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regulus_a_b

Reckoning

Jul 13, 2006 01:58

The slim figure of Regulus stood unnaturally still before a solid wooden panel door, the pads of his fingertips almost touching the rough-hewn surface. His countance seemed devoid of expression, though upon uncomfortably close examination a small hint of something shined out through his eyes, shattering the well-maintained illusion of stolid ( Read more... )

sirius

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howlsoftly July 13 2006, 20:00:14 UTC

[I love your writing, so so much. I especially love how knocking on a door is a two-paragraph-long process involving the word "stolid." *licks*]

mischief_major July 14 2006, 02:10:00 UTC

[Agreed. Jesus. I feel intimidated just commenting; I can't write people as well as that door was written.]

howlsoftly July 14 2006, 02:17:49 UTC

[Mwahaha, you see what I mean. And Remus got to kiss him! *gloats*]

mischief_major July 14 2006, 02:20:40 UTC

[Just so you know, I'm pouting now. And running off to write Blackcest.]

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mischief_major July 14 2006, 02:16:55 UTC

Sirius heard the knock the first time--too soft, he knew, for either parent--and tried to ignore the way his body tensed at the noise. He glanced warily at the door, which was being knocked on again, and wondered what exactly to say. "Fuck off, I hate you," would be too rude (and, Sirius realized, somewhere, too dishonest); "Come in for a spot of tea," wouldn't be rude enough.

He settled for curling his fingers around the doorknob, steeling himself against the cold metal, and pulling the door open a crack. "What," he said, somewhere between calm and enraged, "do you want?"

regulus_a_b July 14 2006, 02:22:48 UTC

Regulus faced his brother through the barely perceptible gap between door and frame, an eyebrow raised sardonically.

"To talk, if you're interested. If not, well- I'm not up for a duel or a brawl today."

mischief_major July 14 2006, 02:29:37 UTC

Here it was again--that odd sensation where family and friendship started to chafe, where Sirius couldn't remember why he drew his lines.

Still, there were standards. Opening the door a little wider, he stepped back and waved a hand vaguely. "Come in."

regulus_a_b July 15 2006, 05:19:46 UTC

The younger Black stepped into the room with an alacrity almost undercutting the mood of mild interest sustained by his expression.

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