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regulus arcturus black (royalvenant) wrote in makebelievelog,
@ 2011-04-18 07:44:00

Entry tags:

!ickle plot, albus potter, ickle regulus black, ickle sirius black, regulus black, sirius black

Who: Ickles: Reg and Sirius (maybe Al?); Adults: Reg and Sirius and definitely Al (please say you'll play with us Heather!)
What: The Pocket Blacks try to make an escape, are caught and then forced to witness what they grow into.
When: Monday morning
Where: Regulus and Al's rooms
Rating/Warnings: Low at first, then sure to spike when the Adult Blacks are forced to confront each other.
Status: In progress, closed

The adult who was sported the name of Regulus and looked something like Uncle Alphard (but wasn't Uncle Alphard) had walked back into the other room for a moment, leaving the younger Regulus on the sofa. This was a bad idea all around. Unsupervised, and under the direction of his brother, via the cell phone thing (that the Adult Version had showed him how to use) the younger version of Regulus was definitely not about to stay put on that sofa. Regulus wasn't about to just sit there while some strange adults walked around trying to control things.

Regulus glanced at all the doors and when a few more seconds passed and no adults issued from any other rooms he slipped off the sofa and started for the front door, wholly intent on leaving. But before he'd gone no more than a few steps it opened a crack and he froze. But when he saw the face of his brother pop around the edge his face broke into a wide grin. Of course his brother would have found him, of that Regulus had never doubted.

"Sirius!" he said in a harsh whisper, and moved quicker for the door.

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pad_foot
2011-04-21 11:33 pm UTC (link)

Sirius rolled his eyes, pushing his body away from the door and straightening up to make use of his full height, glad of that extra inch he had on Regulus. "I think I've had a hell of a lot more experience looking after eight year old you than you have. I know how to deal with him because I, obviously, spent every moment of my childhood doing just that. I'm also a lot less likely to take any crap from younger me."

"Fuck off!" he retorted, in response to Regulus' final statement. "What in the name of Merlin's blue balls makes you think I'm happy leaving either of them with you?" Sirius was still having trouble separating 'Regulus Black' and 'Death Eater' in his head. Regulus might as well have suggested Sirius throw the little boys in the next room into a vat of acid.

"Right. This is mental," Sirius groaned, stepping back in a hope that'd let him breathe, stop the angry tightening in his chest. His fingers tapped agitatedly against his thigh, his knee jumping randomly. Sirius forced himself to keep his voice level, because if he knew his younger self, he'd be straining to hear what they were up to. "What're we gonna do then? We clearly can't agree..."

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royalvenant
2011-04-22 09:10 am UTC (link)

Regulus didn't back down, even if his brother was the more physically intimidating of the two Black brothers, he'd faced worse. Privately, in front of Al he might break down, he most likely would when this was all over, and did he ever want to snap the rubberband hidden up his sleeve on his wrist until his skin was red and angry. But not here.

"For fuck's sake!" Regulus didn't even try to hide his scorn, but he did manage to keep his tone low enough not to carry. "You're absolutely right, I was about to spit them both and sling them over an open flame before you showed up. If only I hadn't called you so that you could know where they were and thwart my nefarious plans."

"You get high marks for losing one already and for being the cause of them hiding under the table." And then Regulus laughed, with as much mocking in the tenor of his voice as possible. "Right, you know them so well you knew right were to find them and called me- oh, wait, you didn't." He stopped short of just saying Sirius was inept.

"I think when you're ready to not make this all about you you can try again."

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pad_foot
2011-04-23 10:19 am UTC (link)

It took every inch of Sirius (admittedly very limited) self-control not to shove his brother back against the wall and smack him one. There was that laugh, and a mocking, sneering, 'I'm so much better than you' tone to his voice that made Sirius think of dark halls and a muttering elf and his Mother's cool gaze from the end of a table. It made him remember that house and the way they'd all spoken to him, and it set his teeth on edge. He sucked in a lungful of air, pushing his temper down, although every muscle in his body was wound impossibly tight.

"I knew exactly where he'd have gone," Sirius growled. "I knew, because, for some fucking reason, I loved you at his age. So don't you fucking look down on me. I had enough of you lot looking at me like I'm shit."

"I'm not the one making this about me," Sirius retorted,. "You're doing a brilliant job of doing that all on your own. I bet if anyone else had come and offered to take them from you, you'd have jumped at the chance. No matter how they acted." He met Regulus' glare equally, feeling hot fury bubble like poision underneath his skin.

"... We can hear you, you know," came a little voice from the other side of the door.

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royalvenant
2011-04-23 03:36 pm UTC (link)

Regulus opened his mouth to shot back before the hurt registered on his face and gave him away. But someone called out from inside, he was certain it was Sirius as at that age Regulus’ main default defense was being very quiet. Clearly his plan of having this confrontation where it wouldn’t directly bother the two small children inside had failed.

“Some fucking reason, huh?” he raised his eyebrow and gave a short, disgusted snort, “Ya, you really like that version of me.” It was hard to mistake the sarcasm in his voice.

Regulus had reached the limit of his patience. Sirius was holding onto something that was at least three years dead for the older Black and, as Regulus had already accepted, wasn’t something Regulus could change. The only good thing between them was distance, a whole fucking lot of distance.

“Get away from my rooms,” in a tone that bordered on defeated weariness, but still conveyed a dangerous edge.

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