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Dance is the only thing that ever mattered, it's the only thing Regulus has ever known. He's not sure who he is without it.
Then it's just the two of them in the middle of the dance studio. Exactly as they always have been. Sirius and Regulus. The pair of them in an empty studio. The last ones. He finds some comfort in it even with all of the years between then and now. This is just their lives, he should be used to it. Rather than feeling like he wants to crawl out of his skin. Taking a moment to look around the room, noting all of the differences from his last studio. Finding steadiness instead in the similarities. Most studios bear resemblance to one another. This one though, has a charm to it. Not necessarily old and royal, but it feels like someone took care to make it feel like a home. After all dancers tend to spend more time here than in their homes. Will this become his home? Clearly it's already Sirius'. He just hopes there is a space for him.
chapter one of the dancer au <3
