|Sawyer (riphertoshreds) wrote in electric_potato,|
@ 2008-03-17 16:00:00
|Entry tags:||fanfic100, hp, regulus black|
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Regulus Black
Prompt: 064; Fall
Word Count: 164
Summary: Regulus lets himself live in the moment.
A/N: I'm not really sure where this came from, but I think it's both cute and a bit sad, depending on how you take it. This could've been after he realized Voldemort was bad, after his brother left, or maybe it's just... him. He could be contemplating suicide, I don't know. Interpret it the way you want to.
The ground was rushing to meet him, brilliant green grass giving a falls impression of softness and -
- the wind howled in his ears as he plummeted, drowning out everything else, including his thoughts. He shut his eyes briefly, longing to just enjoy the moment for what it was, before –
- he snapped them back open to watch. He hesitated for a moment, considering his next move –
- but relex took over at the last second and Regulus felt a huge rush as he turned his broom nose up, pulling away from the ground just a few feet away, shooting so far into the air that he probably was no more than a speck to onlookers.
He shook his longish black air out of his face and pushed his broom into another arc, speeding back towards the earth, forcing his brain to let his reflexes and subconscious take over. It was the only way things truly made sense.