Pollux Nigellus Black [beta geminorum] (![]() ![]() @ 2013-07-14 22:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !log, ~25 points, ~~pollux black (pollux_black), ~~sirius black (stainofdishonor) |
Who: Sirius & Pollux
What: Talking and drinking. Mostly drinking.
Where: Sirius' pad.
When: After Pollux's network
Warnings | Status: Underage drinking | in progress
Confusion wasn't necessarily a foreign thing to Pollux. For instance, he was regularly confused when--and why--Lucretia and Walburga egged each other on, and encouraged the throwing of rocks at Alphard, or Pollux himself. Just last week they'd bruised his knee with a particularly lucky shot, his memory of it made the muscle twinge, but he ignored it as he knocked on Sirius' door. It was a short rap, curt and precise despite the roiling turmoil in his brain, and in his belly. He didn't trust this man was who he claimed to be, but he couldn't deny the striking similarities in his appearance. Or what he'd seen of it on those tiny little.. images. (Why didn't the portraits move?) The intimate knowledge Sirius held of the family wasn't any more telling of the claims he made; they were a family that stood out to the public, and the media and such knowledge could always be found by those who looked for it.
And yet here he was. Sirius admitted him to the flat and Pollux resisted the urge to gape around for any telling signs of his temporary companion. Blue eyes were drawn to the man's face, and Pollux noted that if.. perhaps he were better (properly) groomed, the man would exhibit a weird mixture of Pollux's own features and Arcturus'. He hesitated for the span of a heartbeat and held back a sigh.
Wariness settled into his bones, but he held himself in check lest he give too much away. Awkwardly, he stood there, noting too that Sirius wasn't that much taller than him, which was good as it put them on even footing. He regarded the man stoically, examining him with veiled eyes.
"Hello." He held out his hand, thin, pale, and bearing a wedding ring. How did one greet suspected--but unconfirmed--family?