masked.

regan lovecraft cortes. die thou, unsung, as tears unshed.

[harleyfloyd-blog]

[reganreigns]

abyss.

[hauntedscreams]

reganreigns​:

-

the instant that nero took her hand, regan felt a sense of security and relief settle over her that always felt lacking outside of her husband’s presence. she stepped closer to him before continuing forward in the direction of the hospital. yet, her brow furrowed at his question. did he not remember? “it would have to be nearly three months.” because to regan it was an unthinkable impossibility that the babe could have ever conceivably belonged to anyone else. “I could still very easily-” miscarry again. regan choked on the words.

☆

although he didn’t want to presume, it seemed by her answer that regan was indeed pregnant with their child. he bit the inside of his cheeks to keep himself from smiling. it did, though, bring to mind so many more questions that he wanted to ask, ‘how long had she known?’, ‘what was her plan for the future?’, ‘did she plan on telling him?’; but he couldn’t bring himself to ask any of these. at least, not at the present time, seeing as how this was the closest she had allowed him to be to her since nearly three months ago. “could very easily what? what is it, darling?” he could sense something was wrong and his heart began racing, his hand giving hers a light squeeze.

[reganreigns]

regan obviously hesitated. it should not break her heart to see how excited the prospect of a child made him. they should both be able to share in that joy, but she had lost too many too early to feel anything except for anxiety, fear, and nausea. it was the reason she had not been able to tell him before it happened last time. she swallowed. "I could very easily miscarry. fail." her face had become drawn and shaded. "we have lost so many..." she shook her head. "I can't be late for the appointment."

[reganreigns]

hauntedscreams​

“i believe the normal response is ‘i love you, too.’“ zoey gave a small smirk, “however, no i am no practicing. i just feel that i don’t say it enough and i thought i should remind you.”

-

regan had no intention of being normal instead of exceptional any more than she was likely to stumble into learning how to vocalize her affection for people. even if she did, her husband should be the first to hear it. “yes, well. my memory is not so weak as to forget.” luckily zoey had known regan long enough to know that meant ‘I love you too’. “I was under the assumption that it was the pregnant women who are meant to be emotional. so why are you?”

[reganreigns]

hauntedscreams​

she was right about that. nothing was fine, but he wasn’t sure what to say to that, especially in the present moment. he felt out of place, as though he was in someone else’s dream. “of course, i will come with you.” he took her hand in his own, trying to ignore (and hoping she would also) the way he was sure his was slightly shaking. “how far along are you?” nero didn’t want to seem insensitive and outright asking if it was his seemed like it would be exactly that. but, they had been apart for awhile, now, it wasn’t as though he knew her day to day dealings. though, as he began to walk with her, he wasn’t sure it mattered. if this baby wasn’t his, would he still be there? without question. regan was still, even if only by name, his wife.

-

the instant that nero took her hand, regan felt a sense of security and relief settle over her that always felt lacking outside of her husband’s presence. she stepped closer to him before continuing forward in the direction of the hospital. yet, her brow furrowed at his question. did he not remember? “it would have to be nearly three months.” because to regan it was an unthinkable impossibility that the babe could have ever conceivably belonged to anyone else. “I could still very easily-” miscarry again. regan choked on the words.

[reganreigns]

hauntedscreams​

who: regan ( @reganreigns )

“i’m here and i love you.”

-

“are you practicing for something?”

[reganreigns]

xavecamour​

“well, there are studies that suggest that a more positive outlook can contribute to a longer lifespan, as well as lower rates of depression and a greater resistance to illness.” mason mused softly, picking up a quill and parchment. “I can write a prescription for that. how many weeks along are you? and do you have any allergies that you’re aware of, or even any that you suspect you might have, which haven’t yet been documented in your file?”

-

“I am already ill. that is why I am here.” depression and night terrors had plagued her since her family was lost the void. she suspected the sample size for those students lacked participants with significant trauma variables. “thank you. I am about four months along now. no allergies that I am aware of presently.”

