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licnesslily:
Lily dropped her to-go coffee, stopping midstep on the sidewalk and sighing deeply to herself. “Today is really not my day,” she groaned, looking down at the cup a moment before bending over to pick it up.
His eyes glanced at the coffee with a wrinkled nose. A friend of Sirius. He thought back to the conversation they had months ago and he pushed that away. His foot jerked out, sweeping the cup away from her reach. “Oh, were you going to get that?”
awakening // open
siriusbleak:
The sun rays had found Sirius’ eyes, making him squirm until his mind had realized it was morning. “Whoa.” He was cautious to open his eyes. Sirius couldn’t exactly remember where he had fell asleep last night.
The hotel room wasn’t planned. Neither was Sirius planned, but when he found Sirius before, he lifted his brother’s body with magic and brought him to a bed, hoping not to disturb the peace. His jaw was tense when he originally found Sirius and was tempted to leave his body where he found it. The month had made him cold. Cold with the understanding that people were full of decieving liars and he wasn’t willing to be fooled again. Yet, when he heard Sirius woke up, he turned. “I was hoping you wouldn’t wake up. Drink too much last night with your friends?” The words were cold and so was he. After the near death experience with Kreacher--- he had let himself turn to stone. If this was what his parents wanted from him, they would receive it. He would remain stone until he could get his revenge. Let people think he hardened, when he was actually a boy of clay who was forcing himself to mold into something harder.
bad day // open
“Excuse you, but I wasn’t interested in your opinion.”
Regulus had to stop himself from jumping and keep the fear out of his face, which he managed to succeed quite successfully. He was used to these tantrums from everyone and he forced himself to adapt. “Excuse you, but you can go get your entire face infected.” He had to bite the words out and appear tough. He was still tired from Kreacher, still wanting to sulk in his room. “Tell me how uninteresting my opinion is when your face scars over and no one wants to talk to you.” Regulus paused, thinking the words in his head. “Including your sister.”
First Glances || { Reg & Sev }
poisonedprince:
Severus waited, impatiently. How big was this house that he had to wait so long? Shouldn’t Reg be standing right beside the door? He sure was eager to talk, or at least that’s what Severus got from the letter. It was strange, such formalities between friends, but they weren’t exactly the most normal type of friends. Severus couldn’t even remember how they met, possibly it was a mistake. Severus must have mistaken him for his elder more annoying brother on the train or what not. Perhaps, that was it. It certainly did take time for them to get to know each other and for Severus to start trusting the younger boy. Reg was different, and Sev knew that. But once he opened up, he had Sev chuckling, chuckling.
Friendships are hard to come by. In the Summers, there were times when he wished that Regulus would’ve invited him over, to this place, it was certainly something else. Potter often invited Sirius over, so why wouldn’t Reg? Severus sighed internally, leaning against the railing. Did his mother ever visit this house? Probably. Like she’d remember though. He wondered when he’d actually take up the courage to go back to Spinner’s End. But since his failed attempt to bring her out of that house two years ago, he hadn’t been back. She could be dead. He would never know. His sorry excuse of a father could’ve killed her, and Sev still wouldn’t know. He wondered if Spinner’s End would end up in his inheritance. Maybe he could spruce it up, so one day it would look like this place. What a joke. Maybe he’d end up with a house-elf too. Live up to the Prince name. He almost laughed at the audacity of his own dreams. He knew that the Prince name died when his mother ran away, shacked up with a Snape, and lost everything.
Severus looked up as the door opened, caught in mid-thought. “Hey.” He nodded, wondering why this was kind of awkward. Perhaps there was something special and private about being invited to a house. Certainly different than getting secretly drunk in the common room. “Thanks.” He stepped in, slipping off his shoes with only a slight raise of his eyebrows. “Fancy.” Sev commented, gesturing to the hallway. “Very fancy, Reg. If I’d known, I’d be bumming here all the time.”
The thing was, Regulus could barely remember inviting people over or friends over. He lived to impress and barely ever didn’t want to disrespect his mother or father, have Kreacher barking up a storm, or even contemplate going down Sirius’s path. Sirius chose his way out and Regulus’ path was blocked by his parents that prevented him from leaving. The people that were invited were never from him, but his parents, and he was stuck sighing with his head staring up at the ceiling and trying to enjoy the company, but knowing that there wasn’t anything that he could do. It wasn’t like Sirius was there to make him laugh and eventually, Regulus had given up hope on company, never opening his mouth, or writing a letter, to invite someone over. Until now.
The awkwardness was from his lack of knowing how to greet a friend. He knew how with people his family had over, but never in the case of someone that he wanted over. For a moment, Reg bit his lip. He wasn’t shy around Severus, but once he was through the door, there was an air of relaxation for a moment as Regulus rolled his eyes at the compliment.
