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R. A. B. has a precioussss; (writtenblack) wrote in anon_rpg,

"Don't call me that!" Regulus snaps, and he barely hides the layer of ice underneath his words, as polite people would. He bloody hates nicknames, and he loathes the fact that she sees fit to employ his so recklessly (just like--), in this situation, when it was such a rarity in the past.

Princes and Kings don't ply to demands made by half-bloods (get it? 'little king'? ha, ha, so very witty -- but Regulus does take his namesake very seriously. He takes his family very seriously, which is why he is so easy to rile up, which is why he really does want to punch Sirius in the teeth when he spits out such bullshit about them and when he pretends he has a better, surrogate family. Regulus knows that his brother is baiting him; openly. Regulus replies with sarcasm, but sometimes he ends up punching walls as an aftermath. The Blacks were all really quite screwed up, and screwed over. A lovely family.

Regulus has not seen mother for almost two years.
Perhaps this is why it hurt so much. To be asked if…

Regulus has seen obligations. It was hard not to, because they have all slapped him in the face, all at once, and for a boy who was used to getting his way -- even if second in line for so long -- he felt damn furious that he had to comply to anything. And she is asking him to do the same. Comply. Bend. Answer. They are words with the same meaning.

He refuses.

Hestia is the sort of person who would read the lines he writes and say 'I'm sorry for you.'
He is the sort of writer who would stab his quill in her eye in retribution.

His teeth clench so hard that pain jolts through his jaw, unadulterated and sharp, and he doesn't stop pacing, changing course and coming to her, forcing that damned hand down.

Too much touching, today.
It seems so.. unsanitary.

But this is not the same sort of touch.
Its violence is restrained, but barely; his anger, too, it--

"You don't know what you're asking, you stupid chit."

Regulus is angry, very angry. But it is not because she is probing at his thoughts; he has those in safe-keeping. He is angry because -- how could she, how dare she, what nerve she has to ask for him to sign her death sentence, by telling her -- plainly, openly -- the damned truth.

(A truth he is not certain that she (is willing) able to believe.
Oh, and by the way, you are shagging a sadist and a murderer. Felicitations on your /most/ excellent selection. )