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[inwaiting-blog1]

location: Regulus’ flat, Rutland Gate date: 23 february time: 2:28 am      [ @pxrkinsxn ]

He should have been at Kingfisher’s, still. 

There was no telling who might drop by unannounced this time of morning looking for him. Hell, he had an appointment with Macnair at half three, for some ungodly reason, and it probably wasn’t good business to stand up his arms dealer, but he was fairly certain he could make it up to him with a well-placed favor another day and he was tired. 

It was late.

Who the fuck thought it was a good idea to do business at this hour?

He unlocked the door to his flat with shaking fingers and slipped the key back into the pocket of his jacket before making his way and dropping onto the couch, too tired to bother taking his jacket off, or even locking the door behind him.

Whatever. It didn’t matter. He’d close his eyes for a second, just a second, and then get up and turn on the lights and lock everything up and make his way to bed as soon as he could muster 

            up

                 the

                        energy...

[inwaiting-blog1]

location: Lumos Industries lobby date: 16 february time: 10:35am      [ @pxrkinsxn ]

Four energy drinks, a full breakfast, a run, and a hot shower later and Regulus was still, somehow, hungover. 

Usually his hangovers didn’t last past half seven. If he woke up with one, it was gone by the time he’d showered and had something to eat. But here he was, at almost eleven in the morning, sunglasses protecting his eyes from the bright lobby lights of Lumos’ first floor, with his head still aching and his stomach still turning. 

But Ava had said quarter to eleven, and a hangover wasn’t an excuse, as far as Ava went. So he’d sucked it up and had his driver bring him round anyway. 

The soft, even hum of tech buzzing through the building seemed to ring in his ears. What had he done last night? He remembered everything, hadn’t even drank that much while he was at the bar with Emmeline, but something must have gone wrong to make him feel this shitty twelve hours later.

     “Is Ava Parkinson in?” he asked the boy at the front desk, who couldn’t have been more than eighteen, a timid looking thing almost as scared as Ava’s interns tended to be. “I have an appointment. Could you call her? Cheers.” 

[contritum-coluber-blog]

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They didn’t know how they’d ended up so far away from Knockturn, but with it being just past three, a taxi had been decided as the best port of call. His phone had died, leaving him with no distractions, and the pair weren’t in any state for civil conversation. 

He’d felt something brush against his shoulder and figured it was just her arm. She’d always been a strong lass, he didn’t think anything of the usually heavy weight. 

“She’s a stunner, even like that. You’re a lucky man.” 

He looked up, trying to work out what the driver had said. Looking down, he saw it was her head against his shoulder. Eyes screwed tight, there was a crease in her brow as if even asleep she was worrying about something. Her mouth, adorably, fell open, though she was yet to snore. 

“Yeah, we’re not..It’s nothing…Never will be anything.” 

He watched the cabbie roll his eyes, a glint of humour in them, and mutter something that looked suspiciously like ‘kids’. 

It was what mates did, nothing more. She’d taken the time to go to his gig, even if she had criticized his taste in music the entire night. He couldn’t wake her up. 

He’d just note that down as yet another favour she owed him. 

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