#arcturusforsaken

[thewrongsorts]

@arcturusforsaken​ from nobody said anything about anyone dying today

That's not how life works. People die everyday. And lot more are going to if Regulus doesn't do something about what he knows. He knows the consequences. He knows the pros and cons to doing what he must. It's not a want but a must. He has weighed everything. Every minute thing. This is the only way. He won't be missed.. Sirius and his brothers friends.. they would be.

So Regulus does as he always does. Keep calm and stoic when James speaks. But he doesn't respond to his words. "Good day, James." He said politely instead and moved to walk past him. Let them hate him. Or at least dislike him. It'll be easier for them to let him go.

James’ eyes narrow, mouth turning down in uneasy consideration.

He’s never liked Regulus— always thought he was a pompous little shit at best, or at worst probably chomping at the bit to join up with the death eaters. But... he is just a kid, and more important, he’s Sirius’ kid brother. They might be long estranged, but James of all people knows how much his best mate still worries about his brother.

And Regulus is acting strangely, he thinks. Like something might be... really wrong.

He called him his first time, for one thing.

James hesitates for a moment, grinding his teeth, but he sighs heavily and turns to catch back up with the younger wizard. “What, no time to talk at all?”

[fidusinhomine]

@arcturusforsaken: He took hold of her hand with a deep sigh and looked over the cut. “Honestly, you need to be more careful when making potions. The burn could be worse.” Regulus grumbled quietly before reaching into his bag and pulling out a magical burn cream and dabbing some one it. “This should make the pain go away and heal it most of the way.”

The young blonde grimaced, forcing herself not to flinch or pull her hand back from him, knowing that he'd only ever help her. "It was an accident, Reg," she said apologetically, watching as he gently dabbed the salve onto her hand. "Thank you though. I promise I'll try to avoid such mistakes in the future" she added, smiling up at him.

[aparecium-muses]

“Of all the stars in the sky, there are none as beautiful as you.” -Gladion

@arcturusforsaken

He instantly blushed almost instantly at that. Normally he’d ignore anyone who’d flirt with him. They only did so because they think he’d be an easy way to gain a title or wealth, or whatever they thought he had that they needed.

But it wasn’t what Gladion was doing. He wasn’t like that, mainly because Gladion had already most of those things. But also they didn’t matter. They were friends first. At least that’s what Regulus thought they were. After a sentence like that. Made Regulus rethink they’re entire relationship. He was over thinking it. He knew but he over thought everything. So Regulus quickly hide his face in his friends shoulder not wanting to embarrass himself anymore.

Gladion’s breath quickened, his heart beating a million miles a minute when Regulus hid his face in his shoulder. He was sure that Regulus would be able to feel how fast his heart was pounding. It had been one of those rougher days, a day where he needed Regulus to be close fearing being alone. No one cared about him, not his sister, not his parents- it felt that Regulus was the only one who saw him for him.

"You're cute like this," he murmured his own face heating up. His hands moved upward, wrapping him in a tighter hug a soft sigh of content leaving him. "Your cheeks are so pink- I think your ears are turning pink too." those words were followed by Gladion's hand pushing Regulus hair behind his ear to see if he was right.

[itswasteland]

@arcturusforsaken from here.

“A security measure for what? Me?” He huffed dusting his shirt off and giving his older brother a glare. “If you want to keep Mother and Father out of your room. A spell like that isn’t going to cut it. It’ll just make them angrier.” Regulus sighed and moved to sit on Sirius’ bed. “Go. I’m sure your school friends will take you in. You don’t need to be here.. I can be the heir.” His brother could be safe and happy for once. Being stuck in this house with out him would be worth it then.

Granted, it was not his best idea--making the door spit wood dust at anyone who knocked on it--but Sirius had figured the commotion outside would give him enough of a heads up that he could grab his bag and jump out the window before they caught him. He couldn’t stand another row. It was Regulus’ voice on the other side that had made him stay, made him cross the room and let him in. “Good,” he said. “I like them better when they’re angry. At least then they’re interesting.” It was a lie, and he was having a harder time hiding it tonight. He had tucked his hands into his pockets, leaning back on the balls of his feet, but he was shaking, and despite his forced smile, his lip was still bleeding. His eyes darted to the window, then back to Regulus. He wanted to, wanted to go more than Regulus could possibly know, to leave this house forever, find James and never look back. But it was harder with his little brother there than it would have been to run off into the night. 

“Come with me,” he said, the act dropping all at once, and suddenly all his bravado, all his world-can’t-care attitude was gone, replaced with a scared sixteen-year-old boy. He sunk onto the bed. “I can find someplace we’ll both be safe. Somewhere they’ll never find us. Fuck them and their heir. We don’t need them. I’ll take care of you.”

[thewrongsorts]

❝ listen, i… have to disappear for a while. ❞

For James

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“What d’you mean, disappear?” James’ brow furrowed.

For all that he’d seen Regulus since he graduated Hogwarts, the younger wizard may well have already disappeared. He knew —had heard— that the kid had probably made good on his potential to join up with the Death Eaters, but this was the first time he’d actually laid eyes on him in, what? Almost a year.

“...Isn’t it your brother you ought to be having this conversation with?”

[thewrongsorts]

❝ i’m not a kid anymore. ❞ also for James

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“Could’ve fooled me.”

James rolls his eyes, arms folded over his chest, but there’s some good nature in it— he doesn’t always know what to make of Regulus, after... everything. Finding out that Regulus had turned against He Who Must Not Be Named. Lily dying, and Sirius’ arrest, and the time James had spent working with Regulus to prove his innocence... He wouldn’t trust him to watch Harry or anything, but James is coming around Regulus.

But, still— “Harry makes less of a mess of my kitchen, and he’s five.”

[lcvedriven]

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the older brother regards the younger with something akin to hesitance in his eyes. coming home for the summer has not been his favorite thing to do - nor the winter or spring holidays, and both walburga and orion have made it clear they intend for him to come home for all of them. as though, if they were to keep him close, there might still be a chance to squash the difference out of him. 

“do you ever consider what it would be like?” his words are carefully measured. regulus is their son as much as he is his brother, and sirius knows he has to tread carefully, “if we weren’t ... this family? all of this noble and ancient stuff?” 

[lcvedriven]

'I don’t want to get into a fight with you.' For Sirius, an icebreaker mayhaps?

"why not? isn't that the family style?" there's a bitter edge to his voice. part of him wishes leaving had meant never seeing another member of his fwish he'd never seen them again - still wishes he could have brought his brother with him. wishes his brother did not beliee as small as it is.

he shoves his hair back from his face, shooting regulus a dark look he doesn't really want to give him. that other part of him - the part that doesn't wish he'd never seen them again - still wishes he could have brought his brother with him. wishes his brother did not believe the bile their family spits like venom.

"is there a reason you're talking to me? she's burned my face off the family tree already. i'm not coming back; she doesn't want me there."