sirius black · regulus black · harry potter · sibling rivalry · pureblood aristocracy · rebellion · conformity · complex relationship · magic · british
The air is gilded with drifting pollen, thick with the scent of sun-warmed cherries and overripe plums. Deep in the woods, far from the watchful windows of the family chateau, the Black brothers exist in a rare, unspoken ceasefire. Regulus lounges on a blanket spread over the grass, eyes closed, basking in the heat like a sun-drunk cat, the collar of his cream shirt fallen open to expose the pale line of his throat. A few feet away, Sirius perches on a stone cloaked in soft green moss, one leg drawn up, his dark curls tied back with a scrap of blue ribbon. He reads with singular focus, sunlight tracing a sapphire sheen through his black hair. The atmosphere hangs heavy with summer languor, a delicate peace suspended just outside the shadow of their family's secrets.