“The place is actually a dump,” Regulus shrugged, though he wasn’t fond of all the luxury. It wasn’t as if it was the Malfoy’s, where he held his own personal disgust. “I’d let you, in all honesty, but I don’t know how well it would be handled.” He responded and shook his head. “Believe it or not, but you’re shockingly the first invite over. I’d hold onto the letter though. One day, it might end dup in a museum.”
→ Regulus Arcturus Black b.1961- d.1979
Dead or Alive || { Self Para }
He couldn’t breathe. Regulus realized that as he was choking on his sobs that were silenced from his feathered pillows. His tears were hot, burning his eyes, and staining the pillows as his hands, once full of blood, held onto Kreacher.
“Kreacher.” Regulus couldn’t help the hoarseness of his own voice, how scratched it sounded as his hands ran over Kreacher’s head with gentle strokes. “I didn’t know.” He stared down at his sickened friend, hating himself in the process. This was his fault, not Kreacher’s. Kreacher was lucky. He managed to escape, whilst someone else might not had too. But there was suffering and Regulus knew, faintly, what suffering was like. It was being forced to become heir of a family that made decisions for you, without consent, and watching as your eldest brother was able to become happy and make a name for himself.
He was trembling and Kreacher was claiming that he wanted to be left alone. “You’re too kind, Master.” Were the other words that left Regulus sick to his stomach. He wasn’t kind that was the problem. He was fearful and needed to say yes, to clear his mind and allow the favor to be granted to the Dark Lord. Saying ‘no’ was not an option. He had to be the strong one, something that his brother didn’t grasp. He was doing this because he had to. He didn’t have a say. He barely even held onto his name and maybe once he had admired the Dark Lord for being powerful, but he didn’t understand that he wasn’t meant for a lifestyle of murder. He was too soft and the mark was on his left arm, when he didn’t want it, and he couldn’t cry. He had to smile and be proud. Grateful for this gift, this privilege, despite hating his own tainted skin.
He listened intently. He heard of the potion, the water, the inferno, the need of water. Each sentence cause Regulus’s heart to pound. He ordered Kreacher to tell him, Regulus needed to know what occurred, where it occurred, he wanted to see the place and know. This wasn’t what he signed up for. He didn’t sign up to have his houseelf, his friend, his Kreacher to die. He thought he was being helpful and not aiding in another death. He was angered at the world, at the Dark Lord, for a moment that Regulus didn’t quite grasp. Why did it have to be Kreacher? Was he not being careful enough? He had to harden himself up. Become ruthless, do something and get revenge.
He wasn’t sure how long he waited for with his tears. He remembered the scenario, the giving Kreacher away, everything he said, and never thinking that something horrible would come to him again. Kreacher was almost taken away from him just as Sirius would. Unable to get them back in his life and he would be stuck with Severus. Which wasn’t a bad thing, but Severus didn’t quite grasp him. He wasn’t aware of his past, how he grew up, about his brother and house elf. There’s a reason people assume families are perfect, but the Malfoy’s and Rosier’s had the title of perfect.
He was caring for Kreacher in his arms, allowing him to stay in his bed. The dishes that Kreacher was meant to do, Regulus forced Kreacher to not do. He needed rest, sleep, especially after the torture that was endured. Regulus was sickened by it all and forced Kreacher to stay in his room, in his bed. Regulus could sleep on the ground for once. Maybe once he would knock on Sirius’s door and share the bed, but those times no longer existed. The tmes were no longer simple.
He wasn’t sure when the tears stopped, but he allowed his sleeve to dart across his face and wipe away the remaining tears and snot. He couldn’t appear weak, even with the discomfort of his wrist where the mark sometimes burned. He was the youngest of them all when he got it. His stomach churned in disgust as he forced himself up to tend to the dishes.
He hated himself again in that very moment and wanted to go back to sleep. But knew, if he didn’t do the dishes, that the punishment for Kreacher would be so much worse and Regulus wasn’t sure if his house elf would be able to take it. A person and a house elf could only take so much and Regulus was trying to refrain from his only friend from becoming even more injured.
The tears had dried and Regulus took a deep breath as he scrubbed ruthlessly at the plates that his family had eaten off of. Regulus wasn’t sure how he was even able to eat in that moment, not aware that Kreacher was close to death. He didn’t know and that was what made the whole situation worse. He was being played without knowing. Allowing everyone to push him around until his own friend almost died.
Regulus’s jaw tightened. He wanted revenge, for a death to be given for the almost killing of his best friend. He wanted some form of justice and Regulus didn’t care if it would be given dead or alive.
