

for you .

for @blacksneverrun

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ghostrequlus replied to your post “Tarot Card Test Tagged by: @thescorcher (thank you!!!)  Tagging:...”

I DID THE TEST AND I'M TOO 'EVENLY MATCHED' TO HAVE A PERSONALITY TYPE FFFF

(sirius voice) that’s because you’re boring

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Tarot Card Test

Tagged by: @thescorcher (thank you!!!)  Tagging: @heillagr @vaarulv @vencficas @stainsofdishonor @ghostrequlus @kunselxknows @lcghtnxng @xanimos @motherdcarest @ whoever else wants to do this! it was a lot of fun

Your Personality Preferences

INTROVERT

While you may not be anti-social, you do need (and deserve) your private time and space to retreat from the world. Unlike extroverts, you need to develop a concept of the world or some aspect of it before experiencing it. Too much socializing may sap your energies. Your energies are derived from exploring the inner world of ideas, impressions and pure thought.

INTUITIVE

While you do process information through your senses you add a twist to your processing by relying on intuition and serendipity. You look for undercurrents of meaning and abstractions in what you experience physically. You do not just see things just as they are, but as what they could be. While you may rely on common sense at times, you trust inspiration far more.

JUDGING

You like decisions to be made as soon as possible. You are not comfortable with loose ends and like to see conflicts resolved as soon as possible. You have a preference for a well-structured, orderly lifestyle with few surprises. It may not be all that important who makes the decisions that gets things done as long things do get done. You take commitments very seriously. While you are not inflexible, you do like to stick to a plan once it is set into motion.

FEELING

You make decisions subjectively based upon your values and what is important to you. How people will be affected by your decisions is important to you. You are likely to make decisions based upon what you feel is acceptable and agreeable rather than what is logical. Your truths are founded in your values and those of the society you live in. It is important to remember that we are discussing how you evaluate data and make decisions, and that you rely on your feelings to do so in no way implies you are overly emotional.

Your Personality Type

THE PAGE OF WANDS.

Introvert/Intuitive/Feeling/Judging - INFJ

Sometimes you may seem to have a mystical quality about you. You are very sensitive and deep. You place a high value on integrity. Your inner life is well very well developed. You are an idealist capable of very creative, original thought. You are gentle, compassionate and enjoy your time alone. You need both inner and outer harmony. When reaching for a goal you are very determined and persevering.

In relationships you are very tender and gentle. You have a very strong need to create a pleasant home environment. You do not make commitments lightly, but once you do you put all your energies into it. You understand your feelings and are able to share them with those you care for. At times you may find it difficult to balance your need to retreat into your inner-world and your need to be with those you care for. You can be very playful and fun when you feel at ease. You need harmony in your intimate world. Conflict can upset you to the point of making you sick.

Occupations Suited to Your Type Include:

Architect, artist, clergy, consultant, editor, musician, philosopher, doctor, programmer, researcher, scientist, teacher, and writer.

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okay but don’t imagine your OTP being clingy as fuck sometimes. like where one is on the phone for too long and the other comes and sits on their lap making pouty faces and then biting their lip teasingly, maybe kissing along their jawline a little trying to get the other to get off the phone because they crave their attention. fuck, it’ll tear you apart.

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"Marry me." - Heillagr

  ✧ —– Theringhad been burning a hole in his pocket all evening (all month,really ),numbing his fingers into useless, stiff digits incapable of holdinganything or performing any sort of delicate tasks.  He had droppedthings all evening -- first the flowers he had bought for her, thenthe pot where he was making the vegetables, last the spoon he wasusing to dish out the potatoes.

Thewar had ended.  He had wanted to wait before he asked her, because solong as the Dark Lord lived, he was a fugitive.  He could not ask herto be married to a wanted war criminal.  Even then, he had waited,just in case Dumbledore's testimony wasn't enough to keep him out ofAzkaban.  He was a turncoat -- a traitor -- and he expected neitherside to accept him entirely.

