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Some itemised Blackcest to celebrate 500 watchers. Naturally. Also I have no word count, so I'm probably cheating, but I was bored.
Author: spessartine
Pairing: Sirius/Regulus
notes: So this 20 facts meme that's going around has spread to characters and pairings. Regulus felt left out.
1. he's slowed to treacle in the light of the fire, slow breaching skin like rising marble, his soft is black, his light, his light is broken
2. waiting in the yawn of his sleeping silence his skin's so hot against you that your own body starts to thrum like wind-thronged blades, singing
3. he's your brother. your brother
4. his young fever fueled the drive of your sex long before you read its truth on your morning sheets
5. you wonder if your father saw it too - his sly beauty - you wonder it just once, and can't shake the sick feeling for days
6. turn him on his front limbs folded so neat and his back scratched with blush and he's anyone. repeat this. repeat it
7. round moan he makes is cracked, and quarantine is never enough for your thoughts, they spill, they spill out anyway
8. they spill across white sheets like the black tumble of his hair, wracked with silk and sadness
9. it's love, isn't it
10. his white collar sits against his neck and casts a thin line of shadow across the hollow of his throat that makes you hard
11. small hands even for his age and they rest against the small of your back like hot twitching things, like animals
12. beneath your jaw there's a place he presses his mouth to, slipped trinket of touch, and it makes you weak
13. with Bella's chin on his shoulder her hands clasped together white against his black robes he's like the picture of your father in the upstairs hallway: upright, worn, smooth like a piece of bone kept in a pocket and worried at for years of nervous fingers
14. he's your brother
15. when you fuck him, the line of his back becomes perfection, and you can remember nothing
16. he's nothing. he's lost. he was lost in some skipped moment of trickery that fell forgotten to the floor soft against rich carpet and he's lost
17. it was love, wasn't it, that soured you both and sparked in you your differences and their many permutations
18. look at him. he's the imprint you've left on the universe
19. the white skin of his wrist is tasteless against your tongue, un-flickered by pulse
20. he was your brother.
Author: spessartine
Pairing: Sirius/Regulus
notes: So this 20 facts meme that's going around has spread to characters and pairings. Regulus felt left out.
1. he's slowed to treacle in the light of the fire, slow breaching skin like rising marble, his soft is black, his light, his light is broken
2. waiting in the yawn of his sleeping silence his skin's so hot against you that your own body starts to thrum like wind-thronged blades, singing
3. he's your brother. your brother
4. his young fever fueled the drive of your sex long before you read its truth on your morning sheets
5. you wonder if your father saw it too - his sly beauty - you wonder it just once, and can't shake the sick feeling for days
6. turn him on his front limbs folded so neat and his back scratched with blush and he's anyone. repeat this. repeat it
7. round moan he makes is cracked, and quarantine is never enough for your thoughts, they spill, they spill out anyway
8. they spill across white sheets like the black tumble of his hair, wracked with silk and sadness
9. it's love, isn't it
10. his white collar sits against his neck and casts a thin line of shadow across the hollow of his throat that makes you hard
11. small hands even for his age and they rest against the small of your back like hot twitching things, like animals
12. beneath your jaw there's a place he presses his mouth to, slipped trinket of touch, and it makes you weak
13. with Bella's chin on his shoulder her hands clasped together white against his black robes he's like the picture of your father in the upstairs hallway: upright, worn, smooth like a piece of bone kept in a pocket and worried at for years of nervous fingers
14. he's your brother
15. when you fuck him, the line of his back becomes perfection, and you can remember nothing
16. he's nothing. he's lost. he was lost in some skipped moment of trickery that fell forgotten to the floor soft against rich carpet and he's lost
17. it was love, wasn't it, that soured you both and sparked in you your differences and their many permutations
18. look at him. he's the imprint you've left on the universe
19. the white skin of his wrist is tasteless against your tongue, un-flickered by pulse
20. he was your brother.