[ regulus black ]

❛ I apologise for the shrapnel that has torn me apart from the inside, from the outside... ❜

[drogonqueen-archive]

house posters ➝ slytherin

or perhaps in slytherin, you’ll make your real friends, those cunning folk use any means, to achieve their ends

[heirtopurity]

r ✗ s | cold war

As he navigated through the haze, Regulus spared a moment for his surroundings. The mist that stroked the alley had always baffled him, for it seemed to emerge from nowhere & defied all attempts to clear it. Perhaps a place such as Knockturn Alley required a few atmospheric touches, he reflected, weaving his way through a crowd whose gaze he could feel endless sizing him up. But NAUGHT could fracture the young boy’s mask these days, so easily did he don his practised dispassion. Naught... save the very silhouette which emerged from smog as if in a nightmare obscured by the cloudiness of sleep. 

     The air may well have been thick ( blood runs thicker ) but nothing could veil that shadow, a distinctly less rigid mirror-image of his own. At once heat crossed his face in what he knew would manifest in the form of telltale rivulets of RED against ivory. Regulus allowed himself a second to pause, to collect himself. After all, their interactions was supposed to be to be a charade of emotionless. A cold war, per-say. So why does your blood run so hot ?

     Regulus’ mind always led him straight into a shameful blame game. Of wondering what went on inside the other’s skull: if Sirius knew that when you snatched the rug out from under someone you left them no where soft to FALL. All accusations & denouncements, with only the occasional betrayal of his own certainty ( did he really chase you into the shadows or did you seek them out ? ).  Without seconds to spare before their confrontation would invariably spark, Regulus pleaded with himself for composure. An extra breath, a sharp bite against his cheek and he began to arrange his expression into someone’s else. The sort of person who might somehow find it amusing that their nuclear family unit inevitably imploded. It was a visage he’d observed more & more these days, as the shattered family’s of wartime London washed out upon the streets. ❛ I thought we had rules ? There’s your world, ❜ the words were intended to tinkle in mockery despite emerging uncertainly, ❛ —& then there’s my world... & we don’t let them cross. ❜

    ♚—— ;; ⌊@dogstarsirivs​⌉

[sidestuiff]

Send my muse kisses you want to give them!

✚ for a kiss on a wound.

♕ for a kiss of swearing fealty.

✿ for a sweet kiss on the cheek.

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

♆ for a kiss where there is a pulse.

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

ღ for a kiss filled with passion and need.

† for a kiss to say good bye forever.

✄ for hateful kiss – gonna make you feel the scorn okay?!

☂ for a kiss in the rain.

[evanrsiers]

MALE DEATH EATERS. a mixture of the weak seeking protection, the ambitious seeking some shared glory, and the thuggish gravitating toward a leader who could show them more refined forms of cruelty. (insp.) (words.)

[lord-dubba]

[blowsargent]