𝐁𝐞͟𝐥͟𝐥͟𝐚͟𝐭͟𝐫͟𝐢͟𝐱͟.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐘 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 ⠀𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 ⠀𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 — ⠀𝙨𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙚 . . . ⠀ 𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 #𝘢𝘣𝘴. ⠀ ⠀

Charcoal 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙨 between her fingers, the line unfinished as his voice unfurls behind her —— she rises at once and crosses to him without hesitation, her head bowed. “Yes, m’Lord?”

A hum leaves crimson lips, gaze returning to the dull expanse above. “Perhaps. But even assholes have their place —— some of them shine better than the rest.”

Regulus is welcome to, her head turning to him with the faintest smile. “I realised the sky doesn’t judge, doesn’t expect—— unlike everyone else.

Sprawls out across the grass, contemplating 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚.

— the knife-point of his displeasure. “But do not imagine I’d ever mimic Muggles. A misstep is not a stain.”

“𝙊𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚, Lord.” Despite her confident, drunk poise, a flicker of wounded pride slipped through. The eldest Black stood, straightened her black dress, and glared down at him like she was daring him to insult her again — brave, 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚 girl, dancing on —

. . . that damn white rabbit.

Isn’t he just 𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨? The greeting lingers, for just a moment, before she pulls out a bar of dark chocolate and offers him a piece.

“I 𝙖𝙢 sober, m’Lord.” The blatant lie slips past alcohol-coated brims, / 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦, / smile wild and unwavering.

𝙎𝙞𝙩𝙨 on his lap.

— him the last untouched part of herself — her will, her purpose, her being. “I need something no one else holds, Lord, something that proves I stand above them.”