regulus black is fed up with his family's views on blood purity and their determination to ruin his life. when over the summer, his arm is marked with the hatred that resides in the hearts of many, his life starts to fall apart at the seams. join hi...
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REGULUS ARCTURUS BLACK found many things inescapable. That was the only word he could think of to describe his feelings towards the wishes of his family, they were inescapable. Regulus wasn't foolish, he was not brave, he was not someone who lacked self preservation, and he certainly wasn't his brother. He liked to believe he had some monopoly over his own life, though, he had to, otherwise he would lose his mind like he did his dignity every time he went along with his parents' wishes. The truth is, he had always been a late bloomer, while Sirius was almost as tall as their mother when he was barely eleven, Regulus only hit his growth spurt last year. Good things took time to make their way to the Black family, if they ever even made their way to them at all. So, when Regulus got sat down by his parents over the summer, he was fucked. Help was a good thing.
Regulus Black loved the stars, as much as he hated his family (he really didn't, he had complicated feelings) he really couldn't find it in himself to hate the stars even though he probably should, he was pretty sure he knew all the important constellations before he did the planets in the solar system. That night he sat on the windowsill and wished to take a drop down the star-gazing room on the fifth floor right onto the pavement, and join the stars up there. It was either that or he had to actually find a way to steal the stars like he wanted to when he was a kid because they were the only thing to ever bring him comfort.
It was not that some version of Regulus hadn't agreed with what The Dark Lord's principles were -- as shameful as it seemed, hatred was fed to him like poison everyday until he got used to it, until he couldn't go without it. But he was working on it. Change was a good thing.
He knew he was trading his life in for that mark on his arm, the mark that he never even wanted, the mark that he got simply because his parents told him it was either that or he got burnt off the tapestry and off the planet too. They weren't ever loose about their wording, Regulus was sure what came out of their mouth was what they meant, so, hands shaking, eyes watering, he nodded. Regulus wasn't foolish, he was not brave, he was not someone who lacked self preservation, and he certainly wasn't his brother.
