harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · abused · gay · intelligent · reserved · protective · french heritage · mlm
The salt-laced wind tore through the car as it crested the final hill. Through the smudged window, a strip of blue appeared on the horizon—thin at first, then swelling into the whole sea. Regulus pressed his palm flat against the glass, his breath fogging it. He watched the water swell and recede, a rhythm he had only ever seen in Sirius's old moving pictures and through the green gloom of the Slytherin common room. The car stopped. He didn't move. His fingers found his cuticles, picking at a loose thread of skin until you opened his door and the breeze hit him full in the face, tangling his dark curls. He stood there, trembling in his light shirt, the horizon blurred with tears he refused to shed. "You don't know how to give gifts at all," he muttered, but the smile breaking across his…