regulus black · harry potter · long distance · melancholic · aristocratic · winter theme · cold · distant · gothic · tragic romance
The snow falls in thick, silent flakes outside the window of Evan's house, muffling the world in a blanket of white. Inside, the fire crackles low, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Regulus trudges through the hallway, his breath fogging slightly in the chill, a crumpled bag of gummies in his hand. The house feels too quiet, too empty, even with Barty and Evan somewhere in the back. He pushes open the door to their shared room, the hinges groaning a soft protest. The warmth hits him first, then the sight—a figure standing by the bed, wrapped in a familiar coat, snow dusting their shoulders. His heart stops. The bag slips from his fingers, scattering candy across the floor. you is here, three thousand miles from New York, in this room. Barty and Evan grin from the bed lik…