They Were Kids I Once Knew { Siri & Reggie }
siriusbleak:
You never bothered to ask. Sirius’ eyes dropped; his head slightly and subtly bowing down looking at his feet. Regulus was right. It wasn’t like he had gone looking for him and wondered about his whereabouts. “Fair enough.” His hand mindlessly found itself combing the scruff on his face. Sirius had a habit of touching his facial hair whenever he was nervous or thinking. “I guess I just wasn’t looking.”
Sirius’ eyesight followed as Regulus pointed out the witch and wizard regulars. He didn’t personally know them but have heard Molly and Andy speak their names before. Sirius intently listened to him speak. He didn’t flinch when Regulus distastefully referenced his group of friends. Instead, Sirius calmly replied with “Right.” It was strange and surreal, listening to this familiar stranger talk to him. A familiar stranger who is supposed to be his brother. Brother. The word itself was odd.
“I was just coming for a quick beer. Didn’t really plan anything - with anyone.“ Sirius cleared it up. He didn’t think he owed any explanation, but figured it might help fill the void. Sirius did have a momentary thought of approval at the mention of Regulus’ departure. It might have been easier that way. They were on different sides of the politics. Who knows if they even had anything in common anymore. There was too much bad blood - literally, since they unfortunately shared the same parents. But after a second more of thought, Sirius went with the other option. “No. Stay.” He couldn’t stop his mouth from continuing the accommodation. “Let’s - talk.”
When Sirius lowered his eyes, Regulus wasn’t sure if that was considered a victory or not. Had he made Sirius feel guilty, uncomfortable, or was he revolting to look at now? Did he see the blood on his hands, of those three people that he was forced to murder with eyes trained on him, where he barely faltered and forced a smile on his lips, despite his own eyes betraying him with emotions of fear and terror. Was Sirius seeing him of that? Did he know of that? Regulus blinked when Sirius’s voice was heard, a voice of a stranger, and a voice he was no longer used to hearing. “You weren’t because sometimes you don’t who’s there.” Regulus shrugged and made a note to stop coming to areas that Sirius might be.
The reaction that Reg wanted wasn’t given and e knew not to give a sign of disappointment. Instead, he lowered his head against his arms resting on the table. There was no pointing sitting like a ‘gentleman’. His mother, not Sirius’s, wasn’t there to scold him.
He nodded at that. A quick beer. He wanted to laugh and keep it at such. A quick beer and then leave. Or Sirius to leave without the beer. Or Sirius to stay. He didn’t know what he wanted and he wanted to be coldhearted like he was meant to be, like Sirius wasn’t meant to be, but his heart wasn’t keen on such. “The bar is better for quick beers. Faster too.” He wasn’t sure if that was true. He barely drank. But the words out of Sirius’s mouth were enough to cause Regulus to tense and show some expression of unwanted surprise. The walls he built weren’t ready tocrumble, not yet. But there was a dent from the words and Regulus swallowed. “I don’t think there’s anything actual to talk about. You have friends for that, you could probably get a therapist, and there’s no reason to talk since you know what mum is like.” He paused again. “They burned your name, you know. You could talk about that. You leaving without a goodbye. No letters. Nothing. I’d love to know what you tell your spineless friends.”
Regulus: I'm not saying I'm they're favourite child
Regulus: I'm just saying that if our house burned and we both escaped
Regulus: They'd throw you back in
Rage slowly boiled up inside of him. Oh he wanted nothing more than to wipe that stupid fucking smirk off of Reg’s face. He wanted to hit him, make him feel like he was breaking inside and out but James… James had something better than that. “Yeah. It could be. They could be alive somewhere but I could be dead to them in a moral sense. That would be a hell I wouldn’t wish on my own worst enemy. Wonder how shitty that feels.”
He didn’t expect that. He didn’t expect for the blood traitor, his own blood, his own brother to be brought up. His stomach churned at that, unable to recognize that it was his own forgotten mourning coming up or the resentful behavior where Regulus wanted to throw out a punch. “That’s funny.” He wasn’t sure how he was able to keep his smirk without a falter. He had become so accustomed about lying that he no longer knew how to show the signs. “I wonder the same exact thing. Sadly enough, my family consists of me being the only son.” His own words jerked a whole in his heart. “Such a pity to have parents that died not even of old age. I read an article on something about that. Some kid or some shit with two parents dying. Wow. I wonder how shitty it must be seeing them like that.”
Orion: Admit it, you have a favourite child!
Walburga: That's not true! I love Regulus and Not-Regulus equally.
Remember who had you when you were at your lowest…
my own damn self
@siriusbleak
averykatherine:
Katherine gasped at the crude remark. She had not expected it coming from Regulus. “Pardon me ?” She was greatly offended and it did not matter if he was a member of her society. He should not be disrespecting her that way. “This is hardly the appropriate way to address me.” He could have just said people fancied her, there was no need to be that graphic.