ButVoldemort was gone and Regulus had been exonerated, and here he was,with a diamond ring in his pocket and sweat under his collar.

Andthen --

"...what?"he asked stupidly, his fork hovering in the air, halfway up to hismouth.

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heidi:

                 The blonde took the wine glass from Regulus and wrapped her fingers around the stem in an attempt to keep from reaching for him as eagerly as she wanted to—even though she was surely allowed to, she didn’t want to overwhelm him. He seemed nervous as it was, already. His smile made her want to touch him, fingers just at the corners of his lips, memorizing it like a blind person memorized the face of a loved one.

                ❝ Oh. ❞ Heidi had been pretty sure her smile couldn’t grow much wider, but his words managed to have her prove herself wrong. ❝ Well, I’ll have you know then that you were doing a pretty magnificent job already—-making me happy, I mean, but this only adds to it. ❞ She nodded towards the piano. ❝ I like the music. Will I get a live concert sometime? I promise I will give you a standing ovation in return. ❞ She hid her playful grin behind the rim of her glass.

  ✧ —– It was an odd thing, how she smiled at him -- different from how she smiled at everyone else.  He loved that smile, loved that it was a smile just for him, and he treasured that.  It made him smile, too, and that was a smile that he didn't give anyone but her either.

"I'm really not that good," he assured her, smiling shyly behind his own wine glass before taking a sip.  "It's been years since I've taken lessons, you know.  I'm quite sure I wouldn't deserve a standing ovation."

[heillagr-a]

REGULUS WANTS ALL THE KISSES. but if he has to pick, he'll take ϡ for a kiss that lets you know I love you. (blacksneverrun)

A special kiss! | accepting | @blacksneverrun

✚ for a kiss on a wound.

❝ Oh no. ❞ When Regulus had said he would like for her to teach him how to cook, Heidi’s thought that wouldn’t be so dangerous, and it would be a wonderful way to pass the time, really. She loved cooking, and so far he seemed to be enjoying it, too. What more could they ask for?

Well, for Regulus to not accidentally cut himself in the finger would be an option. The wound was shallow and hardly bled, and Heidi knew they could easily fix it with a wand and a bit of magic, but she was awfully set in her ways ( her mother’s ways, that was ), and instead, she took his hand and brought his finger to her lips. Kisses held a certain kind of magic, too, didn’t they?

♕ for a kiss of swearing fealty.

Heidi was determined to not fail him. Regulus couldn’t afford being caught out in the street during this war. They didn’t know if He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named knew what he had done, and was looking for him yet, and the uncertainty made that they had to be extra cautious. He’d have to hide, and it was better if few people knew. Few people meaning Albus Dumbledore, himself…. And her, his Secret Keeper, once the Fidelius Charm was cast. ❝ No matter what happens, I’m on your side, alright? ❞ She told him, his hands in hers as she gave them a soft squeeze. ❝ They don’t know who I am, or that I am even associated with you. They won’t know where to look, trust me. I will keep you safe. ❞ Like she had done, before. Like she would, again. 

She lifted his hands to her lips and, in a semblance of the old ways of swearing fealty ( Helga’s memories reminded her of that ), on his knuckle. ❝ Cross my heart. ❞

✿ for a sweet kiss on the cheek.

❝ You are quite the worrier, ❞ Heidi noticed with a little laugh as she shrugged her coat on. Sure, Regulus had a point in being worried, there were more than enough dangers outside this door, the war not even included, and she’d have to walk out there all on her own—but she wasn’t just anyone, even though he did not know that. ❝ I’ll manage, Regulus, I’ll be totally fine. ❞

Secretly, she felt quite giddy that he was worried about her safety, meaning he cared. Meaning she could be a bit bolder, now. She turned to him—this hallway was terribly small, making movement a pretty intimate affair in general, and leaned in to press her lips to his cheek. She didn’t linger too long, and gazed at him through her lashes afterward. ❝ Really, don’t worry. ❞

♠ for a kiss that leaves a mark on the skin.

