hardestofhearts (ex_hardestof528) wrote in rpgincognito, @ 2010-10-19 17:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, 1980-10, c: narcissa malfoy, c: regulus black |
WHO: Regulus Black & Narcissa Malfoy
WHAT: Regulus has gone off to visit his cousin, as he so often does, this time with troubles weighing him down. He'd never come out and say it, so he'll simply tip-toe around the idea in hopes she'll have some pearls of wisdom to share with him.
WHEN: Tuesday; Late Afternoon
WHERE: Malfoy Manor
RATING: PG-13 ; Reggie might let a few curse words slip, but I can't imagine the scene getting any worse than that.
STATUS: In-Progress
It was the same route he took, the same trees surrounding him, the same door to knock and the same house elves greeting him as he stepped inside; this time, however, he was not the same. This was not to say that Regulus had grown up in any way. At least not since he had last seen his cousin, but he certainly did not express the same excitement to be inside the Malfoy Manor as he generally did all those times before. He was scared, terrified by the thoughts in his head and the emotions weighing him down; he was angry, feeling like such a fool, so easily blinded and controlled by someone who had never cared for him at all; more importantly he was lost and he needed advice.
But Regulus would not go to just anyone, it was Narcissa, and Narcissa only, that he would run to in times like these. He loved and trusted her whole-heartedly and often found that she always had the right thing to say.
Having carefully removed his coat, Regulus draped it lazily over a chair before running fingers through his tousled hair, attempting to smooth it out as best he could. He wanted to look presentable, despite all the hair-pulling and fretting he had done all day and the entire flight over here. In his pocket was a gift --a small box wrapped up in exquisite paper, housing a strand of pearls around a flower of rubies and yellow diamonds; he had to borrow quite a pretty penny from his parents for it, but Regulus didn't want to show up without something for his cousin. He always aimed to bring something for Narcissa; his way of showering her in affection and thanking her for being his friend. Regulus didn't have many and often went overboard in the few he did have.
A passing house elf, wretched and old, had caused his stomach to clench and sink down like a stone in a pond. Kreacher had returned to his thoughts and the young man found himself buried with guilt and frustration all over again, watching that pitiful creature whimper and whine as he finished glasses, mugs and bowls of water. The rage burned in his chest which only, in turn, reminded Regulus of the horrid truth of his life and the fears now haunting him at night. How he tossed and turned in his bed, wondering if the shadows dancing on his wall were Death Eaters, once comrades now sent to dispose of him because they found out, Voldemort found out that he was no longer loyal.
Unwilling to let these thoughts interfere with the calm safety of being with his cousin, Regulus shooed the house elf away with harsh, hateful words and a rigidly pointed finger.
It wasn't until he had caught sight of Narcissa did he brighten up again, leaping towards her with a smile. "Cissy!" He exclaimed; he had long-since adopted Bellatrix's nickname for her sister, as Regulus had spent so much time around her. "How...how have you been?