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[nataliedupont-blog]

Split Personalities // Natalie and Regulus

On Mission

December 20th

@rexulus-blaxk

When Natalie had gotten word that she was to be called for a mission, she had been excited.  She hoped the Dark Lord had heard of her attempts to prove her worth, her missions with Barty, Rod, and Evan and even her attempt to intimidate young Miss Pandora, and honored her with an assignment all her own.  That was simply one step closer to making sure when the Death Eaters won, Natalie would be in place to protect the people she cared about.  

Instead, she found out she had been assigned to a recon escapade with Regulus Black, which basically added up to hours outside in the damp cold watching the house of a suspected Aversio member.  It wasn’t exactly the sort of assignment she had been hoping for, but it wasn’t the worst.  At least the company wasn’t too bad.  

Regulus and Natalie had grown up around each other, as pureblood children tended to do.  They had been cordial for years, but had never quite run in the same social circles.  Regulus often came off as stuffy, especially when compared to his brother, but Natalie understood what it was like to be overlooked.  She had been overlooked many times, especially now.  Perhaps it would do them both good to get to know each other better.  Natalie rubbed her hands together, breathing heavily into them to warm them.  

“They never tell you these Death Eater missions are so cold, do they?”  Natalie had thought to put on her warmest sweater, but she hadn’t grabbed anything more than her finger-less Hufflepuff gloves.  She grinned at him, turning her eyes back to the house in question.  “So, how long are we supposed to sit here before we either freeze or find something out?  Because at this rate I’m halfway convinced the house is abandoned.”  

[oberint-dum-metuant]

Regulus

How interested they are in having sex with them: 4/10 How much they would pay (or have to be paid) to have sex with them: “ I’d definitely need something. Money. Drugs. Firewhiskey. Something”If they would rather bottom or top them: Bottom TopHow good they think they would be: 5/10If they’d prefer kitchen counter, wall, or shower sex with them: “His choice. I’ve got no preference.”If they’d fuck, have sex, or make love: “ A quick fuck.”If they were going to make it a threesome, the third person they’d pick: “If I had to guess? He’d choose Rabastan or someone like that.”If they think there’s ever a possibility that it would happen:“Not likely.”

[oberint-dum-metuant]

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I would kill you.✧ I would physically hurt you.✧ I would attack you unprovoked.✧ I would manipulate you.✧ I dislike you.✧ You annoy me.✧ You scare me.✧ You intimidate me.✧ I hope I intimidate you.✧ I pity you.✧ You disgust me.✧ I hate you.✧ I’m indifferent toward you.✧ I’d like to get to know you better.✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you.✧  I’m unsure what to think of you.✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you.✧ You are my friend.✧ You are my best friend.✧ You are my mentor.✧ I look up to you.✧ I respect you.✧ You are my hero.✧ You inspire me.✧ You are my enemy.✧ You make me happy.✧ I want to protect you.✧ I would fight by your side.✧ I consider you an equal.✧ I think you are beneath me.✧ I think you are above me.✧ I would lie for you.✧ I would lie to you.✧ I would sleep with you.✧ I would sleep by your side.✧ I would hug you.✧ I would kiss you.✧ You are family to me.✧ I would die for you.✧ I would kill for you.✧ I would trust you with my life.✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging.✧ I would trust you with a secret.✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret.✧ I love you (platonically).✧ I love you (romantically).

[personallyassassinated-blog]

dorcas & regulus 🎃 goblins & ghosts

@rexulus-blaxk

        🎃  SKELETON ARMS reached over the heads of small children and her glove-covered fingers wrapped around a sugary churro passed to her by a quiet girl working a booth. Cutting children for the sweet taste of fried dough was not below her. Careful not to smudge black painted lips, her pearly whites sunk into the crisp treat and she turned around, content to wander the busy streets in vague paranoia about what could happen if she were careless. The Quidditch World Cup taught her crowds weren’t safe.

         She munched her pastry as she entered the Potions shop, interested in the over-the-top decor presented by the macabre store. Real spider webs crawled with tarantula-sized, eight-legged creatures in every corner. Skulls sat on shelves, rotting flesh falling from withered and brittle bone. Potions brewed, omitting strange scents of death mixed with something sickly sweet. Bats clung, upside down, to the ceiling. And Santa Claus stood, red-faced and jolly as ever, in the middle of the dark scene. Lips cracked into a small smile before she even recognized the other; Sirius Black. 

       “You would turn this holiday into a ridiculous joke,” Dorcas teased, laughing as she approached the ex-Gryffindor that’d been in her year and best friends with the only boy she’d ever dated, punching him lightly against his bicep. “Santa, really? Can I hire you to star in a Christmas spectacle?” Caramel eyes twinkled in amusement, her precise skull-makeup contorting slightly with her grin.