It was quite a surprise attack, coming from Heidi. She knew he hadn’t expected her to pop up behind where he was sat on the couch, engulfed in one of the books she’d brought him, but that was the whole fun of it, wasn’t it? Her lips pressed to his neck and she felt surprise course through him before he relaxed. Another kiss followed, and then she became a bit bolder and carefully sucked on his skin until he whined and pushed her away. A nice red mark had formed on his neck, and she laughed. ❝ That’s me, marking you, ❞ she informed him with a giggle. ❝ Mine, mine, mine. ❞

♆ for a kiss where there is a pulse.

Heidi knew she’d been fast asleep, but at some point she’d become so attuned to Regulus in the bed next to her, that she noticed immediately if something was off. She could feel him stir, the sheets moving as he struggled with a nightmare, and then his loud breath as he managed to get out of it. She was awake now, though she didn’t move yet, allowing him the time to settle down from the dream before she curled into him, arms slipping around his frame as her lips found his quickened pulse in his neck. ❝ We made it, remember? ❞ she whispered, voice soft and rough before she kissed him on the neck again. ❝ We made it, Regulus. You made it. ❞

ϡ for a kiss that lets you know I love you.

Heidi felt like she could almost touch the tension, present in this room. She’d kissed him before, just once, in an attempt to make him feel as if he’d truly made it. Afterwards, he’d claimed he was very much dreaming, which had made her laugh and wonder, for a long while, what it meant if that was what he dreamt about. 

She could tell from the look in his eyes, now, that what she’d thought it meant ( what she’d hoped it meant ) was true, and that she was happy about that. It meant that what she was about to do would seal what had grown between them in the past couple of weeks. 

The second kiss she ever gave him was laden with what she felt for him, because she wanted to let Regulus know that she cared, that he made her heart beat so wildly, that she was in love with him. It was soft, but so much more present than the first one, her lips pressing more firmly against his, hands finding his hair, tangling in the soft strands. I think I love you.

ღ for a kiss filled with passion and need.

Heidi didn’t want to tell him, she really didn’t, but Regulus had come to know her far too well NOT to know when something upset her. ❝ I just—I don’t know whether we will win the war. The odds have been… Not in our favor, things have become more and more dangerous, I am—- ❞ she paused for a moment, drawing in a much needed, steadying breath before she stepped into his embrace, resting her cheek on his shoulder as her arms slipped around his waist. ❝ Scared for my family, my friends… ❞ She wasn’t scared for herself, no. She was just about the last person on the very long list of people she’d rather keep safe, instead. The witch lifted her head from his shoulder and tried to smile at him, though she couldn’t quite manage.

So instead, she wiggled in his grip and her arms rounded his neck instead, body arching into his as she gazed up at him. ❝ But there’s not much more I can do, ❞ she murmured, ❝ And it’s not like worrying about it will change anything. Regulus? ❞ She tilted her head a bit, brought her face closer to his.  ❝ Will you kiss me, please? I… I want to remember what it feels like—to be alive. ❞ In this world of theirs, torn apart by war.

The kiss she got was loving and warm, and she deepened it, herself, pressing herself against him, desperate and needy, kiss filled with passion, I love you, I love you, I love you. 

☂ for a kiss in the rain.

The war was over. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was defeated by a boy no more than a year old. Sirius Black had been brought to Azkaban for crimes no one had thought he would have ever committed, though all evidence pointed in that direction, and Bellatrix Lestrange and the brothers had been caught. Their trial would follow in the coming days, though everyone was fairly certain they’d gotten themselves a ticket straight to the Wizarding Prison. 

Heidi had gone to Regulus to inform him of the news. He was safe, they both were—but at what expense? It was raining outside when they stepped out of the apartment Regulus had been holed up in for so long, and the world felt softer, somehow, veiled by the water, which dripped like a soft curtain all around them and made their hair stick to their cheeks and necks. 