[timothechallamet]

[reganreigns]

@hauntedscreams

[reganreigns]

xavecamour​

“that’s not always a bad thing.” mason smiled politely, placing his hands on his knees. “a little optimism can be useful. anyway,” he leaned forward, “what can I help you with?”

-

“useful in what way?” regan asked. “I am enduring very severe morning sickness. is there a potion that would help relieve that?”

[fallcarrington]

[reganreigns]

@hauntedscreams

[reganreigns]

xavecamour​

“that is a beautiful way of putting it.”

-

“it is uncharacteristically optimistic perhaps.”

[reganreigns]

hauntedscreams​

nero was normally a very intelligent man that had no trouble grasping whatever concept he was presented with. he may not be a talker by choice, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t construct simple conversation and pleasantries with the situation deemed it fit. that was why he had the job he had, why he had made his way up in the rankings. but, at this particular moment, nero was at a loss for words. he stared at her, trying to deem if this was even real, before nodding. “you should have, but it’s fine.” was it really? he wasn’t sure what the formalities were for a separated married couple and a baby. months ago, before she had walked out, or when he still had hope she would be coming back, he would have been over the moon. now, he wasn’t sure how he felt, but he did know that he loved her and he wanted to be there. “can i - um - can i come with you to your appointment?”

-

it was difficult to tell what he was thinking in that moment. “nothing is fine.” regan really did not know how to anticipate his reaction. would he be happy? sad? scared? she certainly was. it had been a long time since regan allowed this sort of fear show on her face. the last time she had been alone in her family home after losing her family and waiting on the cortes’s to come for her. nero comforted her then too. she reached out for his hand. “please come with me. I don’t want to be alone if-”

[reganreigns]

millicentxbagnold​

She could only assume Regan referred to her father’s death. Who didn’t? While Millicent made the statement referring to him but was tired of other people talking about him. Millicent’s face was hot. She needed to keep her emotions under control.

She didn’t want to look at Regan but needed to show she was fine and turned to her. “What exactly do you think is the ending?” Millicent truly was curious about what it meant to Regan. However she couldn’t leave it at that. “Believe me, I do focus on the future. New beginnings are on my to do list everyday and it’s always crossed off.”

-

this woman’s grief was smothering. luckily regan did not need to interact much with the former minister’s offspring given that the wizengamot had very little to do with the macusa liaisons. she never much cared for wilfred anyway. “the end of all things is the only true ending. if consciousness exists at any scale to witness the aftermath of an implied ending then it is not an ending, but merely a piece in a larger narrative.” she preferred to think in the macro.

“and if you are planning something, then it is not ‘new’. it is manufactured.” she picked up a pair of thin, silver rimmed spectacle from a chain around her neck and sat them across the bridge of her nose. “those of us who are inclined to keep desk calendars apparently have to learn that lesson by force, it would seem.”

[garrett-graham]

[reganreigns]

@hauntedscreams​

[reganreigns]

task 016 || wardrobe

regan prefers high quality and expensive fabrics. she wears uniquely silhouetted articles of clothing and enjoys embracing an asymmetrical cut. regan loves a dramatic drape and a cinched waist, especially if it remains very regal looking. her extensive collection of jewelry is meticulously paired for every ensemble. it is exceptionally rare to ever see her dressed down. even her sleepwear would be considered finery. [ fashion ]

[reganreigns]

millicentxbagnold​

Millicent could hear Regan’s words echo in her head. She gritted her teeth without realizing it but noticed the muscles in her body clench uncontrollably.

“You know, there are things that do end,” she snarled. “New beginnings? I’ll give you that but it sure as hell doesn’t take away the endings.”

-

“I concede there is an end, but only one.” and death was not it. there were things far worse than life or death. regan believed that. afterall, her parents and her brother had not died. had they? they were lost. the call of the void was strong.

there was one more trial for which regan intended to sit this afternoon. she’d recently returned to work, albeit, still in a part time capacity. the work to keep her occupied in the meantime appeared to be overflowing. she pinched the bridge of her nose. “perhaps it would do you well to focus on the beginnings instead.”

[reganreigns]

where; the void with; open

"in the end, there really is no end. just new beginnings."