Regulus A. Black (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} royal_venant) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} brightlightlogs,@ 2010-03-14 12:19:00 |
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What: Talkin', Reg is back to struggling
When: Yesterday
Where: Teh Roof
Rating/Warnings: Swearing will likely occur
Status: In progress, closed
Regulus rubbed his heel against the cold concrete of the roof, snuffing out the burning life of the cigarette he'd just finished, then promptly lit another. He sat with his back to the solid barrier surrounding the top of the Zenner building. It was quiet and peaceful up with the wind and the sun, and no one was around to disturb him - he'd invited Al, but, interestingly, he didn't find Al disturbing.
He was decidedly not looking at his left arm, and trying to simultaneously not think about it, and to try to come to grips with the fact that he was back in the state he'd been before he was turned into a child again, something wholly connected to the Mark branding his left arm.
It had been nice to be ten again, Regulus could achingly recall how innocent he'd felt. He found the whole situation to be cruel, not the being turned ten, but the return to adulthood and the completely debauched condition that was his adulthood - he'd been turned to a state of purity and goodness and then returned to the memories of all that he'd done.
He hated Zenner, and himself, for it.
The cigarette in hand was, again, finished, he snuffed it and lit another.