InsaneJournal

RP: Non-Conforming As Can Be
Characters: Regulus, Jaime
Time/Date: 19 October 2023, eveningish time
Location: Common commons
Warnings/Rating: TBD - language warning, though
Summary: Reg's kind of losing his mind.
Status: Complete



If he was being honest with himself, he really wanted nothing more than to curl up in his room, on his bed, and just sit there for the rest of the night. He didn't want to be out in the open. But at the same time, he didn't want to be alone.

He'd sent a note to his brother. He didn't know what had possessed him to do that except for the sudden stark reality that was that he didn't have anyone else to turn to. While he didn't expect it, he had vague hopes of Sirius pulling his head out of his ass long enough to realize that Regulus was really hurting, was really scared, and to be the big brother he'd never been very good at being and give a shit but he really wasn't holding out much hope for that. He wasn't holding up much hope of a response. He was likely just confirming what Sirius already knew, really.

But a little brother was always going to hope. Even if - by some random, fucking anonmally - he was now the elder of the two of them.

He wasn't really aware of his surroundings, or doing much. He was kind of curled up on one of the couches, staring into the fire. He both wanted to talk to someone, and wanted to be left alone, and didn't want to be alone ever again.

For all he knew, all of this panic was for naught. The Dark Lord wouldn't care. He hadn't really betrayed him yet after all - maybe he could convince him that he never would. Or that it was lies. Maybe all of this panic was pointless because they were going to catch him and kill him again.

But even still. He couldn't help but feel this was only the beginning of the hell the wizarding world was about to face.