Dec 15, 2024
Many moons later, James would still reminisce the first time he laid eyes on the captain of the Cassandra. He’s beautiful, face angular and brows dark, slender and poised. Every part of him screams dangerous, from the way his boots tread lightly across the wooden deck to the hand that rests upon the hilt of a silver sword, and his voice just as sharp. Yet his eyes are soft; sleepy, almost. Regulus Black has the eyes of a poet, and James wishes he were one, if only to adequately put into words everything that Regulus is.
What he isn’t, though, is friendly towards strangers.
“Who the fuck are you?”
[ between two lungs (it was released) by inkpot_winters on ao3 out now ]