Heidi turned to look at him and found his gaze already on her. A kiss followed ; she could taste the sadness on his lips, and knew that no matter what she did to soothe it, it wouldn’t go away. That was okay, she thought. We are nothing without the hardships, the things that shape us. She kissed him and held on to his hands, because even if she could do nothing to ease his pain, she wanted him to know that she was there for him.

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@heillagr submitted:

happy early valentines day!

...he’ll stop blushing at some point.  Probably.

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                                                     if  this is the  life  why  does it  feel                                                      so good  to die today blue  to  gray                                                      grow    up       and       blow    away

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heidi:

                Between running a starting restaurant during wartime, providing whatever she could to aid the Order in their cause and the always sudden, always intrusive memories that were not quite her own ( except that in a sense, they were ), one could say that Heidi lived a particularly busy life, these days.  So busy, in fact, that, although she wished she could spend a great many more waking ( and not waking ) hours in Regulus’ company, there were just 24 hours in a day and Heidi seemed to have something come up in every single one of them. 

                She hadn’t seen him in a couple of days now, and to be able to spend the few free hours she’d scraped together for herself tonight made her giddy. Left a bounce in her step, a smile on her lips. She let herself into the apartment only few could see but paused in the little hallway as the music seeped through. Although she didn’t know her way around classical music as much as she’d like to, she could still appreciate it, and thus she shrugged out of her coat with an even wider smile—that only grew as she wandered into the half-lit living area. The enchanted piano, the drinks plus the fact that she got to see him again made her happy, and pleasant surprise flickered across her features.

                ❝ What did I do to deserve this? ❞ she murmured, a bit dazed.

  ✧ —– He was nervous about this.  He hadn't really time in his life before this to date, after all.  Heidi was his first kiss, his first girlfriend, his first everything.  He was new to this, and he spent his time cooped up in this little area, alone but for her.  He didn't have anyone to ask.

He was unsure about her words for a moment, almost imagining she didn't like it.  But the smile on her lovely face said otherwise, and so he smiled back, offering her wine glass while pretending not to be so anxious.

"You didn't have to do anything to deserve this," he replied shyly. "I just -- want to make you as happy as you make me."

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» @heillagr gets a starter bc she is bae.

  ✧ —– The flat contained an old, enchanted piano that could learn songs, and thus, Regulus' years of piano lessons as a child had finally had a use.  He had taught the piano some Tchaikovsky, and tonight it was playing itself softly in the corner as Regulus poured two goblets of cheap wine Heidi had picked up somewhere.

The lights were low.  There was no real occasion, but Heidi had been busy, and he had been lonely, being that it was still unwise for him to be seen.  She was supposed to come in tonight, and Regulus wanted to surprise her.

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luke-the-living:

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I want to be more. I want to be enough.

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Hogwarts House Percentage Breakdown

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Regulus’ breakdown is... 30% Slytherin, 29% Ravenclaw,  26% Gryffindor, and 15% Hufflepuff

Your Slytherin ambition combined with a typically Ravenclaw-esque thirst for wisdom means you are destined to go far in life. People often consider you to be aloof and unapproachable – and they may actually be right – as your passion for knowledge and success far outweighs your need for close relationships. For you, true friendships are rare, but you are smart enough to hold onto those you deem worthy of your affection.

Your slight compatibility with Gryffindor house hints at an underlying desire for adventure that may manifest itself in a love of travel or trying new things.

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blacksneverrun is here for kisses >_>

Kisses! | 2/3 | @blacksneverrun

         It had been several days since the incident in the cave, and Heidi had certainly been better off than Regulus. While she’d suffered only a few injuries ( scraped knees and palms, a sprained ankle, but that was easily healed with a few spells and not to much strain on her left foot ), Regulus had been weakened not just by the potion he had to drink in order to get to the locket, but also by the hasty way they’d ran out, and holding on to the horcrux. Heidi, as per principle, had refused to lay even one single finger on it, for fear of the memories of Helga that could potentially resurface, and what the corrupted necklace could do to her in that vulnerable state.

