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Tweak says, "We are Robin Hood!"

arrogant_black (arrogant_black) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2011-03-23 09:21:00

Entry tags:

ariadne, eames, regulus black

Who: Reg, Ariadne, and Eames
What: Regulus has an 'OMGWTFBBQ' moment and in a surprising turn of events seeks help from a human source and rather than a mineral source.
When: Tonight, right after this
Where: Ariadne's flat
Rating/Warnings: High, swearing and most likely discussions of past abuse
Status: In progress

Regulus read Sirius' text, '...and don't do anything stupid,' and knew his usual fall back plan for dealing with something of this mind crushing magnitude was right out. His brother would be watching him for any sign that he would slip off to find a motel somewhere, and would most likely take some kind of active measure to prevent even the purchase of the stuff Regulus wanted most. Fucking sodding... When did Sirius start 'caring'? And how could Regulus have been so fucking stupid, getting drunk enough to yap his mouth about things no one should ever know?

He paced his room in an indecisive flurry. He made frequent glances at his PDA, as if that might suddenly present him with all the right answers. It did not, and with each passing second he didn't know what to do his frustration increased until he was more than indecisive, he was in an out right panic. And suddenly he couldn't breathe, his chest constricted in a way he'd never felt before and he was unsure of how to handle it. He just knew the room was suffocating. He needed to get out of his room, out of the building and into fresh air. And for all of the two minutes that it took him bolt from his room and out of the building and to turn north, a randomly chosen direction, he didn't give a flying fuck what his brother threatened, he needed something, anything to still his racing heart and push back the rush of panic.

The late winter cold air was a slap in the face but the sharp pain was welcome compared to the inability to breathe before. It gave him confidence, maybe he could get away with this despite his obvious disadvantages. And he pressed onward, fully focused on one thing and rather oblivious to his surroundings, like of the people he was passing, or running into even.

The tiny woman should have been flattened, but was saved an arse to pavment introduction because of the fleeting recognition Regulus had, first thinking it was Juno, but then quickly noticing the lack of pregnant belly. Ariadne.

"Sorry," he said in a rush, his voice unsteady as he was at the moment, and he hastily reached to catch her so she didn't fall, "I have to-"

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dream_bigger
2011-03-24 10:17 am UTC (link)

Eames had stayed close to the kitchen doorway as he waited on the kettle boiling, listening carefully to everything Reg was saying. He dug out the secret stash of Jaffa cakes he'd hidden in the place and then made tea for everyone, working as quickly as he could. He lifted the Jaffa cakes and stuck the box under his arm, then lifted all three mugs and carried everything into the living room. The drinks were handed out, and then he tore open the biscuits and offered Reg one first.

The similarities between Reg and Sirius were astounding, sometimes, but then again, they were both very much products of their home environment. "Sirius said much the same thing when we offered him this. So I'll use a similar metaphor. We don't have to go through your memories to tidy them up. When you went to your school, you carried all your belongings in a trunk, am I correct? You didn't have to go through everything, one by one. Nobody saw what was in the trunk, just that you had one. It would be the same thing here. You'd put your memories into a box for safe-keeping, and then we'd build somewhere safe for you to store it in. You can visit the memory whenever you want, but it's not spilling all over the rest of... Well. Everything," he said, staying on his feet and pacing as he spoke. "And most importantly for you, you'd be the only person who would know what went in the box, unless you decide to share."

He paused and looked over at Reg, careful to keep even the slightest hint of anything other than strict professionalism from showing in his voice or body language. Ariadne could be the kind compassionate person for this, but Eames thought Reg would prefer for him to be strictly business. "This is what I've been offering you from the start, you know. Even if you're doing nothing more than considering this, it's a good thing, Reg."

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arrogant_black
2011-03-24 01:16 pm UTC (link)

Regulus took the offered biscuit because it was polite but he didn't eat it, he was far beyond the point that putting solids in his stomach was a good idea. Instead he turned the thing over in his fingers to release his nervous energy.

How did such things from different worlds work on people from other worlds? Regulus was an exceptional occlumens and legilimens, he'd started training as soon as he had learned how, and that was some years ago. He'd managed to safely catalog and store away the memories of his life prior to taking the Mark. Those ones could be brought up, examined and put away at will, or forgotten about completely. It was probably one reason he didn't get so incensed when talking about his mother the way his brother did.

But he couldn't revisit those memories from his time as a Death Eater the conscious fashion required for organization. He just simply couldn't bring himself to face those memories again. And because of that during that time his focus had been one thing only, keeping others out of his mind. Those memories were simply shoved behind defenses where they mulled around and occasionally showed up in dreams, or because of an outside trigger.

He was skeptical, to say the least that his memories could be just shoved somewhere where they would no longer be a bother.

Regulus looked from Eames to Ariadne. "Again, no offense, but I don't know how what you two can do would be any different from what I've already done."

Of course, things had been worse since he'd returned from the dead without his magic. Was it worth considering if nothing else things returned to how they were before he'd died?

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labyrinthine
2011-03-26 03:31 pm UTC (link)

"What you've already done hasn't worked, Regulus," Ariadne replied, gesturing with her Jaffa cake. "I mean, that much is obvious. And you've managed to get through it so far by being really lucky, and having people catch you before something irreversible happens, but how long is that going to hold out? Maybe trying something new will work better. Maybe having someone help you will give the protections the reinforcement they need."

Maybe she was being a little too blunt. "Look, we don't have to go grab Morpheus and start right now. We could go into one of my dreams first, or Eames, so you can get used to the idea. But will you at least consider it?" And then she popped the entire Jaffa cake in her mouth to prevent her from saying anything else and making it worse.

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