Under A Bad Sign | Alecto && Regulus
Regulus closed the heavy dungeon door, cool beneath his rough palms. A pair of slender, ivory legs dangled near the fireplace, drawing his attention to the center of the common room with a smirk tugging at his full lips. He snaked his arms around the back of the chair, fingers sinking deftly into tense shoulders.
“It’s late, even for you...”
Plucking a cigarette from her fingertips smugly, he took a long pull before allowing the object of their shared habit dangle in her hand once more. He recognized the papers - a present he had gifted for the holidays. The seeker’s hand fell back to her shoulder, nudging the blonde playfully before he moved to take the seat beside her.
“One might even think you waited up for me,” a wink. “You know how Slughorn loves to chat.”