                So Regulus had been forced to carry that burden until they’d reached safety.

        And now he was in bed, lusciously surrounded by pillows and blankets, and Heidi made sure he would recover, turning all her (and Helga’s ) knowledge of healing upside down and inside out to see to it that he’d be okay. She didn’t really let the others near him ( they had been more than ready to let him die, for their ‘greater good’. To hell with their greater good, she would not let anyone die if she could help it. ), and made sure she was there each time he woke up—although, in his feverish state, he never seemed to realize it was her.

        It had taken days for the fever to lower, for the color to return to his cheeks and lips and for his breathing to ease, his shaking to stop. They were all good signs, and that afternoon, he opened his eyes and for the first time, seemed to see where he was.

                                                        Seemed to see her.

        Heidi smiled at him, and she got a blink in return, followed by a hoarse sound that must have been an attempt at talking, except his throat was too dry. ❝ Oh, just wait a moment—careful, let me help you, ❞ she muttered, fussing over him much like a nurse over a patient, and she helped him sit up enough to sip from the glass she’d poured from the pitcher sat on the bedside table. She helped the younger man settle back against the pillows and took a seat on the side of the bed instead of on the chair that she’d placed next to the bed, days ago.

                                                              ❝ Am I dead? ❞

        His question caught her off guard and she blinked before she let out a tiny laugh and shook her head. ❝ I’d say that you are alive, really—I’m in fact pretty much convinced. ❞

        She may have been convinced, but he didn’t seem to be. He gazed at her with some kind of strange unsettling look in his eyes and she bit her lip. ❝ You are—Alive, I mean. You’re alright, I promise. We both are. ❞

        As Heidi looked at him, she pondered it. What makes you feel alive, Heidi? Dancing. Now that wasn’t quite possible, right now. Laughter? He seemed closer to tears. Someone else’s heartbeat—their breath against her skin. If I can hear your heart ( thump, thump, thump ) then it must mean that I am alive, as well.

        And so their eyes met again and the blonde leaned in—she didn’t think about it. Her lips brushed over his, just so carefully, so lightly that they could have both imagined it—where it not for the absolute silence, their breaths mingling, and their heartbeats, falling into sync ( thump, thump, thump ). She lingered for a moment before she straightened, pushed a loose strand of her hair behind her ear and, once more, smiled for him.

                                                ❝ Does that convince you? ❞

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SOLDIER Zantos:

Well that was a familiar name… but that was it, familiar, and he couldn’t recall from where he heard it. Or maybe the tick in his brain was just him reacting to how pompous it sounded - especially when told that he wasn’t allowed to shorten it.

… Well, he only said that he couldn’t call him ‘Reg’ or 'Reggie. What could be a good nickname? Régua - there it was. Now he didn’t have to hear himself say Régua’s 'full’ name.

These thoughts are kept contained, a neutral look given from behind his helmet as he shook the other’s hand, resisting the urge to shake it just a bit too hard.

“That’s me, and I’ll be keeping that in mind.”

  ✧ —– The remainder of the flight was mostly quiet.  When they got closer to Fort Condor, Regulus discussed some of the details of what they would encounter at the reactor, although much of it was open for Kunsel to do as he saw fit.  Regulus did not intend to botch his first mission by underestimating his perfectly capable SOLDIER second class escort. If Kunsel messed up and died, that was his own fault.

Not that Regulus intended to allow that to happen either, but he did trust that someone who had moved that far up the ranks would know what he was doing.

It was afternoon when the helicopter landed, and Regulus could see that there would be problems before he had even made it to the reactor.  At the entrance of the reactor, there were a number of armed guards stationed -- something that should not be necessary in normal times.  At the moment, no protesters were gathered, but that would be the most likely reason to guard the entrance like this.

"They've been having more trouble than I thought," Regulus murmured, half to himself as he walked toward the entrance.