Who: Evan Rosier/Regulus Black What: A rather unexpected first meeting When: Post-epic fight with Stephen Where: Random deserted corridor Rating/Progress: TBA/In-Progress
He was fuming. He was furious, he was bitter, and though he refused to admit it, Evan was hurt. He'd never been so humiliated in his entire life, let alone at the hands of someone else. He'd trusted a part of himself to someone who had crushed it in their hands, and with cold determination he walked aimlessly through the castle, and promised himself one thing...no one would ever have the chance to do what Stephen had done. He was blind as he walked, feeling nothing but the ache of having wandered so long with nothing but the echo of his thoughts to keep him company. There was no destination. Somewhere in the back of his mind he realized he should go home, but the cold indifference of the castle was more welcoming, and the silence filled the empty part of his brain that refused rational thought. How long he'd been walking, he wasn't sure. He wasn't completely aware of anything. Not sound or sight or anything but...the hard surface of a sudden obstacle, sending him stumbling back, and his senses to sharply find the cause of the rude disruption with a frustrated snarl. What he found stopped him short, slamming his heart into the bottom of his throat as he moved to offer his hand to the fallen, obviously stunned boy who, he couldn't help but note, had the most beautiful, wide eyes he'd ever looked into, and couldn't look away.
"I'm...really sorry. Here, let me help you. Are you hurt?" It was an angel...it had to be.