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Albus Potter is freaking RIGHT OUT. (_alsevpotter) wrote in makebelievelog,
@ 2012-08-09 21:42:00

Entry tags:

albus potter, regulus black

Who: Al and Reg
What: Talking Pt. 2: Electric Boogaloo
When: Eveningish. Thursday.
Where: The Roof.
Rating: ...Undetermined.

So. This. This was a thing Al would be doing. He tugged on his trainers and hoodie, fingering a hole he'd dug into it since he'd arrived. It felt lived in. That was about all he cared about. He hadn't made up his mind about returning to the kitchens yet, though he had visited. He wasn't that much of a prat, thanks ever so much, but all that visit had done was show him how much had changed.

And shit. Loads had changed.

Except apparently this thing that he was doing right now. Climbing out a window and onto the roof. This was a thing. It was their thing, more or less, and somehow that made this visit that much worse.

That and he hadn't figured out how to apologize for being an utter twat to Reg during that first conversation. Not his most brilliant moment, but then again, why the fuck would anyone expect him to have been brilliant in that moment? No one but Reg would be able to blame him. Sure he might get sour looks and disappointed head shakes, but no one would have the balls to blame him for lashing out a bit more than the situation called for.

He had been hurting.

Hell, he was still hurting, but he was man enough to stop trying to hurt other people while he did it.

It only sort of shocked him that he managed to get there before Reg. But just only.

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royalvenant
2012-08-10 02:32 am UTC (link)

Regulus was smoking before he made it to the roof, before he started climbing the spiral staircase inside the tower that lead to the roof, before he even made it to the tower. He left a trail of smoke behind him as he walked through the corridors of the castle, too focused on the thoughts yelling in his head to noticed the wrinkled noses and disgusted looks on the staff and castle residents he passed on his way. There was a lot to think about, Al was back, but Regulus couldn't be happy about that. Fate would be twisted like that.

About once every other step he thought about turning from his intended destination and just say 'Fuck it', give up. Because what was going to come of this but more digging at raw woulds that for Regulus had been almost ten months never healing? And this conversation, this new development only added a certain depth to these injuries.

Maybe it was utter and complete stupidity that drove Regulus through the door leading to the roof. He couldn't explain it himself.

He stopped just feet from the door and swallowed back about a dozen conversation starters, rejecting them for either being too blase or too blunt or too cold, or everything in between. This made for an awkward handful of seconds as Regulus just stared, mute at Al. Even his cigarette was forgotten in his hand.

"I-" the first word out of his mouth sounded awful. But once made it cracked the ice. It made the next awful attempt sound maybe just a little less awful. "Hey."

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_alsevpotter
2012-08-11 09:27 pm UTC (link)

"Hey." Al was curled up on the edge of the roof, one foot danging down off of it and kicking slowly in the wind. He hadn't really kept track of time since sitting. The lights from the city were pretty damn distracting when they wanted to be, or maybe more when Al needed them to be. It was pretty much habit now to haul his arse out here at odd hours when he wanted to quit over-thinking.

Course, now he couldn't stop. Shouldn't be too much of a surprise, but Al wasn't handling it any better now than he did normally and he desperately wished he had some kind of giant off-switch so he'd stop questioning every little thing he did.

They didn't both need to be over-analyzing. That was just silly.

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	royalvenant 2012-08-13 01:00 am UTC (link)
	Regulus stood there silent for another handful of painful seconds. The conversation wasn’t flowing freely at all. “Uh, do you want?” he held up the pack of cigarettes. He knew Al didn’t smoke like he did, but it couldn’t hurt to be polite. It was something to discuss at least. (Reply to this) (Parent)