Probably should have mentioned that that was what the wizards at the bar said, Regulus realized. At Katherine’s dramatic reaction, Regulus had to purse his lips to refrain from laughing at the absurdity of it. A gasp, an actual gasp. Who knew he was capable of such a reaction.
Note to self: Tell Severus about it.
Succeeding at sheltering the laugh, Regulus shook his head and interjected. “Right, sorry. I didn’t mean for it to come out like that.” His hand played with his glass of butterbeer that was still filled to the brim. He was never sure why he kept ordering drinks that he knew he would never consume. “That’s what the wizards at the bar over there, said. I figured you might want the heads up. Blame them, not me. Also, calm down on your over-dramatics. Someone might end up laughing if you keep up gasping like a fish.”
Who’s in your shadows? Who’s ready to play? Are we the hunters? Or are we the prey?
if this doesn’t get played at some point during s2…
First Glances || { Reg & Sev }
poisonedprince:
Severus was mid-stir when he had a nagging feeling that he was supposed to be doing something else. He couldn’t remember, which wasn’t like him. He always knew what he was supposed to do and where he was supposed to be down to the second. He furrowed his eyebrows, shaking that feeling off as he concentrated on fine-tuning the current batch of wolfsbane. He cursed under his breath as it turned a bluish-greenish colour. Another batch wasted. He almost felt bad for the destroyed expensive ingredients, but he was under direct orders to do anything in his power to make it stronger. He knew what it was for, he just didn’t ask. It was better not to know, do his part, consequences be damned. Severus sighed, disposing of the failed project cleanly. Recording his notations, he suddenly stilled. Fuck. Reg.
Closing his notebook, he quickly and swiftly walked towards the grounds, glaring at anyone who glanced his way. With no interruptions, he was able to apparate to the address enclosed in Regulus’ latest letter. He looked up at the house, so inconspicuous in a muggle neighbourhood. He was surprised. Didn’t all purebloods live like the Malfoys? He didn’t know. His own home was… Sev didn’t want to think about it. How long had he visited? A few months now. He didn’t want to think about his home, especially who he left behind there.
Sighing, he walked up to the doorstep, knocking. This was strange, so strange. Maybe he should have suggested a public space. It would’ve been easier. What was he supposed to say to Regulus? Nice place. Thanks for inviting me. Cool digs? Sev sighed again as the door opened.
Waiting felt like an eternity and Regulus’s impatience was running thin. He found himself pacing around his own house, thinking of the situation at hand. Severus was coming, an actual friend that was coming. He wasn’t sure if he’d actually had anyone come over before, considering that the Black’s didn’t really count and Christine was usually around Narcissa as it was. Plus, there was an age gap that made them feel like an older sibling that he no longer had.
He was busy wandering around, trying to see if there was really anything interesting. There really wasn’t anything that Regulus could think of and Kreacher was helping make suggestions, lifting items as Regulus would shake his head and sigh. There really wasn’t anything that he could think about. Just the normal pureblood things that bored Regulus.
He would pass by Sirius’s room and stare at it. He wasn’t sure what to expect, except that Severus wanted to look in there and he wanted to say no, but knew that he wouldn’t. Sev, was technically his only friend and Regulus wanted to keep it as such. He wasn’t willing to lose another person that he cared about, not that he would tell Severus that.
So, when he made his way back down from the four floors, Regulus tensed at the sound of a fist knocking against the door, Regulus found himself shying away. How would he react? Be cool, be cool. Regulus took a deep breath. However, the snap of Kreacher appearing, instantaneously at the sound, Regulus laughed and shook his head.
“I think I got it this time, Kreacher.” He couldn’t help the genuine smile or nervous laugh as Kracher nodded and disapparated back from whatever he had been doing. But Regulus slowly and cautiously opened the door.
“Hey.” The smile might have stayed, which was relieving considering that Regulus’s nerves felt as if they were on fire. “You can come in if you want, except there’s nothing cool or grand here. Oh, and if you happen to be sick with anything, please leave it at the door. I’m not putting up with that again.” He moved out of the way for Severus to enter. “Shoes off too. My mother will kill me.”
prongsmagicx:
James had to stop in place for a moment with a cigarette between his lips. With the events of the past few days still fresh in his mind, he glared hard at Regulus. Lucky for him, his last name kept James from losing it completely. “What’re you on about?”
The news of James parents were fresh in his mind, it wasn’t news that one read over and ignored. When he felt James glare, a corner of his mouth lifted into a smirk. “Like I said, is it worth fighting for, when all the deaths keeps piling up?” He had a plan, slightly twisted--but he wanted to get to James. He wasn’t sure if it was selfish or not. He could try and get under his skin just enough for Sirius to come back to him, or he could get James riled up enough to throw punches, considering that apparently it offered some type of release. Selfish or selfless, same thing. “It could be worse ya’know.”
