regulus arcturus black

[melisica]

[eddiethawne]

get to know me meme:  (2/5) favorite musicians/bands » hozier “[Tom Waits] called it bad news from a pretty mouth. I really like that, and I kinda like putting something that’s pretty next to something that’s horrendously ugly - ugly about yourself or ugly about the world - and putting it in a beautiful way. I’m quite attracted to that, I think.”

[carolinemakesameme]

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[toujoursregulus]

[licnbcrn]

[toujoursregulus] “ what happened to your face? ”

Abusive Relationship Starters

     “Ah — it’s nothing, really. Just fell off my       broom. That’s what I get for not paying       attention.” 

[toujoursregulus]

          he didn’t know if he believed her, didn’t know if he cared, one eyebrow arching slowly for lack of anything to say.  he waited for some inkling of motivation to come upon him, compassion or amusement or the desire for cruelty, but there was nothing.

          ❛ — don’t suppose you look any worse than usual. ❜

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[toujoursregulus]

james.

James had just wiped a mixture are tears and blood from his face. He shook as he stood in front of the other and grabbed his glass from the house elf quickly in order to try to calm his own nerves as well. “Yes. Fathers seem to be the same anywhere you find someone with our blood at least.” He commented more on the subject but regretted giving into the feeling of hatred he possessed at that moment. Clearing his throat, he took another drink and put his weight on a wall with one hand holding himself upright. “What is the favour Regulus? Anything extreme? I might be able to help.” James began thinking of different ways his housemate could help him out as well. He realized he needed more information before his thoughts could conjure something of significance. 

          he ignored the blood, ignored the tears--- what else could he do?  even if james wanted a shoulder to cry on, regulus was not the sort to provide it.  his kindness could come only in the form of pretending that he didn’t see.

          hatred was useful, and reg certainly didn’t judge him for that, but his gaze flicked upward, brow furrowing slightly at the retort.  ❛ better than a muggle father, ❜  he said, perhaps more harshly than was warranted.  better to be little gods with bruised faces than worms crawling in the dirt.

          still, at the change of subject, he let out a small laugh, dry and barely amused, but genuine nonetheless.  ❛ no, nothing like that.  no bodies to destroy or dark rituals to perform. ❜  he held out his glass, patiently, regarding the elf with an unreadable expression as the cup was filled again.

          ❛ i want to try a new charm on my broom, but it takes two wands to do it. ❜

[musingmemes]

  ‘start an argument’ starters

“ what in the world is this!? ”

“ i thought i was clear! ”

“ this is why we can’t have nice things! ”

“ do you understand the damage you’ve done here!? ”

“ there’s no coming back from this, ever! ”

“ get away from me! ”

“ i can’t believe you would do this to me! ”

“ i’m not talking about this ANY more. ”

“ i can’t believe you lied to me… again! ”

“ no! just leave me alone! ”

“ i’ve never been more angry at you in my entire life! ”

“ did you seriously think this would be okay? ”

“ forget it! ”

“ i can’t even look at you right now! ”

“ i think you should go. ”

“ i can’t believe you’d do this to me…”

“ you were flirting with them! ”

“ was it worth it? ”

“ i can’t do this anymore! ”

“ you need to pull yourself together. ”

“ i don’t believe you. ”

“ how am i supposed to trust you now? ”

[toujoursregulus]

“That was genuinely mildly impressive.“

          he was trying to suppress a smirk, because that was a high compliment in his circle.

          ❛ just following directions, ❜  he said, passing off the compliment with a dismissive wave, though his chin was tilted up at the flattery and his posture relaxed visibly — a rare thing these days.

          ❛ how’s yours, then? ❜

[paramoredaily]

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[sliceofmemepai]

The 44th icon in your folder is your muse’s Driver’s License photo.

[toujoursregulus]

[toujoursregulus]

sirius.

                   ❛ ——Well. This is BOLLOCKS. ❜

          ❛ your FACE is bullocks. ❜

[toujoursregulus]

lupin.

 “ rough day, old chap? Looks like the bludgers tried to       cop a feel on your face, yeah. What in Merlin’s       beard happened, if I dare inquire?”

          he wasn’t in the habit of talking to any of sirius’s friends.  hated their guts, in fact, just on principle, but the conversational tone of voice caught him off-guard (and he hated passing up an invitation to talk about himself).

