hardestofhearts (ex_hardestof528) wrote in bloodburn, @ 2011-03-31 01:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: regulus black, character: stephen croaker, location: sunderland, status: complete! |
Who: BADASS MOFOS Regina & Stephanie Regulus & Stephen
What: Thomas is wandering around like a crazy fool. Stephen is being spectacular. Interaction of the most epic kind will take place.
Where: A street.
When: 29 March | Mid-day
Rating: G
Status: Complete
It had been a few hours now, hadn't it? Since he had last eaten.
It would suffice to say that his stomach was clenching and rumbling most uncomfortably --and the hungrier he found himself, the less inclined Regulus was to be patient with the fools surrounding him. All it would take was someone making the mistake of bumping into him and he'd be ready to go off on a raging tangent. But, as it were, no one seemed particularly interested in even so much as approaching the young man, covered in clothing he had acquired in the past few months and in dire need of a shower and a shave. Not that anyone could blame them. Regulus certainly didn't. Thomas Williams was a wretched creature, barely worth even looking at. He was malnutritioned and bordering the gross.
And he had the most pathetic of faces. Rather like seeing a forlorn and dejected kitten too stubborn to admit its own tragedy.
But that was Regulus as well.
It might have been better if he had admitted his own defeat and actually looked for some shelter with someone, maybe apologize to his brother and beg for help. Hell, his cousin Andromeda might have even been willing to take a chance on the spoiled brat that he was. But those stubborn bones kept him rigid and unmoving. There was no way in hell that he'd ever admit to his faults and beg anyone for forgiveness. At least, not yet --that's what he told himself. Not yet. As though he had time to wait around, starving to death and whatnot; he had plenty of time to own up to his misdoings and utter that dreadful word. Sorry. He still didn't see what he, of all people, had to be sorry about. The only living thing worthy of any apology from Regulus Black was that dreadful Kreacher; but he had been to mortified by the circumstances at hand to remember to say such a thing before he had run off and pretended to die.
To everyone else: fuck off. He made his mistakes and he wasn't going to apologize to anyone for hating him for it. It wasn't as though they had tied him down and shown him the error of his ways. And if they had, they obviously hadn't tried hard enough. Obviously.
Taking in a deep, ragged breath, Regulus pressed his hands firmly against his stomach and ran his tongue across his lips in a futile attempt to moisten them. His mouth was dreadfully dry any more. No longer did he partake in the wasting of hot teas and desserts. He was lucky if he could find so much as a crust to hold between two fingers. If it all came to it, he'd steal. He wasn't a particularly skilled thief, but if he had to he would. Simply to survive. The smell of a nearby bakery had caught him off guard, taunting and tormenting him with the wafting aroma of delights he would not be allowed.
Still pathetic, he slowly made his way down the street to the bakery in question and stared inside at the meager shop. It wasn't exactly the sort of heaven he imagined it were, the paint chipping and the walls looking ready to crumble, but it did harbor a brilliant selection of breads.
Jealousy struck him with each passing customer that bought and walked out with their choice of the lot.