darkestheir:
chester marches out of the room and regulus thinks for just the barest moment that he can go back to work, go back to recording and writing – before chester comes back, hauling a box in their arms that is upended onto his desk not a moment after.
countless papers dump out of it, almost more than the ones regulus has already acquired in his expeditions and his own work, and he picks one up to recognize – his own writing, which surprises him.
another shows the same thing – and another shows dismas’s instead, recognizable as anything. it was true they found strange papers in the different parts of the estate, but regulus had always assumed them lost or stolen from someone else in the estate.
“ chester, where did you get these? ”
The box was dropped and kicked to the side, and for the first time since they’ve been here, they were silent. They hadn’t been there for every single one of those, of course not, but they were there for the aftermath.
Arms crossed over their chest as they stared at the pistol, barely peeking out from under the blanket of diaries. The question was heard, but Chester didn’t answer, only reaching out to pick up the gun.
“I took them before you could grab them. Was gonna wait until I knew ya could handle the information. I waited too long, I fuckin’ guess.”