          ❛ --- yeah.  bludgers happened. ❜

          he was giving a lupin a sideways look, wary and critical, and after a beat of silence held out the cigarette in his hand on the off-chance he cared for a hit.  what the hell could it hurt?  besides, just imagining sirius’s face upon hearing he was buddying up to his friends was enough to coax a smirk into the corner of his mouth.

[toujoursregulus]

macdonald.

           “well since you’re not              going to eat it, then it’s              it’s only fair that you              give it to M E, right ??”

          a deadpan stare is punctuated by an expression of mild disgust, his body subconsciously pulling away from her as if the very air around her is diseased.  he picks up the previously untouched sweet, and drops it right into the dirt.

          ❛ be my guest. ❜

[toujoursregulus]

james.

After taking another hit to the face the boy was excused from his punishments to greet the guest. The guest being a Black most likely had something to do with the leniency. James father and older brother stuck by the Dark Lord and in turn respected the Blacks almost above other supporters. The boy wanted badly to be a part of this revolution but was trapped between his new found feelings for a girl and his ambition of a perfect pure world. He still pictured it all that way, even if his lover was a half-blood.

As he stood he inhaled sharply but looked at his fathers disgusted face and decided it was best to keep quiet. He put his black button up shirt back on to cover the wounds and walked to the bar to greet the other. ❝Hello Regulus. I apologize for that. Why are you here? Not... trying to be rude or anything.❞ James looked at the elf as if he was supposed to be handed a drink as he entered the room.

          it was nothing new for him, nothing new for james, he knew.  whether punishment came from a fist or a wand, when it came to their parents, it was always heavy-handed.  he just hadn’t expected to floo in to the middle of it.  such things were better left behind closed doors.

          the sort of relief he might have felt in his younger years, the sort he’d always felt when he’d stepped in on his brother’s behalf when punishment was being dolled out, was absent now, dulled to the point of nonexistence.  he should have felt something about it, compassion or anger or self-righteousness, but he felt little more than a cloying numbness.  what a disgusting spectacle.

          when james entered the room, regulus was still leaning against the arm of a couch, a languid posture that was nevertheless poisoned by tight muscles and a dark expression.

          ❛ no need to apologize, ❜  he replied, voice soft and cold, drowned immediately by another sip from his glass.  one would think, after everything they’d seen and done, it would take much more to unsettle him, but he hated any reminder that they were not untouchable.

          ❛ i suppose fathers are the same everywhere. ❜

          it was disguised as a passing comment, one that held no weight inherently, but his eyes slid over to james’ in something akin to benevolent dismissal.  there was no need for apology, and no need for embarrassment, because regulus was certainly no stranger to discipline.

          he swirled the drink in his glass, biding his time as his nerves settled (the alcohol was helping).

          ❛ ... i have a favour to ask.  and, of course, i would be willing to do a favour for you in return. ❜

[toujoursregulus]

lily.

       “Somehow, I think I’ll have an easier time with that than you will.” She, after all, had already done that once before.

          she’s granted a slight tilt of his head, a narrowing of his eyes.  he contemplates her rebuttal even as he attempts to fix his face into a mask of scoffing condescension, refusing to acknowledge the fact that he doesn’t have a pre-programmed reply.

          ❛ i very much doubt that.  your end is coming, evans, and the self-proclaimed heroes of your cause are too busy pulling down snape’s trousers to care about what happens to you. ❜

[halosydnes]

You care so much you feel as though you will  b l e e d  to death with the pain of it.

[toujoursregulus]

          headcanon that reg’s masochism started when he’d jump into sirius’s fights with his parents.  inevitably, they’d both get punished, whether the punishment came in the form of physical blows or magical hexes or missing dinner or standing in the corner for six hours, but there always came that fierce twist of pride and pleasure at the knowledge that he’d soaked up some of what would have inevitably been aimed solely at sirius, mixed with the pain and sickness of said punishment.  so his scars and bruises were a source of dark pleasure, something that carried over when he joined the dark lord, an enjoyment of pain that helped feed into a lack of fear of death and punishment and infighting.  he was always one to wear his heart on his sleeve, and he had no qualms about picking fights even with his own friends and allies, much less his hated enemies.

          even when he stopped stepping in to defend sirius to his parents, that was a form of masochism also.  he was punishing not only sirius but himself, taking away from himself that feeling of being a hero, of solidarity, of pride, and instead condemning himself to the sick, creeping pain of betrayal and abandonment, inventing for himself new ways to be tortured due to sirius’s rebelliousness.