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My name is NOT Regina, Sirius! (_cor_leonis) wrote in shards_of_time,
@ 2008-09-26 15:53:00

I didn't know I had a twin!
Who: Regulus and Regulus "Paul" Black
What: They're going out for coffee, cause Paul is obviously nuts.
Where: Somewhere in London
When: Just as soon as Regulus finds the lobby
Warnings/Status: None/Started

Coughee. Regulus had never had that before, but Paul said it was a drink and something from the Gods and the boy really just wanted to take his word for it and not test it out because he couldn't see the appeal in such a beverage. Unfortunately for him the cot like bed he'd been given as a temporary sleep place was unbearable because the room he shared was also inhabited by five or so other people. People he didn't recognize and people that smelled funny. Really funny.

And they snored.

It was a bad place for him and sick really, sleeping didn't make any of it go away either because it was hot and stuffy and he as sure that he was beginning to smell like his fellow rifters, as he'd started calling them, and frankly it wasn't appealing. But now, now though he'd got his chance to escape it for a bit and that was through coughee with Paul. Regulus had to get directions to the lobby from three different people on his way out and most of them looked just as confused as he did but he made it some twenty minutes after telling Paul he was on his way.

Now where was he? Regulus scanned the room for a face and landed on one that looked particularly familiar. He bounced forward, bubbling with curiosity and quite eager to be out of St. Mungos even for a little while.

He got close enough to stare harder and stare he did.

"Whoa."

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blackerthanthou
2008-09-27 05:22 pm UTC (link)

Regulus really would have liked to pretend that this other self didn't exist, because he didn't want to believe that he'd been like that at eighteen (had he? Really?) or that he'd been, what, maybe a choice or two away from the drug thing (he never would! Would he?). But he couldn't help feeling a certain kinship with the kid (obviously, they were pretty much identical except for age, physically at least) and wanting - to protect him, save him, and do it better than he'd done for himself.

Clearly, the first step on that road was introducing himself to coffee.

He knew exactly where the lobby was, because he was not crazy and also because he'd spent a lot of time here in the early years at the Everglow Company when he kept blowing things up (by accident!). So he got there moments after writing to himself and leaned on the back of one of the benches, fingers tapping almost unconsciously on the back on it.

He glanced up at the word and saw himself, eight years ago, and almost laughed out loud before remembering to be offended.

"Hey, it's not like I'm scarred or anything," he said, pushing a strand of hair back from his face. Not where anyone could see, anyway. He was just - pale and disheveled and a little edgy, was all, and stress had made him thin and anyway, look at this kid. He'd never been such a shrimp. He was sure.

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_cor_leonis
2008-09-27 05:49 pm UTC (link)

Reggie did laugh out loud, it was obnoxious but very free and careless and filled with that childish joy that the boy just seemed to carry around him all of the time. He grinned broadly and sized Paul--Regulus up. This is what he was going to look like when he got older? This is what he was going to sound like?

Regulus laughed again and shrugged in a bouncy fashion. "I don't like scars," he said matter-of-factly. "So, Paul," he said with a secret grin, "are you sure you're a Nielsen?" A youthful glee glittered behind the boy's eyes. "Oh! Manners, sorry for staring, I'm--well, you. Don't lie! I'm Regulus Black," he said in a quick and very flustered manner before thrusting his hand out for his other self.

"I never thought I'd be going for coughee with myself.. not while being particularly straight in the head," he said and touched his temple with the other hand.

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blackerthanthou
2008-10-02 03:53 am UTC (link)

Reg vaguely wished that he could be that young again - that young, and that naive. But with less illicit drugs, naturally. And perhaps less involvement with insane Dark Lords, that would be nice.

"I don't like them either," Reg said, stifling the urge to touch his arm where the Dark Mark had once burned. "And yes, I am a Nielsen." He tilted his head toward the nearest person, hoping to indicate that they could discuss his true nature outside, with less potential eavesdroppers. "Nice to meet you, Regulus." He shook hands firmly, trying to act as though he were meeting the boy for the first time - which technically, he was, except for how he'd been him with only a few differences.

"Neither did I," Reg said. "But I go for coffee often enough I suppose something like this was bound to happen eventually. Shall we?" He inclined his head toward the door.

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