Doors Halloween (doorsween) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2013-10-29 00:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | plot: halloween |
Who: The Knight
What: Reveal
Warnings: None
Of course he was afraid, he literally had nowhere to turn on a good day, and on a bad day he was convinced they (either side of them really) would hunt him down and string him up. He was supposed to be dead, and he had preferred it that way. He'd gone out on his terms doing what he knew to be the right thing, and now here he was in the wrong place, at the wrong time, squatting in a basement of a foreclosed house on the muggle side of things.
He watched as his family made arses out of themselves, he watched from the sidelines constantly and he felt like a coward for it. But he wasn't a coward, he'd already proved that to himself. He just doubted he'd ever be able to prove it to anyone else - and most of all - he doubted that he'd be able to decide who to prove it to.
So here he was, Regulus Black, in a dank basement staring at his set up for overriding the WWN and he wondered about getting a message to his brother, he wondered how that would even work out, if he should just suck it up and seek him out face to face. Or on the journals. He put quill to paper and watched as the inkblot grew and grew under the pressure. No. Not yet. He couldn't do it.